How did you name the shop?
Taylor holding Navydylan
What is Navydylan???? Where did the name come from? Well, our shop was named after a little boy born in Kenya with cerebral palsy. He was born to a mother who was a child bride and Navydylan had three older brothers. The father was about 70 years old when we met him in 2015. They were living in a corrugated metal home about the size of your bathroom. It just didn’t seem fair to us that Navydylan had to lay in this tiny house filled of smoke since his family had to cook in it. So, while we lived in Kenya we raised funds for this family to have their own land and home. They moved to the land but the mental poverty followed them. As Navydylan progressed with occupational therapy and being fed healthy fats his parents couldn’t hold up their end of it. He ended up starving because his mother didn’t feed him often enough. He died before the age of 3. This is so hard for me to write right now, years after it happened. Yet, our shop bares his name. I created a giant piece of art in his honor. It was a conversation between God and I on where and what is Navydylan experiencing right now in heaven. Since he could never sit up, walk, or feed himself, I pictured him running with Jesus and experiencing the most beautiful and unusual plants and colors we have NEVER seen. This piece is now in my kitchen and holds a dear place to our hearts. This first picture is of Taylor holding Navy. She loved him well. She would swoop in and scoop him up no matter what kind of soggy rag diaper he was wearing. It just meant a little extra hand scrubbing of her jeans since she was the wash machine. One day when she was holding him he stopped breathing. My heart cried out for him to not die in her arms. I used some doterra breathe on his chest and he took some big gulps of air again. Each time we left Navydylan we excepted the horrible news but that little boy was a fighter and he taught us a lot. No regrets on naming a shop after one of the cutest, sweetest, most pure little boys we ever loved.
