Thursday, August 26, 2010

Need a Christmas Present??

The first time I saw this I was at someone's house and thought, "I LOVE THAT. I can make one of those!!!" We moved from Louisville to a rental house that had a huge room with a blank wall and one night I went to experimenting :)

Although you can't fully tell from the picture (ignore my messy kitchen table PLEASE) it is a canvas with pages of the Bible modge-podged, soaked in tea, then Psalm 145 painted on top. I chose Psalm 145 because it was read in our wedding and we love it...

I have had SO many people ask me to make them one so I am throwing it out there. We can use all the extra diaper money possible with twins on the way so who knows....maybe I could have something going here??

It would make a great present (not just Christmas :)) and I can get the canvas any size and of course, use any verse you would like. I want to be reasonable but flexible with prices so I haven't really set any in stone. Check your space you want one, measure what size you think would be best, pick your verse (the hardest part), then let me know if you are interested!! Email me:

If you want one for Christmas I will be somewhat "out of comission" come mid-October so keep that in mind....there will be two little pink bundles and a blue blur running past them both that will have me a little pre-occupied :)

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

It's 3am they're all asleep, and no one's here to see
we rock slowly back and forth, my baby boy and me
his little head is feather light tucked up against my chin.
i hold his tiny hand in mine and smell his baby skin
the house about us creaks and groans, the clock hands creep around.
he snuggles closer to me still and makes his baby sounds.
i love these quiet hours so much and cherish every one.
store memories up inside my heart for lonely nights to come.
all too soon he'll grow up, his need for rocking gone
but until then i still have time for one more kiss and one more song
i know the day will soon come when his tiny little hand will be
much bigger than my own.
he'll grow up to be a man...
but until then he's mine to hold, with no one here to see
as we rock slowly back and forth,
my baby boy and me....