he bounces, he pounces

This is what happens

when brothers are wrestling in their room



and the dresser drawer is left open

 

 and he pounces directly on the corner of it.

Oh, and he made sure to show me the scratch on his wrist as well.

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him and his shadow

Our youngest two boys seriously love one another. Micah had no idea that when he was blessed with a little brother over three years ago he would also gain another shadow. Where Micah goes, Brady is sure to follow. Anything Micah does, Brady is trying it as well.

Take this photo for example. Micah LOVES to "look handsome". He adores dressing up when we go to church or out to eat. Partnering a tie with a polo is one of Micah's many fashion statements. The other day Brady had to get involved with Micah's signature statement.

Could they BE any cuter?

Sorry, I meant, more handsome.

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scrub-a-dub

I am fairly certain these two goofs had more giggles and wiggles than scrubbing and dub-ing. Is that even a word? Either way it wasn't had by these boys.

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brotherly love

These boys...

love one another...

hug one another...

look after one another...

think about the other when they are apart...

look up to their big brother...

and sometimes get a little aggravated by their mother asking them to sit, smile, turn to the left, look happy, scooch closer, stop making that face, open your eyes, and the like. Sigh. One day they will appreciate me capturing their brotherly love in still motion.

Won't they? 

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him and Him

Three weeks ago today my little brother, Martin Samuel Farrell, was killed in a car accident.

Yesterday was the first day I didn't cry.

This time three weeks ago Martin was alive.

Martin was sixteen years old.

Martin now sits with his Heavenly Father.

Martin is now like Him.

For those of you living in or around South Alabama, you probably heard about the accident on the news. There was a lot of coverage for days after the accident. Martin touched many people's lives and will continue to do so from heaven above.

If you want to know more about my brother feel free to visit the facebook page created for him, R.I.P Martin Farrell. Of course I will continue to talk about him and how blessed we were to have him in our lives for sixteen years.

The journey ahead is going to be hard. Missing Martin. Wanting to see his face again and hug his neck. Our faith will get us through. Our faith is our light in this time of darkness.

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Martin Farrell

Updated:

CORRECTION - I stated that the name Martin means 'mighty warrior asked of God.' The name Martin actually means 'mighty warrior' and the name Samuel means 'asked of God.' So Martin Samuel means 'mighty warrior asked of God.' I'm glad we got that straight.

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I haven't been able to blog about it. I haven't been able to Tweet about it. I figure maybe now is the time to start trying. Maybe it will help. Maybe it won't. It's not that I don't think about writing or even really want to sit down and write. I honestly am not sure how to write about it or what to write about it. And would anyone want to hear? My thoughts are scattered and I have a hard time staying focused even today. Stay with me...

I just looked at my last post to see how long it had been since I blogged. Ironically enough, my last post is dated April 9. It was a Friday. It will be three weeks tomorrow. My little brother, Martin Samuel Farrell, was killed in a car accident Friday, April 9. He was only 16 years old. I still cry everyday. Most days I weep from the pain and loss and helplessness. My energy is low and my nerves are high.

I spoke at Martin's funeral. I felt like I needed to. I felt I had to. For myself, for my Mom and Dad, for my husband and four children and for Martin. Here is what I said.

Keep our family in your prayers as we face this tragic time. It came so abruptly. So forcefully. Our hearts are broken and our normal has been twisted and shredded.

I know in my heart Martin is sitting with Jesus. I know in my heart Martin is home. I know in my heart I will see Martin again. 

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he says potato, he says potato

Even though these two are brothers and very much alike, they definately walk to the beat of their own individual drums.

As you can see in this picture, they both love to run around outside. They love to play football. Luke is an LSU fan, and Micah is a Mississippi State fan. They are both Notre Dame fans!

Micah loves to wear collared shirts and dress pants and look handsome, as he calls it. Luke would wear the same t-shirt and jeans for daaaaaaaaays if we let him.

Luke rarely brushes his hair. Micah brushes his hair every morning.

Luke enjoys sleeping in his own bed, in his own room. Micah enjoys sleeping in any bed that is not his own.

Micah gives great kisses right smack on the lips. A kiss on Luke's cheek is about as close as you're going to get.

Micah and Luke love listening to the Police. They enjoy their friends and are both leaders of their own packs.

They love double cheeseburgers and making each other laugh at the dinner table(we are working on this one!).

They.Love.Doritos.

They are both great at telling stories, real and make believe.

Luke is the oldest. Micah is not.

Luke has dark brown hair and brown eyes.

Micah has blond hair and blue eyes.

When it comes to social settings, Luke is very loud and comical. Micah is very quiet and attentive.

They both adore their Daddy. They are both loving and very smart. They both have birthmarks.

They are both my sons.

They are both boys with brothers.

They are both loved by me!

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