The Best Gift

Its a beautiful thing having a baby grow inside of you. A babies love is like no other and its unexplainable but grand. It's the most cherihed thing in my life at this point and I can't even imagine what its like to tumble and turn in a mothers tummy. Listening to every word in the outside world and not know just how precious they are. Looking down at that little bump puts a smile on my face and lifts my spirits high, knowing that I am helping them int he most important time in there life. Growth. Tobie James-Lee Johnson is my babies name, forever and always. He will always be my little squirt, no matter where he is int he world. I am proud to say adoption is the best for him, he will be loved on and nurtured in a way that I cannot acomplish at this time in my life. Deep down I know I would love him like no other but I also know that I would not be able to provide for him with everything that he needs. I want him to have a wonderful life full of joy and have things that he needs and wants. This will be the hardest decision I have ever made and i am so thankfull for the people surrounding me and helping throught this. From home, My mother has done so much I cannot process it all, also my dad has been there encouraging me and believing in me and lastly my grandmother has talked me through so much and explained the hard things. Around me now, is my Aunt who has been there when I need a hug and when I need to talk to face-to-face. Thankyou guys so much, Tobie will be so greatfull to know what you guys have done. With that said, I just want everyone to know choose life over anything else. Its hard but in the end it is the most precious thing and the most rewarding. Every kick and every flutter lets me know my decsion was right; Pro-Life: Tobie James-Lee Johnson. I love you.

Tobie's Family

My second family, I love you guys so much!

mom's the word

I've been so busy there is hardly anytime to write. Which makes me sad because, one I love to write and two I love when others read my writing. Funny thing is the only one that reads my blog so far is my mother, hello mom. It doesnt bother me any but for most other kids my age it would create an awkward silence and then they would delete it (something along those lines). Although, most other kids don't blog, not that I know of anyway. But anyway, I will just write my stories all I want and whoever reads them, reads them. Even if it is only my mother. I love her enough to admit she is indeed my best friend!

Goldilocks discovers mascara

This morning I expected to sleep in. It was in fact Sunday morning and I completely forgot the night before what typical christian families do on that day; church. Last week we left for church at about 10 am. Well, 9:30 rolled around and I was spread out over the bed like butter in the deepest sleep you can imagine. Diana texts me "up and at em, church at 10:30" which I don't hear, seeing that I was hibernating at the time. It inches closer and closer to 10 and I'm still fast asleep. At 9:45 Diana knocks on my door trying to wake my bottom up. I don't answer the first few times, and I continue not to answer the next, so Diana quietly opens up the door. She whispers, quite loudly I might add, "Maddison, Maddison.. time to get up, were leaving for church in 20 minutes." I crack one eye open and just stare, not realizing she was actually standing there talking to me. "Unless you want to go to the evening service, but we would have to pick you up early from art class." I think to myself, uhmm no thank you, I enjoy my art class.. why don't you just let me go back to sleep? A few seconds pass and I finally manage to answer, "I will get up," I mumbled, not really realizing what I'm saying. She closes the door and I laid my head back onto the pillow and closed my eyes. I just thought, how in the world can I get ready in 20 minutes, let alone get out of this comfortable bed! Then I had an idea. I slid my hand across the sheets, back and forth searching for my phone. I found it after a while, my hand stung a little from the friction. I clicked on my phone, squinting my eyes from the brightness of the screen I pulled open a new text message and typed, you can just go without me, and hit send. That will be fine, I thought. Just as I was about to lay my head back onto the pillow there was another knock on my door. Diana peeked her head in and said "Oh are you too tired to go this early? we can just go to the 5 O clock service" A little annoyed, I thought for a second, then realized, no that wouldn't be good. uhh I will just get up. "No I don't want to miss my art class, I'm getting up, I will be ready real quick here" I said. "Oh ok," Diana replied, then left. I slid to the side, my legs just dangling there, lifeless and just stared at my feet. "Ok," I said. I stood up and began my 20 minute miracle of ready-ness. I quickly did my hair, threw on a dress and brushed my teeth. Then it was time to slap on a bit of make-up. I reached in my bag and pulled out my yellow Colossal Volume Express Mascara, I did a few strokes on one eye and realized this is no good it makes me eyelashes clump together. I tossed it back into my bag and dug around for my green Define-A-Lash Mascara already knowing I didn't like because because the brush is too bendy. I looked for it anyway because I use it to unclump my lashes, damage done by the yellow mascara. After applying that I grab my Black Sephora Mascara which make my lashes really dark, on account the other Mascara's say black but really are a dark brown. So, after my long process of three different mascara's I look in the mirror satisfied. Unlike Goldilocks I need all three. But hey, whoever said anything about picking just one?

Here Goes Nothing

I'm not exactly sure how this works, but I was told you write about basically anything that is on your mind at the time. Now, If that were true, right now I would write about a gigantic stack of chocolate chip panacakes (everyday thoughts of a pregnant women) but i don't think that would be a very good idea; I just might eat the key board. So, instead I will just say this... never start writing a new post when your extremly sleepy and can barely keep your eyes open. Especially when its your very first ever. Until next time, which I promise you a full blown piece of good quality writing!