Saturday, January 31, 2009

25 Random Things About Me

This is actually something I got tagged a few (or 20) times to do on Facebook, but thought I'd put it up here for those of you (hi mom!) who are interested.

1. I love Diet Coke, like I could easily drink 6 or 7 a day and be fine with it (I don't! geez) But I gave it up cold turkey when I was pregnant because Adam was worried about all the aspartame . . . if that doesn't prove I love Jayci nothing will.

2. I was born in Canada and am still a Canadian. Don't worry, I'm legal - I have a green card.

3. I always thought I would love cooking/cleaning/being a housewife. Turns out I was wrong. Come see how messy/dirty my house is if you don't believe me.

4. I eat Mexican food at LEAST twice a week. Because nothing is better than free chips and salsa and LOTS of cheese. Oh and the waiter at our fav Mexican joint knows us so well that he said our 4 month old daughter should be the girlfriend of his 4 month old son, who is in Mexico.

5. Speaking of cheese, I hold firmly to the belief that cheese makes everything taste better.

6. I am a sucker for inspirational sports movies.

7. I am terrified of birds. Seriously, it's a phobia.

8. My husband and I met in our high school chemistry class. Adam likes to say "we had chemistry," because he's clever like that.

9. I used to be ultra-competitive (can I get an amen Emma and Sarah?) but Adam told me I needed to get anger management while I was playing cards on a church retreat, and I don't really care about winning anymore.

10. I love decorating my house. In fact, I'm just about out of wall space and room for all the furniture.

11. When I was in elementary school, I had to take a taxi once a week to another school for the gifted kids. Let me tell you how good that was for the social life.

12. I am almost 5'11 - People are always surprised that I am this tall. I think it's because I slouch.

13. My daughter's hair always sticks straight up. Today, one of my kiddos downtown explained to his mom that one time Adam was messing with her hair and now it's "stuck wild" (I know, this one's not technically about me)

14. I am a terrible swimmer. I mean I can float and doggie paddle, but I have never learned how to properly freestyle or breast stroke or anything like that.

15. I love reading. A lot.

16. I am not sure how people parented (or lived really) without the internet. I Google everything.

17. I threw up on the side of the road minutes before Adam proposed to me.

18. I have a very large extended family. Like more than 30 first cousins.

19. There are few things I love more than writing people hand-written notes.

20. I'm really not a huge music person. I prefer silence most of the time. Except I like to listen to music in the car, just not too loud - cause then I get stressed.

21. I am extremely uncoordinated and not graceful at all. This is just one of many things I'd like to change about myself.

22. My neighbor likes to lift weights in his driveway while wearing AC Slater pants, muscle shirts, and listening to Christian rap. Again, not about me - but still random, and funny.

23. My husband is the funny, outgoing one in our relationship -- I am an introvert and quite introspective. We balance each other well and he helps me feel way more comfortable in social situations.

24. There are few things I hate more than group projects. Except maybe public speaking.

25. I like action movies and watching sports, especially football.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

A Few of My Favorite Things

One of my very favorite websites in the world is -- you cannot imagine cuter, sweeter, more beautiful jewelry, art and baby stuff . . . and it's all homemade so you can feel good buying it knowing you're supporting artists and sustaining creativity.

I thought I'd share seven of my all-time favorite Etsy shops(well today they're my favorites - who knows what gems I'll discover tomorrow), as a take on Conversion Diary's Seven Quick Takes Friday.

1.) CUTE boots, aprons and headbands(you all know I love my baby accessories!):MiaJoie
I mean - can you imagine anything cuter than this?

2. NuxieMade - sweet hand crocheted hats with flowers or without -- so so so cute :-)
(I mean, have you ever seen anything sweeter? Of course, I may be biased since it's my baby and all . . .)

3. The Vintage Pearl - I love these simple {hand stamped} sentiments - This jewelry is heart-felt, meaningful and beautiful too!

4. Artquirk - I, in fact, have one of this talented artist's prints hanging in my living room . . . and it looks quite good if I do say so myself! Check out this shop's beautiful artwork of city streets, towns, etc.

5. Lola Lu Designs - This beautiful jewelry is made by a friend of mine - I especially love the Vanilla Coin Pearl Earrings.

6. Jenn Ski Art I have one of this artist's beautiful prints hanging in my bedroom. And I love it - it makes me feel cool and modern.

7. I've told you before about how I am slightly obsessed with letters/typeface as decor. That's why I love this next Etsy shop - Green Chair Press - it totally fulfills my desire for lots of letters. (Look! Here is one of their prints hanging in my foyer - and by foyer I mean next to the front door since my house is definitely not big enough to have a "foyer")

Want more? Visit Etsy, or check out Conversion Diary's blog for more 7 Quick Takes.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

What Are You Doing with Your Life?

A few years ago, some dear friends of ours decided to follow God's leading, step out in faith, and start a really cool new ministry called Broken Voices. Their goal? To awaken young people (well everyone, really, but especially young people) to their purpose and their voice in the story God is writing. They started with short films shown at churches and FCAs etc. But a few days ago, we received their finished full-length film - Anthem. And y'all? It is amazing! I was blown away by the stories they shared and the beautiful way they demonstrated that ordinary people really can do extraordinary things. The film tells the stories of several people across the nation who are living their lives doing some really cool things for Christ. Things like serving in the inner-city, helping teenagers, aiding recovering addicts in finding their careers . . . I was moved and blown away to see all the cool and creative ways people were serving Jesus!

When asked why they started serving, I noticed that most of them said something to the effect of: "I realized that God loved these people (homeless, kids, unborn babies etc) just as much as He loved me. They are precious children of God." And I wanted to jump up and down and shout "ME TOO! ME TOO!" Of course I didn't do that because, well, that might make Adam wonder what was wrong with me(and that's something we just can't even begin to discuss right now).

I got off track here, but my point is this: it wasn't until I realized the heart of Jesus was for the kids downtown that I understood how deeply I NEEDED to serve them. See, by serving them - I found Jesus. When they smile and hug me, or when they tease me, or hit me, or throw a temper tantrum . . . I get the chance to be Jesus to them. And truthfully? The places where most of these kids live are filled with people and situations that will NOT show them Jesus. So I can't help but wonder, how would they ever find Him if I wasn't willing to show them? Not to say that it all rests on my shoulders, because clearly God could bring someone who is much more patient and loving and kind and merciful and more Jesus-like to take my place and show these kids Himself better than I could. But for now, I get to be the hands and feet of my Savior in serving some pretty cool kids . . . and that is something that I wouldn't give up for anything.

If you want to hear some pretty rocking stories of ordinary people who are doing cool things to serve Jesus -- you should visit my friends website at And definitely order Anthem -- It's totally worth it.

One more thing: The Broken Voices website has a cool new section called "Your Story" In their words: "If you are discovering who you are and doing something with your life, if you are just starting something, if you are about to try something, or anywhere in between - we would love to hear about it!" So send them an email with your story at and maybe your story will inspire someone else to get off their bottom and start serving too!

Tuesday, January 27, 2009


So the other night I went to hear Travis Cottrell do a live recording of his worship CD, with Beth Moore's thoughts (aka BRINGING the Word!) intermingled with some great singing from a choir that was, in a word, gigantic.

For so many reasons, it was a fun night. First of all, I got to meet a bloggy friend who is now a real life friend for sure. Leslie is a gem :-) We even went to Sonic before-hand, because clearly worshiping requires some superior ice and delicious refreshment to keep your throat from getting parched.

Then I also got to meet some encouraging/inspiring bloggy heroes of mine, Sophie and Melanie (aka BooMama and BigMama). Unfortunately, this meeting came at the end of the concert and I basically just stood there like an idiot because I had managed to punch my straw through the bottom of my Sonic cup, causing all the melted ice to pour out, along with some leftover lime/cherry juice. All of which I was (for some crazy reason) trying to catch with my hand, so I wasn't sure how to handle the whole dripping mess situation with any sort of social grace.

Also, I was having trouble focusing on worship and on meeting new people because Adam was watching the baby and he texted me to let me know that she was fussy and how in the world do you make it stop?! (something I ask myself daily). I was all flustered and worried and trying to stop thinking about how to get home to help (although to be fair, Adam is her dad and should be able to watch her without complaining about the crying every time. I mean, she cries for me too and do I complain? Oh. I do?)

Anyways, then Beth pointed out how Paul and Silas were in prison, beat to a pulp, and WORSHIPING THE LORD. And I realized that if they could do that, then I should be able to focus myself and quiet my heart regarding a little crying baby in order to worship the One who created that crying baby.

So, like I mentioned, Beth can definitely preach it - and her books have changed my life on more than one occasion. And I heard a rumor that she is going to write about insecurities sometime soon. Which would be, you know, amazing. Not that I know anything at all about being insecure. . .

I didnt take any pictures, because I cant seem to get my life together or get organized enough to actually remember to bring things places, but here is a picture I stole from Leslie's blog. Oh and by the way, she did a much better job describing the night over on her blog than I am doing here.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

One Time While I Was Watching Lost

Watching the LOST premiere last night reminded me of a night when
I was watching another Lost episode almost exactly a year ago.

I remember that episode so clearly, it was the one when Sun finds out she's pregnant: Adam and I were sitting on the couch together, watching the look on Sun's face as she takes the pregnancy test. That's when it hit me, and I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. I was late . . . really late. Not sure why I hadn't noticed or thought of it earlier, actually.

Luckily, I had a pregnancy scare earlier that summer so I had an extra "pee stick" laying around upstairs. Commercial break came around, and I told Adam I was just going to go to the bathroom upstairs really quickly (this was before we had DVR - best invention ever).

My heart was pounding in my chest as my slightly shaky hands ripped open the package and read the directions. And it was there, locked in a tiny bathroom during the commercial break of LOST, that I first saw that faint pink line. The one that meant my life was never going to be the same. My stomach was twisting, my palms were sweating, and my heart was fluttering as I raced back downstairs and watched the rest of the episode, LIKE NOTHING HAD CHANGED.

For some reason, in my mind, there was a good chance that I imagined the line, or maybe it didn't really mean I was pregnant (even though Jack had clearly told Sun that those tests were accurate and didn't give false positives -- and everyone knows what Jack says GOES). So I went to bed (notice I didn't say I actually slept), without even hinting anything to Adam about our life changing because of a little peanut inside me.

The next morning I woke up, leaped out of bed and went straight to the store to purchase some new, more accurate, tests. Two more tests only confirmed that my eggo was preggo.

Don't get my wrong, this was NOT a horrible accidental pregnancy, we were planning on starting a family soon . . . it's just the reality of the fact that I was going to be a MOM sort of felt like a large tree had fallen on my chest, making breathing a little difficult.

Anyhow, I wanted to tell Adam the news with a cute bib or onesie or something that said "I love my daddy." However, trips to three or four stores proved that babies do not, in fact, love their daddies enough to wear bibs or onesies proclaiming as much. Luckily, my local Target (where else?!) did have a cute little bib that said "Amo a Papa." Now, I don't speak Spanish (at least not beyond what's necessary for ordering Mexican food), but I was pretty sure this meant something similar to "I love my daddy." So I bought it, stuck it in a bag and waited anxiously for Adam to get home from work.

The minute Adam walked in the door, I blurt out that I had a present for him and practically threw the bag at him. Then I went and sat on the couch, peeking out from under my favorite furry blanket to watch his reaction. Despite his understandable confusion at receiving a Spanish phrase on a baby bib, he was able to decipher the general message.

The expression on his face as he turned to ask me "Are we pregnant?!!" was one of excitement and joy. I burst into tears and asked him "you aren't mad?" I have NO idea why I thought he would be mad. I sure he was scared, overwhelmed, excited . . . but definitely not mad.

Despite the barrage of emotion that rushed through our hearts a year ago when we discovered the existence of our little peanut -- we could never have even begun to imagine the range of emotions we would be feeling today now that she's actually a part of our lives!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

One Sleepy Baby and a Divine Moment.

I'm sitting here watching sweet Jayci sleep. This is a rare treat for several reasons 1)She never sleeps. I think she may be training her body to be ok with simply not napping and sleeping a whopping 5 or 6 hours a night. and 2)When she FINALLY does sleep and it's not in my arms, I quickly jump into action doing the laundry, vacuuming etc (ok or I nap too . . .)

I am fascinated and infatuated with her little red-rimmed eyes and blue-veined eye lids. Her chest rises and falls rhythmically. I cannot help but smile as her own mouth flickers in a sleep-induced smile and her little hands unfurl and lay limply in utter relaxation. Quiet Chris Tomlin music filling the room. Rarely lately have I felt as worshipful as I do in this moment. Awe of my own Creator and the Creator of such a perfect little being rises in me quietly but fully.

"There's a Peace I've come to know/though my heart and flesh may fail/There's an anchor for my soul/I can say "It is well"/Jesus has overcome/and the grave is overwhlemed/The victory is won/He is risen from the dead/And I will rise when He calls my name/no more sorrow/no more pain."

What a beautiful promise for where I am right now. My Saviors knows me and knows my needs so intimately. He knew I needed this moment. A moment of stillness when the awareness of His presence, His peace, would wash over me like a cleansing, healing flood.

Even in the midst of my inadequacies, my shortcomings, my inability to get my daughter to sleep, He is there. He is worthy and He loves ME regardless. So I will rise when He calls my name without sorrow or pain, knowing that His wings and His strength is all I need to make it through this day and the next and the next. . .

Never would have thought in a million years

Seriously, I would have never thought I could feel emotional over something like a presidential inauguration, especially in a country that I am not even a citizen of! But this is such a momentous day: for our country, for us, for Jayci, and especially for our kiddos downtown. And they're playing this beautiful classical music that I love, and I feel like this moment has just blown the roof off for our kids. I mean, someone who grew up like them is the PRESIDENT of the United States. They can do and be whatever they want - I hope they realize that, and run with it, and dream big!

Thursday, January 15, 2009

We Simply Cannot Allow This to Happen

It has come to my attention that I haven't posted pictures of Jayci in a while. I was shocked and appalled that there haven't been the usual 100s of pictures floating around . . . I have been too little caught up in rocking, and bouncing, and soothing, and feeding, and trying to stop all the crying, to remember to take pictures.

However, here are a few new ones that I love -- I am getting a little choked up seeing how BIG she's gotten already! (see the pictures of her eating rice cereal -aka formula with a spoon - for the first time!) I'm very ready for this whole crying/fighting sleep phase to be over, but I still don't want to rush through anything with her!!

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

When Life Gets Messy - Part 2

As a prelude and warning to the second part of a very long story: I tried to make hot chocolate today and microwaved an empty cup. So if that brilliance is any sign of how well-written this will be . . . Well, I'm just saying, don't expect too much.

Anyways, I left you yesterday with Sabo's grandmother insisting that I bring him and his siblings home. Because I am mature and in control of my emotions, I stalked over to Adam and informed him in that tell-tale nearly crying voice (you know the one, your voice is wavering and it hurts to talk past the lump in your throat): "Sabo's grandmother is sick of us, so I'm going to go ahead and bring them home. Ok bye." Adam, always the voice of reason, reminded me that I probably shouldn't traipse about the worst parts of town by myself, so I dragged poor Jonathan along.

In the car, I attempted to talk to Sabo calmly, using my lump-in-the-throat voice which is more than slightly higher-pitched than normal (a fact which didn't escape Samaya's notice since she imitated everything I said and laughed hysterically afterwards). But I digress . . . . again, sorry for the obscene amount of detail and rambling in this tale.

I told Sabo that he hurt my feelings because I have always gone out of my way to take him to ball games and out for lunch and over to our house . . . Sabo was still upset with me and replied that he had just been "playing" the whole time and that Ray Ray shouldn't have hit him first . . . I was exasperated enough that I wanted to yell and lecture him a little (and I just might have - my emotions were that frayed - had Jonathan not been sitting next to me).

We arrived at their apartment, and I explained the WHOLE story to Carrie (thankfully for everyone involved, I did not go into as much detail as I am currently). Once she heard what really happened, she took my side over Sabo's (oh sweet vindication) and allowed Sincere and Samaya to come to the game with us. Jonathan and I loaded them up in the car and headed BACK to the Dream Center (where the 28 other kids were waiting). I called Adam to reassure him that I wasn't actually falling apart and that everything was ok.

Adam was pleased to inform me that there had been a mix-up and the Hawks tickets were not, in fact, for that afternoon. Rather, they were for next week Monday - we just forgot to check the date. Because Metro Kidz? It is a well-oiled machine.

Despite my frustration and embarrassment at returning the kids to Carrie with a big 'oops' after all the drama, I did remind Jonathan that we were lucky to be in the car with two kiddos rather than 28 kiddos. Particularly when they were told that they would NOT, in fact, be attending the Hawks game that afternoon (not to mention telling their parents who were eagerly anticipating 5 hours without kids . . . )

We stopped and got the kiddos and their grandma a milkshake from McDonald's on the way back (I felt they should get SOMETHING out of a chaotic day full of drama and empty promises) and because I am perhaps (as Jonathan mentioned) the "queen of all pushovers" I also got a milkshake for Sabo.

The milkshake, surprisingly, did not solve anything and Sabo muttered a sarcastic 'thank-you' and 'sorry' at his grandma's prompting before sulking back upstairs.

So, emotionally spent, Adam and I headed home to see our sweet baby girl. Who proceeded to cry for 5 hours straight (no exaggeration - seriously) before finally going to sleep at around midnight.

Needless to say, this is the point where all the crying and blubbering commenced (as described here). I was over it. Over being a mom, over being in inner-city ministry, over everything.

I wanted in that moment to simply curl up in my bed and come out in a few weeks when I was caught up on months of sleep-deprivation.

But the truth is that I AM a mom, I AM in this ministry, I AM who God made me to be and I need to remember that.

I prefer to wrap up my negative posts with a nice lesson, kind of like a big pretty bow. But I am still in the middle of this one. I don't know completely what the lesson is, or what God has planned. But I will trust that He does have a plan, and that He is good. That's the only way I can make it through this messy life.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

When Life Gets Messy

Sunday was not a good day. Lets just say it ended with my crying and blubbering to Adam (who was holding a crying Jayci): "I'm sorry you have two babies." Don't you all just envy Adam right now?

It actually started off wonderfully. Adam made cinnamon rolls for breakfast, his parents came and picked Jayci up for the day, and I headed to Metro Kidz all by my lonesome. I was so excited to enjoy time with the kids where i could completely focus on them without worrying about Jayci the whole time. After church, our friends from Fellowship were going to bring lunch for the kids before we took 30 of them to a Hawks game. I was having fun, singing loudly, and cheering, and other such nonsense that I wouldn't ever do in front of anyone besides my kiddos. The only dark spot in my otherwise bright day was that Sabowas in a seriously foul mood.

He was pouting and hiding under his jacket and kept saying he didn't want to come to the Hawks game. Which I was disappointed about, but told him that of course he didn't have to go. Anyways, about half-way through the service (service isn't really the best word to describe Sunday mornings at Metro Kidz but that's another story for another post . . .) Ray Ray came up to me crying because Sabo had been messing with him.

I calmed Ray Ray down and returned to the fun. Later, Ray Ray came back up to me crying again because Sabo had hit him. I carried Ray Ray out, mentioning to Sabo on the way that I was very disappointed in his behavior that day. Of course, this made Sabo angry because how dare I only be mad at him for hitting Ray Ray when Ray Ray hit him first, never mind the fact that Ray Ray is half his age. I told Sabo that I had got Ray Ray in trouble too, and neither one would be coming to the Hawks game.

(As a side note, I didn't realize ahead of time how long this would be and how incapable I would be of leaving out any VERY! IMPORTANT! details . . . my apologies).

When I tried to talk to Sabo about it all later, he walked away mid-sentence (which was not a wise choice with a sleep-deprived new mommy who tends to be emotional on her best day). Anyhow, I let him walk away, asked Adam to talk to him, and proceeded to deal with the chaos surrounding the choosing of only 30 out of about 60 kids to attend the Hawks game (especially when the kids all insist loudly that SOMEONE CHOSE ME! IT WAS HIM! WITH THE RED HAIR! NO IT WAS HER OVER THERE!)

So once the mess was straightened out, I tried to call Sabo's grandmother to tell her what happened and that Sabo would be coming home rather than attending the Hawks game. I couldnt get a hold of her, which was apparently because Sabo had beat me to it. I discovered this when he came up and practically threw the phone at me informing me that his grandma wanted to talk to me.

And here's what she had to say: "Just bring Saviour, Sincere and Samaya home right now." I tried desperately to explain that Sincere and Samaya had been just delightful that day and that they were going to come to the game and I had tried to call her and couldn't get her and probably because Sabo had already called her and . . . clearly I am well-spoken and concise.

She replied "Just bring them all home. I'm sick of you."

Ouch. My delicate emotions supported by only about 2 hours of uninterrupted sleep could hardly stand it. We have done nothing but GIVE GIVE GIVE GIVE to Sabo and his family since the day we met them . . .

This is getting ridiculously long -- I apologize to my readers (all two of you) and will pause for a brief intermission because Jayci is FINALLY asleep and that means I should go ahead and close my eyes as well.

So, without further ado or any more rambling:

Friday, January 9, 2009

Why Can't We All Just Get Along?!

In the last few weeks with our kiddos downtown, we have had TWO different incidents where kids have been in a fight, or just plain mad, and tried to bash in someone's head with a rock or brick. I mean really? Isn't that a little extreme?

I am continually baffled by the inability of these kids to control their emotions, particularly anger. Now, I have heard that anger is a secondary emotion - easier to handle than hurt, sadness, embarrassment etc . . . It's really the only emotion these kids will allow themselves to exhibit (because it's the only one they won't be made fun of for). And when they feel it - they REALLY feel it. In other words, the emotion completely takes over and they seem powerless to control or stop it.

We've noticed that many of the kids exhibit identical "symptoms" every time they lose their temper (as a result of being embarrassed, getting their feelings hurt, being disrespected etc). Their body shakes, while tears course down their cheeks, and they breath loudly in quick, shallow breaths. Literally, the only way to get them to listen to reason and calm down is to hold them close. And keep holding them until their breathing slows and their heart stops pounding. Then, and only then, can they do anything resembling listening to reason (like, for example, that smashing heads in with bricks is not the best way to fix your problems).

Now that we've discovered how to get them to calm down, all we need to do is figure out how to have them unlearn 10 or so years of people telling them that their fists solve everything, that talking nicely isn't all that important, and that fighting is both natural and desirable. I mean, should be easy right?

Monday, January 5, 2009

Clearly, I Am Not Breezy

While we were in Michigan, my extended family discussed the lack of 'breeziness' which our entire family displays. For those of you who are uncertain, breezy can be defined as one who goes with the flow, someone who isn't easily ruffled or thrown off by changing circumstances. The comment was made (much to my chagrin) that I was definitely NOT breezy, while Adam was slightly "overly-breezy." The general consensus was that Jayci seemed like she was breezy. Of course, this was because she was deceptively cheerful, calm, and easygoing throughout the trip.

I had been so proud of myself (and this is where I should have heard warning bells), because she was sleeping 8-9 hours a night, taking her pacifier and putting herself to sleep both for naps and at night, and basically not crying at all. This has all changed since we got home. She has fussed every time we put her down, and not slept more than 4 hours at a time during the night. Last night (and this was clearly a bad sign) I had to nurse her to sleep (bad! so so bad!) after an hour of non-stop crying.

It all came to a head today, however, when she cried for at least 4 hours without stopping. Every time I even tried to put her in her crib, she got so upset that she cried actual tears (which has never happened before) and wouldn't be consoled, even with much rocking and pacing and bouncing. Finally, I again nursed her to sleep and then tricked her into taking the pacifier so I could get a good solid 2 hours of sleep.

Days like today make me panicked (and illustrate my very NOT breezy personality) because I am certain, absolutely certain, that she will NEVER EVER go back to sleeping through the night or napping in her crib. When she's 10 years old, I will still have to rock her to sleep, just like the creepy mom in "Love You Forever." At 5, she will be waking up every 2 hours in the night demanding to be fed.

Luckily, I have a husband who IS breezy and some good friends who reminded me of some important truths:

1- Jayci is first and foremost a child of God, and THEN a child of Adam and Becca. So why are we trying so hard to raise her on our own strength rather than leaning on Him? Clearly, that doesn't work very well.

2-"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Jayci's Second Laugh Ever . . .

I know, big exciting news right? But we were pretty excited about it actually, because we got a new camcorder for Christmas and managed to capture her cute little giggle on tape. Well, not "tape" obviously, since that would be completely outdated and old-fashioned. We instead captured it on hard disc which we then transferred and converted and . . . well, here it is!

Jayci Laughing from Becca Stanley on Vimeo.


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