California Grandma

Our kids have given their grandparents geographic names.  So far, they have called them the Hawaii Grandparents and the Maryland Grandparents.  We are thankful to say that now we have California Grandma.

Over the past several months, she sold the house she lived in for 20+ years, left the community in Maryland she and Mike’s dad built for 30 years, and moved across the country to build a new life close to her children and grandchildren.  It is bittersweet to see that now we get to see her as often as we like, yet understand that it came at a tremendous cost to her.  We continue to dearly miss Maryland Grandpa and pray that California Grandma will adjust quickly to her new life here.

I have a feeling the kids will help smooth the transition a bit.

And not only that, but she’ll get to bond with her daughter (Mike’s sister) while sharing an apartment together.

We’re gonna enjoy the fact that Grandma will always be around for impromptu trips to get yogurt

And she’ll be able to see for herself how the kids are growing.

Welcome home, California Grandma!


This post is a week late, but I’ve been wanting to write about my mom.  I love her.  I miss her.

I think about my worst fear as a mom, and that’s  seeing my children suffer.  Then I think about my mom and she is living out this fear.  Not only does her heart break for her grandson, but she’s watching her own daughter suffer as I go through the valleys of special needs.

But she’s my rock.  Ever since Marcus was diagnosed, she has never shown me any doubt in God’s goodness, any anxiety about Marcus’ health, or any worry about my well-being.  Although she may worry or be sad, she lays her tears at the feet of Jesus and shows me only the peace she receives from Him.  Whenever I am sapped of strength or hope, I am held up by the fact that she showers my life with her early morning prayers.  She prays for me even when I’m too weak to pray for myself.  She trusts unwaveringly in our loving Father and reminds me of how trustworthy He is.  What a gift she is to me and my family!

For Mother’s Day, I didn’t get to see my mom, but I spent the day as Mom to my kids and celebrated with them.  What my mom is to me, I want to be for them.

From my mom, I’ve learned that God is generous, kind, merciful, and in control.  I’ve learned that trials and conflicts and pain are God’s gifts to bring us closer to Him.

She never sat me down to teach me these things, she just showed them to me through her life.  I pray my children will one day see the same in mine.

Happy Birthday, Grandpa!

It’s my dad’s birthday tomorrow.  Many of you know that both Mike’s dad and my dad are pastors and that they are both extremely musical.  My dad (and mom) majored in music and then he became a music teacher before he came to the States where he continued his musical talents and conducted many choirs at different churches.  To this day, he still uses his musical training at church and also to reach out to the community through music classes.

I thought I’d try to give my dad an appropriately musical birthday greeting from the kids to show that his musical talents have been passed down to his grandkids.  Little did I know that it would also be a chance to show him that his rascally qualities have also been bestowed on his grandson.

Happy birthday, Dad.  We love you and miss you!  Enjoy!  (And please excuse my son.)

3 Weeks of Love

Most people get just one day to celebrate Valentine’s.  We scored and got 3 weeks of love with Mike’s mom staying with us.

She left the 10-inch snow to take a breather in the mild California winter.

And she finally got to meet her newest grandson.

Before his passing, Mike’s dad came up with Derek’s Korean name:  Tae Hee, which means “great and profound joy”.  It turns out he’s living up to his name.

Grandma also got to see how much Audrey loves brother #2.

And how much Marcus loves him too music.  Here he is, jamming on the new saxophone he got from Grandma.  We’re seriously considering throwing him on a busy street corner to start him on a part-time job.

A visit from Grandma wouldn’t be the same without a trip to Yogurtland…which is always a spiritual experience for my children.

And she knows it’s never too young to start them early.

The older ones were so thrilled that they erupted in spontaneous kisses.

It was actually a full day of love for Marcus.

He and his gang at school exchanged Valentines.

And hugs.

And I got to crash the party.

Audrey was full of the Valentine’s spirit as well.

Derek has got a thing for grandmas.  Boy, was he spoiled with cuddles and giggles and kisses.  After the sweet bond they’ve forged over the past few weeks, he is going to have some major G-ma withdrawal after she heads back to Maryland tomorrow.

When Derek was born, I thought he was God’s gift to us.  But now, I’m wondering if he was actually meant to be the balm to Grandma’s soul.  The timing of Grandpa’s death and Derek’s birth seem to be weaved together from above, and though the loss of her love can never be replaced, we’re seeing that Derek is doing a pretty good job of making her fall in love with him.

With Christ

My father-in-law passed away last Sunday, January 16, 2011 at 7:33pm.  Mike, Miriam, and their mother were by his side as he slipped out of this world into the presence of His Lord.

He leaves behind a son who didn’t get to have one last conversation with him before slipping into a coma, yet who is left with the firmest impression that his dad loved Jesus, served Him passionately, and is undoubtedly singing his heart out to Him now.

He leaves behind a daughter who didn’t  get to be walked down the aisle by her Daddy, but who left her life in CA to spend the last few months by his side, caring for him and seeing first-hand the grace of Christ in his heart and in his marriage in the midst of tremendous suffering.

He leaves behind his wife, the love of his heart, who for decades  served Christ right by his side.  He loved her fiercely and for years, secretly stashed money into a Bible to buy her the diamond that he never got to buy her as young loves.  And through the months of painfully nursing his ailing body, she entrusted him to the Lord and even today, continues to do so.  She is now without half of herself, but remains strong because after all, “I have Jesus,” she says.

He also leaves behind a daughter-in-law and 3 grandchildren.  His oldest grandchild (Audrey), when she found out that Grandpa was now in Heaven, gasped in shock and after a short pause, exclaimed, “Lucky him!” and in thinking about him for days, realized that Grandpa was in Heaven and was lucky because he gets to be with the “real Jesus.”

We are so thankful for all our family and friends who have been praying.  Mike and the family are so encouraged by everyone’s love and look forward to coming back to CA for the memorial service here.

Many of you have already watched this through Mike’s facebook, but here is the wonderful slideshow tribute that Miriam made for her dad.

Another Newborn Baby Boy

When Mike went back to work after a 2-week break, my parents came to visit from Hawaii to spend time with their grandkids and to help me adjust to being a mommy of 3.  I loved seeing my dad walk around with Marcus and play music with him and seeing Audrey play endless rounds of Hide & Seek with Grandma & Grandpa.  The sweetest was seeing my mom bond with Derek as she used her Grandma magic to soothe him and help him sleep.  Something about being held by her made him the happiest baby in the universe.

Derek is almost 4 weeks old and he’s doing a great job of stealing our hearts.  What a gift he is!  I cannot and must not complain about the lack of sleep or the craziness of having the 3 kids because the Lord has given us this most precious little one and so far, has answered so many prayers.  When I hold him, I can’t help but pray in tears and thank God for His graciousness, His gentleness, His lavish love in giving us Derek.

Taking care of another newborn baby boy brings back so many memories of when Marcus was little.  Putting Marcus’ old clothes on Derek reminds me of when I held him and stained those onesies with my tears while trying my best to cast my anxieties at the feet of my Lord.  I remember my mom came with me to his very first ophthalmology appointment when he had his unexplainable head tremor and when we thought that he could have been blind.  And now seeing my dad walk around with him and hearing my mom say that he is a totally different boy than 5 months ago because he’s talking so much now, reminds me of how far we’ve come in this journey and how faithful the Lord has been in keeping us near the cross.

This time around with Derek, I’m not as scared and anxious and fearful as I was with Marcus.  Instead, I’m filled to the brim with extreme gratefulness.  I don’t think I could be this thankful if it weren’t for the valleys we’ve walked through with Marcus.  Derek’s got an older brother to look up to and to learn from, and now he’s got parents who cannot take his little life for granted.

Visit with Grandparents

We got to celebrate my dad’s 60th birthday this week.  They flew out from Hawaii and it was such a treat to spend time with them.  They’ve been such a huge encouragement to us recently, so we’re thankful to have been able to fellowship together.  It’s always sad saying good-bye, but we hope to see them again this summer, Lord-willing.

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One day, we all got to go to Disneyland together.  Audrey got to do a lot of this…

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And this…

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And this…

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Which eventually led to this:

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Marcus seemed to enjoy it too.

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