Yes Betsy. This is actually your husband. I managed to sneak into your blog to deliver a bit of BIRTHDAY news. Pack your bags! We are leaving town mid-morning on Sunday for a post 30th night away. Nothing too crazy, but it does involve zero kiddos.
Love,
Husband
Thursday, January 13, 2011
That's SnO Funny
I think the white stuff is getting to me. On day 4 of this fog of a week everything seems funny. I'm thankful for this change in my attitude as Tuesday night I went to the darkside - yes, just a few hours after I wrote about "staying positive." Not only did my thoughts go down the toilet but so did my dinner, breakfast of bread and milk and lunch of the same. Sorry to go there but we're keepin it real here just in case this is truly our only connection to the outside world for several more days - you know, I need to have a log of our final days.
I just LOL'd (I have never actually written that but it is fitting today) at 3 things at one time and because you are probably home, too, in your dirty pajamas, looking for any kind of entertainment - here you go. Of course, in a list form again because that is the only way I can think today. What day is it? Who am I?
1) Karen Minton and Jill Becker have got to stink. Have they been home for some deodorant? They're as dear as they can be in a Southern type way but you can tell the camera lights have fried the last few brain cells. The humor this morning tastes like a three day old co-cola. S-T-A-L-E. And though I normally think the jolly weather guy, Chesley, is precious, his "wizometer" readings look like a SNL skit. Of course, who is the loon who can't turn the news off just in case I miss a closing. Last night Brad tried to flip the channel just as the "D" closings were coming up. "Stop, I exclaimed! I need to see if Dekalb schools are closed!" Brad, in his amazing-togetherness during this snow-craziness said, "Why? You don't have kids that go to school." "I just need to know, Brad." Is that how you feel? I feel like I need to know who and what is open and functioning just in case we actually venture out of our 'hood. Never before did I think I would watch 4 days of school and business closings incessantly. Good thing we pay too much money for cable.
2) Hooray for city of Chamblee waste management. Twice a week the oldest truck-loving boy watches the garbage truck come by with undeserved excitement. Today he waited for the glimmer of hope to come strolling down the street and when it did he seemed a little let down. "No, bi' truck. Where bi' truck go?" Though the city of Chamblee pick up truck doesn't ilicit the same emotion from the toddler - I was a little emotional, moved rather, to see one city worker out trying to make life normal for his town. You can tell whose house was overridden with stinky diapers because those two houses, icluding ours were the only ones that braved the icey driveway and the 12 degree wind chill to make sure the garbage was out on time. Nice work, hubby! You came through when it mattered.
3)We need a poll. Are you of the "I'm stuck here and I'll remain stuck until Jill Becker tells me it's okay" type or are you of the "I don't care who's sliding down Peachtree - I'm getting out" type? We were the latter last night. Stomach bug and all....we gathered in Brad's big truck (though big, no 4WD) and thought we'd conquer the city with our rain boots and ponchos. Nope, the city won. We did a full circle around Buckhead and ended up almost in Roswell at the first appealling eatery to two sour stomachs that was actually open for business. That was the most costly bowl of mashed potatoes I will ever eat but the fun times had by all were worth the drive. And who doesn't love to watch their husband sweat a little as his all-terrain-all-powerful truck slides back and forth on a side street, resulting in a backwards drive for 1/4 a mile? I do, I do!
So here's to day 4 of this mess! I know now that I have mentioned the stomach bug to the www - and I know our friends who were our friends before the snow storm will not call us for two weeks now because of this mention. Even my own mama (God love her) didn't call us yesterday I think in fear that the germs would fly over the airways. (I'd be the same way, mama...no hurt feelings)But....rest assured, we are on the mend and the internet doctor whom is the only reliable source when you are snowed in - tells us we are not contageous after 24 hours. Please hang out with us as soon as this mess has melted. We are literally starved for a new face over here. Yay, Brooks, let's go sort your box of shoes again. It get's more fun after the 23rd time! Thank goodness for cartoons and a mom and dad that don't yet have a "theory" on how much television a toddler should watch.
Snowing crazy,
BBBB
I just LOL'd (I have never actually written that but it is fitting today) at 3 things at one time and because you are probably home, too, in your dirty pajamas, looking for any kind of entertainment - here you go. Of course, in a list form again because that is the only way I can think today. What day is it? Who am I?
1) Karen Minton and Jill Becker have got to stink. Have they been home for some deodorant? They're as dear as they can be in a Southern type way but you can tell the camera lights have fried the last few brain cells. The humor this morning tastes like a three day old co-cola. S-T-A-L-E. And though I normally think the jolly weather guy, Chesley, is precious, his "wizometer" readings look like a SNL skit. Of course, who is the loon who can't turn the news off just in case I miss a closing. Last night Brad tried to flip the channel just as the "D" closings were coming up. "Stop, I exclaimed! I need to see if Dekalb schools are closed!" Brad, in his amazing-togetherness during this snow-craziness said, "Why? You don't have kids that go to school." "I just need to know, Brad." Is that how you feel? I feel like I need to know who and what is open and functioning just in case we actually venture out of our 'hood. Never before did I think I would watch 4 days of school and business closings incessantly. Good thing we pay too much money for cable.
2) Hooray for city of Chamblee waste management. Twice a week the oldest truck-loving boy watches the garbage truck come by with undeserved excitement. Today he waited for the glimmer of hope to come strolling down the street and when it did he seemed a little let down. "No, bi' truck. Where bi' truck go?" Though the city of Chamblee pick up truck doesn't ilicit the same emotion from the toddler - I was a little emotional, moved rather, to see one city worker out trying to make life normal for his town. You can tell whose house was overridden with stinky diapers because those two houses, icluding ours were the only ones that braved the icey driveway and the 12 degree wind chill to make sure the garbage was out on time. Nice work, hubby! You came through when it mattered.
3)We need a poll. Are you of the "I'm stuck here and I'll remain stuck until Jill Becker tells me it's okay" type or are you of the "I don't care who's sliding down Peachtree - I'm getting out" type? We were the latter last night. Stomach bug and all....we gathered in Brad's big truck (though big, no 4WD) and thought we'd conquer the city with our rain boots and ponchos. Nope, the city won. We did a full circle around Buckhead and ended up almost in Roswell at the first appealling eatery to two sour stomachs that was actually open for business. That was the most costly bowl of mashed potatoes I will ever eat but the fun times had by all were worth the drive. And who doesn't love to watch their husband sweat a little as his all-terrain-all-powerful truck slides back and forth on a side street, resulting in a backwards drive for 1/4 a mile? I do, I do!
So here's to day 4 of this mess! I know now that I have mentioned the stomach bug to the www - and I know our friends who were our friends before the snow storm will not call us for two weeks now because of this mention. Even my own mama (God love her) didn't call us yesterday I think in fear that the germs would fly over the airways. (I'd be the same way, mama...no hurt feelings)But....rest assured, we are on the mend and the internet doctor whom is the only reliable source when you are snowed in - tells us we are not contageous after 24 hours. Please hang out with us as soon as this mess has melted. We are literally starved for a new face over here. Yay, Brooks, let's go sort your box of shoes again. It get's more fun after the 23rd time! Thank goodness for cartoons and a mom and dad that don't yet have a "theory" on how much television a toddler should watch.
Snowing crazy,
BBBB
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Staying positive
I could list 17 things that are wrong with the picture today but I will choose my attitude right now and "voila" everything is suddenly rose tinted and bright. You see, this is the last week of my twenties and though I would never have pictured it cooped up inside with no access to the outside world due to the Snowpacalypse-2011 as it has been called - I also wouldn't have pitcured my last precious days as a twenty-something being spent with a chip on my shoulder.
So here goes the good....And another list for you:
1) The most entertaining thing so far this week was witnessing my macho husband cautiously back his big ole truck up the driveway. We owe our neighbor a new bush or two along with the other random items we have borrowed the last few days but we are out....and ready for work tomorrow!
2)Speaking of.... I've loved getting to be all lovey-dovey with our neighbors the last few days. We have shared most of our meal times together, her children have called me mom, and I was just about to dump my laundry at her house since we were out of detergent until Brad made a "necessary" trip to the store with all the other looneys who they have cautioned not to drive.
3) We have made good use of the firewood that took a day to load and and a day to unload. It is well worth the work today as we are snug by the fire.
4) Brad's fever that seemed to have appeared after he threw himself down the street on top of a plastic sled looking thing last night - all in the name of manhood - is only a low 99 now. (I am really praying this doesn't amount to anything more. That may be the last straw...)
5) I was able to wear my ski pants that were a small fortune a few years ago and were only worn once. Don't you love that? I always knew I would need those pants one day!
6) Luckily, cookie dough was included in our trip for the essentials. Publix may have been out of bread and milk but they had cookie dough on sale!
7) The boys decided we needed a break after 4 days of light torture and they are now both napping...at the same time.....a-mazing!
8) Its sort of fun (but not for much longer) to see what random meals you can come up with from what is left in the pantry. Pineapple and shrimp tacos anyone? Anyone?
9) Babies look cute bundled up in the snow. Wouldn't you agree?
And just as a treat to you on this snowy day, here are a few of the boys lately.
So here goes the good....And another list for you:
1) The most entertaining thing so far this week was witnessing my macho husband cautiously back his big ole truck up the driveway. We owe our neighbor a new bush or two along with the other random items we have borrowed the last few days but we are out....and ready for work tomorrow!
2)Speaking of.... I've loved getting to be all lovey-dovey with our neighbors the last few days. We have shared most of our meal times together, her children have called me mom, and I was just about to dump my laundry at her house since we were out of detergent until Brad made a "necessary" trip to the store with all the other looneys who they have cautioned not to drive.
3) We have made good use of the firewood that took a day to load and and a day to unload. It is well worth the work today as we are snug by the fire.
4) Brad's fever that seemed to have appeared after he threw himself down the street on top of a plastic sled looking thing last night - all in the name of manhood - is only a low 99 now. (I am really praying this doesn't amount to anything more. That may be the last straw...)
5) I was able to wear my ski pants that were a small fortune a few years ago and were only worn once. Don't you love that? I always knew I would need those pants one day!
6) Luckily, cookie dough was included in our trip for the essentials. Publix may have been out of bread and milk but they had cookie dough on sale!
7) The boys decided we needed a break after 4 days of light torture and they are now both napping...at the same time.....a-mazing!
8) Its sort of fun (but not for much longer) to see what random meals you can come up with from what is left in the pantry. Pineapple and shrimp tacos anyone? Anyone?
9) Babies look cute bundled up in the snow. Wouldn't you agree?
And just as a treat to you on this snowy day, here are a few of the boys lately.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Sunday, snow, soup, scars, sleep and 30
I have written 4 different posts this week and saved each of them before finishing. They were each equally as earth shattering and equally as difficult to finish given the state of the house this week. As you could guess, the state of the house has been shaky at best. Here are the ailments that I have heard this week from either myself or one of the boys - sleepy, moody, queasy, bored, achy, whiny, exhausted, and needy...if that counts as one. The only person who really had anything to complain about was the infant who unfortunately had to spend a night at the Children's hospital this week. The rest of the stuff going on happened to actually make the hospital stay a retreat for me and the little guy!
So, in no certain order - here are my thoughts on a Sunday night.
1) Marriage and offspring have allowed Sunday to move close to first place of my favorite day of the week. In college and after I hated a drowsy Sunday. The weather always seemed gross and everyone always seemed too tired or too hungover to do any of my favorite things with me. But now I have come to love Sundays. I love eating an early supper because it just feels "okay" on a Sunday. I love spending the time with Brad and the boys around the house and I love eating a big Sunday breakfast. Of course most of my joy evolves around food. Well with the Holidays just behind us Sundays have been hectic lately - consisting of travel and tedious house projects all aimed to simplify our living space that seems to have been invaded by mini-people. Today was right on par with the last several Sundays....a late arrival to church followed by a fairly crazy day of cleaning and organizing. But now we are finally still. The boys have been asleep for hours, the floors have never been so clean, the toys are hidden, and everything (atleast on the first floor) is in it's own place. Ahhh....I love Sunday's again and I am looking forward to the bland-normalcy of our usual Sunday to return this winter.
2) We bought a sled yesterday before the rest of Atlanta thought to buy one. I am pretty sure that because we bought the sled and I actually bought bottled water in case we can't shower or something - it probably won't snow at all. You see, Brad and I have some how missed every single "good" snow here in the capital city so we have decided we will chase the snow wherever it will be. But for now, we are waiting and watching to see what old man winter might bring. Side note - as cool as it may be to have a snow day and get off work or get off from school, the actual thought of having a snow day with two people who can't do anything for themselves makes me a little queasy..per the above. We certainly don't own any type of clothing that will make playing in the snow fun and I don't see Brooks being a part of us dressing in trash bags in order to go outside. More so, if this so called snow locks us in doors - as prisoners in our own home - I hope it doesn't last more than half a day. After that you can find me somewhere in a car, stuck in the snow, far far far away.
3) Shouldn't I have already made the yummy soup that we are planning to eat during the great snow in? All I have thought about all day is how perfect it would be to eat soup tomorrow in the cold but then I have also heard that if it rains/snows more than 2 hours here our power WILL for sure go out. Will we resolve to cook soup over a fire? Now that could be interesting...
4) So William has a tiny scar under his eye. Every time I look at it I love him a little more and I pity him a little more, too. He is just so pleasant and so innocent. It is crazy to think that in the 14 months that separate the two boys is enough to turn an innocent baby in to a tornado-toddler! Anyway, William got a little booboo above his eye by accident this week. I was away so after I had a neighbor assess the damage that had sounded like William's head fell off - I met Brad at the hospital with our precious boy. Thank goodness, the little guy has a big, fat, tough head and he came away with minor bleeding on his brain - enough to keep us in the hospital but not enough for anything more. It was one long night of worry, prayer, and ultimately smiles as we learned all would soon be okay with our sweet little guy. This little trip to the ER did alot for us. I will write more about it later but it was a huge event for our family. We realized that we are not invincible and neither are our children. Things can change in an instant. Luckily, our outcome was bubblegum and gum drops but it could not have been and I know it won't always be. My heart has been so grateful this week for the Lord's protection of our family.
5) Yesterday morning we WOKE the boys up at 9:45 in the morning. I'm not kidding. This has NEVER happened in the last 20 months. At first I thought our sitter from the night before had taken them home with her when she left Friday night. Don't shake a finger at me - we did eventually check on them but goodness, the quiet morning was exactly what I needed this hectic week! I know it's not admirable to wish your children to sleep their life away but let's be honest - they are just so darn sweet and faultless when they are snoozing. I think I would be just fine if babies woke up close to 10 everyday and went back down for a nap at 1 and then down for bed at 7. Yes, I am grateful that William's sweet head was protected from long-term damage but I think my heart is just as grateful for my unexpected morning with Brad yesterday.
6) I turn 30 on Saturday. For real. I just saw 4 gray hairs. My knees don't bend that well but despite all of the aging that is about to catch up with me I am ready for my new decade! 5 more days of youth as my mama has reminded me.
So, in no certain order - here are my thoughts on a Sunday night.
1) Marriage and offspring have allowed Sunday to move close to first place of my favorite day of the week. In college and after I hated a drowsy Sunday. The weather always seemed gross and everyone always seemed too tired or too hungover to do any of my favorite things with me. But now I have come to love Sundays. I love eating an early supper because it just feels "okay" on a Sunday. I love spending the time with Brad and the boys around the house and I love eating a big Sunday breakfast. Of course most of my joy evolves around food. Well with the Holidays just behind us Sundays have been hectic lately - consisting of travel and tedious house projects all aimed to simplify our living space that seems to have been invaded by mini-people. Today was right on par with the last several Sundays....a late arrival to church followed by a fairly crazy day of cleaning and organizing. But now we are finally still. The boys have been asleep for hours, the floors have never been so clean, the toys are hidden, and everything (atleast on the first floor) is in it's own place. Ahhh....I love Sunday's again and I am looking forward to the bland-normalcy of our usual Sunday to return this winter.
2) We bought a sled yesterday before the rest of Atlanta thought to buy one. I am pretty sure that because we bought the sled and I actually bought bottled water in case we can't shower or something - it probably won't snow at all. You see, Brad and I have some how missed every single "good" snow here in the capital city so we have decided we will chase the snow wherever it will be. But for now, we are waiting and watching to see what old man winter might bring. Side note - as cool as it may be to have a snow day and get off work or get off from school, the actual thought of having a snow day with two people who can't do anything for themselves makes me a little queasy..per the above. We certainly don't own any type of clothing that will make playing in the snow fun and I don't see Brooks being a part of us dressing in trash bags in order to go outside. More so, if this so called snow locks us in doors - as prisoners in our own home - I hope it doesn't last more than half a day. After that you can find me somewhere in a car, stuck in the snow, far far far away.
3) Shouldn't I have already made the yummy soup that we are planning to eat during the great snow in? All I have thought about all day is how perfect it would be to eat soup tomorrow in the cold but then I have also heard that if it rains/snows more than 2 hours here our power WILL for sure go out. Will we resolve to cook soup over a fire? Now that could be interesting...
4) So William has a tiny scar under his eye. Every time I look at it I love him a little more and I pity him a little more, too. He is just so pleasant and so innocent. It is crazy to think that in the 14 months that separate the two boys is enough to turn an innocent baby in to a tornado-toddler! Anyway, William got a little booboo above his eye by accident this week. I was away so after I had a neighbor assess the damage that had sounded like William's head fell off - I met Brad at the hospital with our precious boy. Thank goodness, the little guy has a big, fat, tough head and he came away with minor bleeding on his brain - enough to keep us in the hospital but not enough for anything more. It was one long night of worry, prayer, and ultimately smiles as we learned all would soon be okay with our sweet little guy. This little trip to the ER did alot for us. I will write more about it later but it was a huge event for our family. We realized that we are not invincible and neither are our children. Things can change in an instant. Luckily, our outcome was bubblegum and gum drops but it could not have been and I know it won't always be. My heart has been so grateful this week for the Lord's protection of our family.
5) Yesterday morning we WOKE the boys up at 9:45 in the morning. I'm not kidding. This has NEVER happened in the last 20 months. At first I thought our sitter from the night before had taken them home with her when she left Friday night. Don't shake a finger at me - we did eventually check on them but goodness, the quiet morning was exactly what I needed this hectic week! I know it's not admirable to wish your children to sleep their life away but let's be honest - they are just so darn sweet and faultless when they are snoozing. I think I would be just fine if babies woke up close to 10 everyday and went back down for a nap at 1 and then down for bed at 7. Yes, I am grateful that William's sweet head was protected from long-term damage but I think my heart is just as grateful for my unexpected morning with Brad yesterday.
6) I turn 30 on Saturday. For real. I just saw 4 gray hairs. My knees don't bend that well but despite all of the aging that is about to catch up with me I am ready for my new decade! 5 more days of youth as my mama has reminded me.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Most perfect first monday morning
pajamas
coffee
one napping boy
one playing boy
sesame street
sunshine
no more fever
eggs cooked perfectly
a little less congestion
a new year
clean sheets
12 days until the big big day
and
Passion 2011 online {Session #3 is what we are watching now.}
I am left with this question that I hope bothers me today - Am I living a life that is worthy of the gospel that I say I believe?
coffee
one napping boy
one playing boy
sesame street
sunshine
no more fever
eggs cooked perfectly
a little less congestion
a new year
clean sheets
12 days until the big big day
and
Passion 2011 online {Session #3 is what we are watching now.}
I am left with this question that I hope bothers me today - Am I living a life that is worthy of the gospel that I say I believe?
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Certain
Contrary to our norm, we are actually kind of enjoying this rained out new years day underneath our own roof and between our own four walls...as small as they sometimes feel.....not that we don't enjoy being in the house but we are usually on the go and rarely home for a whole day. I stayed up late last night. Actually that is quite an understatement kind of like "having two babies under one roof is a challenge" is quite the understatement. I actually didn't fall asleep until when I used to get up to go work out before work and then 58 minutes later a little boy wanted my arms to hold him. But during my awake hours last night I conjured up some big thoughts for the new year. I wrote them down in the journal that seems to now take alot longer to get to the last page than it used to and I sat quietly for the first time in a long while. Like, my heart was quiet and still, too. I didn't fall asleep thinking that today would start off with a parade and end with a cake but I did kind of think I'd feel a little different....a little more energized and peppy after my mid-night power session on the couch alone last night. But then we woke up to a downpour and while the weather shouldn't interfere with any new years resolutions - I guess I had pictured the windows open and the sun shining through in order to kick start the new start. Fortunately, the rain allowed us to stay in our pajamas until well past lunch and even snack time and the routine chores of any other normal non-new years day allowed Brad and I again to appreciate having a companion to make the most out of diapers, bottles, and temper tantrums.
So Brad and I have decided that the New Year for us would start tomorrow - and a half. Meaning, I don't see us jumping into the morning with a whole new game plan but hopefully by mid-day we'll be geared up for our new intentions, our new look (Brad is saying bye-bye to the 3 month old beard), and our new attitude. One thing is for certain for me this year. I want to be certain.
It seems like I have spent much of my first 3 decades questioning my decisions, questioning the way God made me, and sadly in this season, sometimes even questioning the story He has written for me. In this new year and this new decade (as 30 is right around the corner) I want to be certain that I am sure of myself in every way that might look. I want to be confident in the way we raise these two children- not looking to our family or friends or society to dictate how I might mother them. Last night I ready Psalm 86. I would write it out for you but I think it'd do more to look it up. The psalm was so comforting to me. I read it over and over and over and each time a different phrase lingered in my mind. I pray as the psalmist wrote that I have an "undivided heart" this year. That is where my parenting 101 should come from - the psalms, the new testament....a book full of so much wisdom that so often gets overshadowed by the leading Pediatrician or child psychologist of the day. I do believe God made me to be a certain kind of mother to these two little men (right now just a tired mother) and even when at times I feel that deep nudging feeling that I know what is best - I often allow my opinion to be swayed. I don't want to sway. In addition, I want to be certain of my allegiances. It's been something that has always followed me. You see, I love to say yes to you and to everyone else. I love to be everything to everyone and this Christmas we learned the hard way - that we have to take care of our family of 4 before anything else. Our family is our ministry right now. As much as I want to organize the neighborhood supper clubs or train for something grand like a marathon- I am certain of this - that that is not where God has me today. And lastly, I want to act as though I am certain that God has written my story. As easily as I say that so often on this blog, my actions don't always prove that I really believe this refreshing little truth. What a freeing way to live to just accept that God has me as a mom and a wife in a house inside the perimeter and nowhere else....not at a corporate job, not in a big house in the burbs.....and not wondering if I might have children one day. Crazy I know.....I have atleast a moment a day where I literally think, Is this my life? Is this really me? I don't think that because I don't like it - I just don't remember how I got here! I can so easily remember lying awake at night not because my hormones were having a party but because I wondered if God really had someone to be my forever co-pilot?
Anyway, here are a few things that I am certain of this new year.
1) I want to be more grateful. Period.
2) I want to be more graceful towards Brad, the boys, and especially myself.
3) I want to be more prayerful. This sounds all light and airy but there is so much substance to this statement. My hope is that this is the year that I remember for the rest of my life as the year I spent on my knees taking everything...I mean everything to God who knows my best before I can even conceive it.
I can tell you I am already on top of number one - I am soooo grateful for a new year and a fresh start and a renewed spirit and hopefully some sleep (and no more pregnancies for awhile!)
So Brad and I have decided that the New Year for us would start tomorrow - and a half. Meaning, I don't see us jumping into the morning with a whole new game plan but hopefully by mid-day we'll be geared up for our new intentions, our new look (Brad is saying bye-bye to the 3 month old beard), and our new attitude. One thing is for certain for me this year. I want to be certain.
It seems like I have spent much of my first 3 decades questioning my decisions, questioning the way God made me, and sadly in this season, sometimes even questioning the story He has written for me. In this new year and this new decade (as 30 is right around the corner) I want to be certain that I am sure of myself in every way that might look. I want to be confident in the way we raise these two children- not looking to our family or friends or society to dictate how I might mother them. Last night I ready Psalm 86. I would write it out for you but I think it'd do more to look it up. The psalm was so comforting to me. I read it over and over and over and each time a different phrase lingered in my mind. I pray as the psalmist wrote that I have an "undivided heart" this year. That is where my parenting 101 should come from - the psalms, the new testament....a book full of so much wisdom that so often gets overshadowed by the leading Pediatrician or child psychologist of the day. I do believe God made me to be a certain kind of mother to these two little men (right now just a tired mother) and even when at times I feel that deep nudging feeling that I know what is best - I often allow my opinion to be swayed. I don't want to sway. In addition, I want to be certain of my allegiances. It's been something that has always followed me. You see, I love to say yes to you and to everyone else. I love to be everything to everyone and this Christmas we learned the hard way - that we have to take care of our family of 4 before anything else. Our family is our ministry right now. As much as I want to organize the neighborhood supper clubs or train for something grand like a marathon- I am certain of this - that that is not where God has me today. And lastly, I want to act as though I am certain that God has written my story. As easily as I say that so often on this blog, my actions don't always prove that I really believe this refreshing little truth. What a freeing way to live to just accept that God has me as a mom and a wife in a house inside the perimeter and nowhere else....not at a corporate job, not in a big house in the burbs.....and not wondering if I might have children one day. Crazy I know.....I have atleast a moment a day where I literally think, Is this my life? Is this really me? I don't think that because I don't like it - I just don't remember how I got here! I can so easily remember lying awake at night not because my hormones were having a party but because I wondered if God really had someone to be my forever co-pilot?
Anyway, here are a few things that I am certain of this new year.
1) I want to be more grateful. Period.
2) I want to be more graceful towards Brad, the boys, and especially myself.
3) I want to be more prayerful. This sounds all light and airy but there is so much substance to this statement. My hope is that this is the year that I remember for the rest of my life as the year I spent on my knees taking everything...I mean everything to God who knows my best before I can even conceive it.
I can tell you I am already on top of number one - I am soooo grateful for a new year and a fresh start and a renewed spirit and hopefully some sleep (and no more pregnancies for awhile!)
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