Things I Like

Ending the day with my husband, curled up on the couch, watching a movie and drinking hot chocolate.

Test Day

I'll never do that again.

Everyone always says, "Oh the night before is the worst. The day of you won't even know you've had anything done."

That was not my experience.

I woke up more than once during the procedure, screaming and crying from the pain. I wasn't even groggy when I got to recovery. And I just wanted to get the heck out of there,

Some good things about today, though:
Liam was in much better spirits, and had a good day with Gran.
My friend Bri drove me to and fro, and we just don't get to spend enough time together.
I got to take a 2 hour nap with my stinkerpot when I got home.
My wonderful and loving husband threw the budget to the wind and bought Chipotle for dinner, since it's my favorite and I couldn't eat yesterday,
And as I type this, the aforementioned stinkerpot is asleep in my arms, again.

So, to recap the day: rough start, really rough middle, nice ending.

Close Call

Yikes!! I almost forgot to post!! I would have been so mad; I've posted 14 days in a row now. That's quite a streak for me!!

Perhaps the reason I forgot to post is.......my husband got a job!!!!!!!!!

We are so, so blessed......

And it looks like I might get to stay home with Liam during the week, and just work Saturdays!!!!

The blessings are just being poured out on this little family of three.

I want to be sure that we learn everything God wanted us to learn from our mere 3 week journey through unemployment. Some things I've realized thus far:

-we have too much wiggle room in our budget
-we don't 'need' as much as we thought we do
-people who don't have jobs have a really, really tough road
-God is our provider, and He loves us more than we love Liam (WHOA!)

I'll continue to process these past few weeks, as the weather warms and I get to try out that new jogging stroller......

Love

What is love?

There are many answers to this question. Scholars, philosophers, poets, and songwriters have discussed and debated the topic for years. God tell us many things about it in His word.

Today, my husband showed me a new picture of love.

He got a job delivering pizzas, to take care of his family.
He has 2 degrees, and he is willing to drive around town until midnight delivering pizzas, for us.

That's love.

Memory Lane

Aren't we cute? This is one of the first pictures taken of us as a couple, circa Spring 2006. Yikes! 5 years....

With the exception of the very first Valentine's Day we spent together, Will and I like to celebrate not on Valentines Day. My Aunt Joyce is coming over in a little bit for some snuggle time with Liam, and Mommy and Daddy are cashing in their Bonefish gift cards! Woo-hoo!

So of course today I've been reminiscing a little about our first Valentines Day. It actually started on February 13th. He had a dozen roses sent to my work, and the card read "Anyone can get flowers tomorrow. But you're not just anyone." I couldn't speak for at least 30 minutes. First of all, NO BOY had EVER sent me flowers before. And to my WORK! I worked at AAA at the time, and I had a member at my desk, and she just smiled at my flustered-ness. I really couldn't talk. Or even really look at them. For the actual day, he made use of his friend Brett's house (Brett's woman lived out of town, and he was with her :) ) and cooked me dinner. When he picked me up, there was a rose in the door of his car when I got it. And then two little bears holding another rose when I got to Brett's. He found some fancy pants Rachel Ray recipe online, bought all the ingredients (with a few phone calls to his mom from the grocery store for help), and then made me dinner. It was really good! We listened to music while he cooked, and I chose a Rascal Flatts cd. When "Broken Road" came on, we danced in the kitchen. We were so shy......

All in all, a magical night. Oh yeah, did I mention that he kissed me?
My last First Kiss was five years ago tomorrow. It has been the best 5 years of my life.

Valley Girl

Why do we have to go through the valley? I mean, can't we go over it? Around it? Walk right up to the edge and say, "Whew! Yeah, that's pretty bad. Thanks for sparing me from that, God! You're so good to me!!"

We're roughly 10 days in to Will's unemployment. And we're starting to get nervous. When we found out that he was going to lose his job, it was actually exciting. We saw it as an opportunity for him to try something new, and to finally find what it is that he is passionate about. We felt that God had given him a great opportunity.

Something has changed.

I can't point to the exact moment that it happened, but somewhere in the past 10 days, reality has hit. We have bills. And a son. A son who eats ridiculously expensive formula. And goes to the doctor. Which requires insurance. And it all costs money. And this economy isn't the greatest. And the people he's had 2 interviews with still haven't called back.

So why hasn't God just laid Will's next job in his lap already? I mean, why put us through this?

Because He loves us, and wants to teach us. And stretch us.

Rats.

Perspective

We don't fit in our residence anymore. The result: stuff everywhere. It drives me nuts. I'm not a clean freak, but I like everything to be put away before I go to bed every night (something I fear I've inherited from my mother.) When you shove three people into a little 2 bedroom townhouse, you can't put everything away every night. There is no 'away.' I have varying degrees of frustration with this.

On a related note, it seems that after being married to him for over 2 years, I have only recently discovered that my husband hates his socks. I mean, he wears them and all, but at some point in the evening, no matter where he is, he will decide he just can't take it anymore, remove his socks, and throw them in the floor. Somehow I missed this for over two years, but I am now happening upon his socks in all kinds of places. A little annoying some days, but really we just laugh at how oblivious I was to this habit.

So this morning I was lamenting on our incredibly over-stuffed and messy house. Then I went upstairs and saw my husbands socks. And I thought, "There may come a day when I wish those socks were being discarded all over the house still." And then I thought that one day I (or my husband and I) may live somewhere else, someplace where we have room to put everything away. And our house stays nice and neat. And it's boring and quiet.

And I decided, it's not so bad being messy.

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes.....

I had a dream last night that my husband and I a baby boy, and we were giving him a bath. He was a chubby little thing, blue-eyed and light-haired, and I loved him so much. I can still feel how much I loved him in my dreams as I sit and type this at 5:40 at night. One of the coolest things about the dream, though, was how awesome it felt to be taking care of this baby WITH my husband. I think that part warmed my heart as much as the actual baby!! The first words out of my mouth this morning to my husband were "I dreamed we had a baby and we were giving him a bath." A few hours later, when I woke up for real, we talked about it in detail, and decided we are both really looking forward to being parents together. We make such a great team in all areas of life; we're looking forward to adding parenting to the list.