The kind hearts...

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John 15:12 “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you…”


In the past few weeks since the babies were born we were overwhelmed by the kindness and compassion of those around us. So many reached out to lend a hand and a hug, to support, to help with the kids, to not let us starve... Some of you we've never even met in person, but you kept us in your thoughts and prayers, you sent us cards and generous gifts and other tokens of love and care.

Our hearts were and are so full of gratitude. At the beginning of this week I received a very special gift that left me in awe and brought tears to my eyes - beautiful handmade quilts:

Every stitch was sewn with love by someone who quietly followed our journey on this blog and kept us in her prayers - a reader and new friend Nancy. I cannot begin to comprehend how many hours of hard work were put into creating them (you all know that I'm not a quilter but I'm always amazed by those of you who are and your talent).

 And matryoshkis?? Isn't it so thoughtful? My 4-year old thinks so too - he constantly tries to steal that quilt because matryoshka might just be his most favorite toy:) They will be loved and cherished for many-many years.

Thank you again, Nancy! You truly touched our hearts!

I only wish I could pass along all the kindness and generosity that was sent our way but this life is not long enough to do so...

And now I'm getting all mushy :) I better head out to bed. In the meantime, check out the backs of the quilts. Aren't they just so much fun?? Love love love them!

Have a good night, my lovelies...

Yours truly,

Be your own kind of beautiful...

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  "Whose adorning let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price" (1 Peter 3:3-4)

When I was a teenager, I didn't have my own bedroom. My family lived in one-bedroom apartment, so my sister and I slept on two convertible couches in the living room. My only outlet and personal space was a corner desk and a huge wardrobe that separated "my area" from the rest of the living room. Inside the wardrobe doors I hung all of the close to a young girl heart's things. It was my private oasis filled with memories, ideas and inspiration. And in the very middle I had this poster:

(in case you are wondering, it's Samuel 16:7 on it). I hung it there to remind me that I'm worthy, special and yes, beautiful...I was a skinny teenager with pointy knees and a crazy mane of hair. I can't really say that I was particularly fond of myself so I often laughed that yes, I was a daisy among all those roses. To be different was beautiful too!

A few weeks ago I stumbled upon a picture on Facebook that left me puzzled and sad:

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These are Valeria Lukyanova (from Ukraine) and Justin Jedlica also known as the real-life Ken and Barbie. If you Google their names, you can find more about them. In order to look like this, they (or at least he because she claims that she only had breast implants done) had multiple surgeries done to their bodies. The first thing that came to my head was how much should you hate yourself to go under the knife so many times so you can look like a plastic doll?? What struck me too is when SHE was asked about the plastic surgeries, she said she did it because she wanted to be "perfect". Is that what perfection looks like?

My boys are still little but I always think about what ideas and ideals they will have when they get older. The body images that this generation sees blasted all over the media send messages that have nothing to do with real beauty. This often causes bizarre behavior, mood swings, depression and eating disorders. Honestly, it's scary!

But it's not just about the kids/teens/tweens. Grown-ups do this too. We beat ourselves up because we don't fit in a certain mold

Too short, too tall, too skinny, have some extra pounds, wrinkles, pimples...OK now I feel like I'm turning into some sort of a motivational speaker. I'm not. I promise :) And I don't mean to sound prude. I myself use make-up, color my hair and like cute clothes. But it means the world to me when my husband tells me I'm beautiful when I don't wear any make-up at all or on a day when I feel particularly ugly.

We are all beautiful! We might not look like Barbies. And that's OK. We are not plastic either. We are unique and special in our own way. Remember, to be different is beautiful too! Never forget it! I'm not saying stop working on yourself. But do it for the right reasons.

And be sure to share this beauty with others because even a small smile can change somebody's life. And they will see how special YOU are too!