Friday, November 12, 2010

For Malachi

There were photographs I wanted to take
Things I wanted to show you
Sing sweet lullabies, wipe your teary eyes
Who could love you like this?


People say that I am brave, but I'm not
Truth is, I'm barely hanging on
But there's a bigger story, written long before me
Because He loves you like this


So I will carry you
While your heart beats here
Long beyond the empty cradle
Through the coming years
I will carry you
All my life
And I will praise the one who's chosen me
To carry you


Such a short time, such a long road
All this madness but I know
That the sadness has brought me to His voice
And He says


I've shown him photographs of time beginning
Walked him through the parted seas
Angel lullabies, no more teary eyes
Who could love him like this?



I will carry you
While your heart beats here
Long beyond the empty cradle
Through the coming years
I will carry you
All your life
And I will praise the one who's chosen me
To carry you

(written by Angie Smith, for her daughter Audrey)

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Change is in the Air

Changes are coming to the Rabbits' Nest! ( For those of you wondering, we really do call our home that) But we are an adventuresome lot, so I know we can handle these things.

Firstly, Rabbit has decided to become a member of the US military. Wow, big one, huh? He spoke with a recruiter from the Marine Corps yesterday and was very excited and enthusiastic about this branch. I have a feeling that this is where he'll finally land after he finishes gathering info. Hopefully tomorrow, he can get into a meeting with the Army recruiter to find out what they have to offer. (Also on his list is the Air Force. My brother-in-law, Jeremiah, is an airman currently serving in Okinawa. My mother-in-law served as well, and Rabbit would be remiss in not researching this option before he makes his choice.)

I'm proud of my man. He did very well on his preliminary testing and if he does that well at MEPS, he could do any job. But I'm proud for a lot more than that.

At 23 years old, he's been through more than many others his age. He has a two-year degree, which he earned while working full-time at Babies'R'Us. Early in life, he learned to save his money and not waste it, which really helped us when we married. With a child on the way, and me going to school at Carolina, (and an apartment with rent at over $700 a month) we lived on those savings plus his earnings. He was a natural at being a daddy when our son Malachi was born, and a stronghold for our family when Malachi died. He read scripture at M's funeral, even when I couldn't bear to speak. He held me and we cried together as we picked our baby's burial plot. The day we found out our second child would be a girl, I'll never forget. His face was radiant, even though I know he was hoping for another son. The way he holds Naomi is as tender and as fierce as his love for her. Goodness oozes from this man, and I am so proud, military dreams aside.

Do I think he can do this? Absolutely. Do I think it'll be hard? Absolutely. Worth it? Absolutely.

It's sad that I don't take as much time as I should to reflect on the sacrifices thousands of men and women have made for their country and fellow citizens. For the families of those killed during their service, I'm sure a few federal holidays a year just aren't enough. Everyday, I carry Malachi, and the memories, the pain, the joy, of his life in my heart... I swell with pride for him and all that he was. I don't just remember him on his birthday and deathday, or only at the holidays. I don't expect everyone to remember him every day and mention it, but more than three times a year would be nice. I know the correlation here is a stretch, but it's how I wrap my mind around it all. Remembering, and being thankful, is good for all of us.

Alas, I'm tired of typing, so I'll cut this post off for the day. No good chat is complete without some nibbles, though, so I leave you with a recipe.

Crock Pot Beef Stew
1lb stew beef
1qt chicken broth (the low sodium kind)
1qt water
1 28-oz can diced tomatoes
1 can diced potatoes
1 can sliced carrots
anything else you like (we usually throw in a handful of lentils or barley to jazz it up)

Combine all ingredients in crock pot set to low (it will look pretty full, but will cook down) for 8-12 hours. We start it before work and by the time we're home and ready for dinner, it's perfect. Season with salt and pepper.
Happy Thursday everyone!

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Welcome to the Nest!

Hi and welcome! You've found the web home of the Ferrell family, the Rabbits' Nest.  We're new to blogging, so please pardon the initial "kid-in-puberty" awkwardness as we find our way. A bit about us:

We are a family of many names, but the basic structure is father, mother, baby, cat, and dog.

Meet Father: His name is Samuel, but he might go by Justin or Rabbit just as often.  In high school, we dated for eight whole days before I decided I couldn't stand him anymore, so I broke up with him...["It's not you, it's me...jk, it's totally you."]  Looking back, we laugh. I was just too insecure to date someone as unique as Rabbit then.  Sometimes he still intimidates me, dancing around the house, singing to the cat in his underwear. He's 23, and has been working at Babies R Us for a number of years.  We got married on Valentines' Day 2009.

Annnnd Mother: Me! I'm Jamie Elizabeth, and like Rabbit, I go by both my names.  My husband always calls me Mama Rabbit though. I'm 22, work as an automotive service advisor for Autoworks of Valdese, and I have a passion for simple living and large families.  There's plenty more to say, but I've got to leave something to write about tomorrow.

Then there's baby! Our daughter, Naomi Leia (like the princess in StarWars).  She's 11 weeks old, and though we think she's just the most awesome thing ever, there's still not much to write about.

Cat and Dog, aka Sasha and Mercedes, are family too.  Currently they annoy the heck out of us, and if anyone in the Valdese area needs some gently used pets, I would consider hooking them up with ours.  Sasha has more personality than many humans I've met, but when she's biting my ankle early morning because she's upset with me, I wonder if this is indeed a good thing. Mercedes is big and sweet and stupid. She barks like a champion.

On a serious note, there's a member of our little family that you all should know about.  His story is, in some ways, the beginning of our story.  Our son, Malachi, would be 17 months old now, but he died last fall of SIDS.  Where we are today came about because of his life and his death.  I will tell you the whole wonderful, terrible, beautiful story in a later post.