Enjoy these Friday funnies!
P.SA.: If you're a lady over 35...or er...29, please empty your bladder (or secure your Depends) prior to watching!
A joyful heart is good medicine.
Proverbs 17:22
Friday, July 22, 2016
Sunday, July 17, 2016
How Did I Get Here?
Disclaimer...This has been one of the hardest blog posts that I have ever written. Leaving our "old church" was one of the hardest decisions that I have ever had to make. I have laid awake in my bed for many nights, trying to put the words together for this post. I did not want to write this. However, I continued to feel God urging me to write this. Much love and thanks for reading!
It was Sunday and I got out of my car with my coffee cup in hand and I was greeted by our friend Mr. R on his golf cart in our church parking lot. This is one of the many things that my children loved about our church. Being rode into church on the golf cart. As I noticed the beautiful sunshine and how it reflected off of the mountains, I immediately thought "God is so good" and I reflected the many changes that have taken place over the past year.
A year ago on this Sunday, we were still in church. However, it wasn't the right church for us. It was for a season, but like seasons...they change. We loved our little country church that we actively went to for over 8 years. We worshiped with family, it was not uncommon for a cousin, grandparent or aunt or uncle to be the Sunday School teacher of my children. It was also a common sight to see little ones being rocked to sleep of a family member, or someone as close as family in the church choir. The small country church was full of love. Our pastor loved his congregation, often times you would see a group gathered at our pastor's home to split and stack wood for the winter months. We would also frequently gather at the soup kitchen to serve those who were less than fortunate. So, you may ask...why did you leave a church filled with such love and harmony?
To be honest, I'm not quite sure myself. However, I do know that like puzzle pieces that sometimes get warped when my children have played with them too long, they get warped. They have a hard time being put back together. The puzzle piece of my family started not to fit quite right. We still felt love, we were still being fed the gospel, but we wanted more of something and things started to feel like they didn't fit just quite right anymore.
I remember the Sunday that my husband suggested that we visit the church not far from our home. I had quickly dismissed this suggestion many many times because "they watch the church on a screen, how is that any different than enjoying the service from the comfort of my living room?" He would always shrug his shoulders and walk away. However, on this Sunday I didn't dismiss his suggestion. I only said "okay, we can try it, but if F gets upset walking into his classroom, I'm leaving." My husband agreed and off we went....to a different church.
We drove up the big hill and found a parking spot and quickly a lady in capri pants ran out to greet us...hugging us! We received other numerous hugs and warm smiles as we walked into the door. You could feel love and I felt my anxiety of a "different church" leaving my body. We escorted A to her kids classroom where she found numerous other children around her age playing games and a teacher, Mrs. P gathering materials to teach the group of children. She warmly introduced herself and Addison began being immersed in the activities that were provided. We told her goodbye, but she didn't even turn around to hear us as she began to make new friends.
Then it was off to F's classroom. He ran right in! I think that they had him with the play dough. He ran right up, took a seat and he was sucked in as well. His teacher warmly smiled and promised to find us if he needed us. I looked at my husband as we walked down the hallway to the sanctuary and we both agreed that in all of the years that we have been in church, our son has NEVER just walked into a strange classroom without wailing for us to stay with him.
We were warmly welcomed in the sanctuary. We loved the contemporary worship music and all of the young families that began to trickle into the sanctuary. People our age. We quickly stood and began to clap our hands to the music and I even began to cry at how powerful I could feel the love of God in the sanctuary.
For years, my husband and I have wanted to feel accepted and to have friends around our age. We occasionally were invited to cook outs, but other than people that we met at work, we didn't have many people that we could call up and ask to "hang out". While we had a few people in our lives that we could do this. We longed to sit in a small group with others our age and receive Godly advice, wisdom from the older generation who has been in our shoes. We also longed for our children to have a community of friends and activities for them while my husband and I could worship and not have to worry if my children decided that it was time to go during the middle of a worship service. I could slowly see where we would fit into this church...
As the service began, it was so powerful that I quickly forgot that I was watching it on a screen. Especially when the pastor at this church stood at the end to speak. I shed many many tears that day. It had been a long time since I had experienced the love of God so powerfully in my life.
As the week went on, I received a phone call from the pastor and cards from two people telling me how much they enjoyed me how much they enjoyed meeting me and that my children were well behaved....whoa!
I was dreading the next Sunday. I didn't want to leave our old country church, but this new church was so intriguing. My daughter asked numerous times during the week if we could "go to the new church." She loved all of the other children in her class. My husband admitted that he loved the service and that he would like to attend at least once again. I agreed with him.
A year later, I will admit that leaving our "old church" was very very difficult. It was hard to leave people that I have grown close to over an 8 year period. However, looking back I knew that in the months prior to leaving that I felt that something was missing from my life. I wanted to grow in knowledge and see God's love in my life. I wanted a community of other people that I could call on if needed and I wanted people that needed me as well. I have found that in my church. I can see my children growing up with their church friends. That's not something that I could have received from watching the service on tv...
We received a community!
It was Sunday and I got out of my car with my coffee cup in hand and I was greeted by our friend Mr. R on his golf cart in our church parking lot. This is one of the many things that my children loved about our church. Being rode into church on the golf cart. As I noticed the beautiful sunshine and how it reflected off of the mountains, I immediately thought "God is so good" and I reflected the many changes that have taken place over the past year.
A year ago on this Sunday, we were still in church. However, it wasn't the right church for us. It was for a season, but like seasons...they change. We loved our little country church that we actively went to for over 8 years. We worshiped with family, it was not uncommon for a cousin, grandparent or aunt or uncle to be the Sunday School teacher of my children. It was also a common sight to see little ones being rocked to sleep of a family member, or someone as close as family in the church choir. The small country church was full of love. Our pastor loved his congregation, often times you would see a group gathered at our pastor's home to split and stack wood for the winter months. We would also frequently gather at the soup kitchen to serve those who were less than fortunate. So, you may ask...why did you leave a church filled with such love and harmony?
To be honest, I'm not quite sure myself. However, I do know that like puzzle pieces that sometimes get warped when my children have played with them too long, they get warped. They have a hard time being put back together. The puzzle piece of my family started not to fit quite right. We still felt love, we were still being fed the gospel, but we wanted more of something and things started to feel like they didn't fit just quite right anymore.
I remember the Sunday that my husband suggested that we visit the church not far from our home. I had quickly dismissed this suggestion many many times because "they watch the church on a screen, how is that any different than enjoying the service from the comfort of my living room?" He would always shrug his shoulders and walk away. However, on this Sunday I didn't dismiss his suggestion. I only said "okay, we can try it, but if F gets upset walking into his classroom, I'm leaving." My husband agreed and off we went....to a different church.
We drove up the big hill and found a parking spot and quickly a lady in capri pants ran out to greet us...hugging us! We received other numerous hugs and warm smiles as we walked into the door. You could feel love and I felt my anxiety of a "different church" leaving my body. We escorted A to her kids classroom where she found numerous other children around her age playing games and a teacher, Mrs. P gathering materials to teach the group of children. She warmly introduced herself and Addison began being immersed in the activities that were provided. We told her goodbye, but she didn't even turn around to hear us as she began to make new friends.
Then it was off to F's classroom. He ran right in! I think that they had him with the play dough. He ran right up, took a seat and he was sucked in as well. His teacher warmly smiled and promised to find us if he needed us. I looked at my husband as we walked down the hallway to the sanctuary and we both agreed that in all of the years that we have been in church, our son has NEVER just walked into a strange classroom without wailing for us to stay with him.
We were warmly welcomed in the sanctuary. We loved the contemporary worship music and all of the young families that began to trickle into the sanctuary. People our age. We quickly stood and began to clap our hands to the music and I even began to cry at how powerful I could feel the love of God in the sanctuary.
For years, my husband and I have wanted to feel accepted and to have friends around our age. We occasionally were invited to cook outs, but other than people that we met at work, we didn't have many people that we could call up and ask to "hang out". While we had a few people in our lives that we could do this. We longed to sit in a small group with others our age and receive Godly advice, wisdom from the older generation who has been in our shoes. We also longed for our children to have a community of friends and activities for them while my husband and I could worship and not have to worry if my children decided that it was time to go during the middle of a worship service. I could slowly see where we would fit into this church...
As the service began, it was so powerful that I quickly forgot that I was watching it on a screen. Especially when the pastor at this church stood at the end to speak. I shed many many tears that day. It had been a long time since I had experienced the love of God so powerfully in my life.
As the week went on, I received a phone call from the pastor and cards from two people telling me how much they enjoyed me how much they enjoyed meeting me and that my children were well behaved....whoa!
I was dreading the next Sunday. I didn't want to leave our old country church, but this new church was so intriguing. My daughter asked numerous times during the week if we could "go to the new church." She loved all of the other children in her class. My husband admitted that he loved the service and that he would like to attend at least once again. I agreed with him.
A year later, I will admit that leaving our "old church" was very very difficult. It was hard to leave people that I have grown close to over an 8 year period. However, looking back I knew that in the months prior to leaving that I felt that something was missing from my life. I wanted to grow in knowledge and see God's love in my life. I wanted a community of other people that I could call on if needed and I wanted people that needed me as well. I have found that in my church. I can see my children growing up with their church friends. That's not something that I could have received from watching the service on tv...
We received a community!
Saturday, July 16, 2016
I will not be shaken...
As I sat and watched the late night news to watch the horrific events unfold in Dallas, Orlando, Nice, Paris and so many other places across the world, I grieved like so many. I hurt for families that would learn that their loved one would not be coming home that evening. I grieved for friends and colleagues who would learn that there would be an empty seat in their office or at their next gathering. I also grieved for my children, because our world doesn't seem as safe as it did 20 years ago.
As my husband and I sat and discussed these events and how they unfolded, we quickly made comments about how to keep our children safer, we must shield them more....we will not go out of the country right now...we will consider getting our concealed weapons training... and the thought of private school and a home security system were on the list as well. Not that any of these thoughts were a bad thing. However we came to the conclusion that no matter what we did....
As my husband and I sat and discussed these events and how they unfolded, we quickly made comments about how to keep our children safer, we must shield them more....we will not go out of the country right now...we will consider getting our concealed weapons training... and the thought of private school and a home security system were on the list as well. Not that any of these thoughts were a bad thing. However we came to the conclusion that no matter what we did....
JESUS
LOVES
THEM MORE!
I love those who love me; those who look for me find me. Proverbs 8:17 MSG
I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have the power to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ. Ephesians 3:17
I love my children more than life itself. I love how they come into my room on a Saturday morning and drift back to sleep. I love seeing their little eyes close and their precious mouths opened with their heads rested on my chest. I love seeing them laugh and play in my back yard with lightning bugs dancing around them. I love my children and I love being their mother. However, I know that I can't always protect them. I have to rely on my Heavenly Father who has greater plans for them. God has greater plans for my two precious children than I could ever imagine; and I know that he will use them for their good and his glory.
I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out- plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for. Jeremiah 29:11 MSG
God can do anything, you know- far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us. Ephesians 3:20-21 MSG
I know that it is difficult not to worry about our children and their future. However, during those times of fear I have to understand that fear does not come from God. God is all things good and pure. I have to trust God's ultimate plan for my children's life, pray that God will protect us and cherish each moment that I have with them.
Do not worry about anything; instead pray about everything. Tell God what you need and thank Him for all He has done. Philippians 4:6
Every good and perfect gift is from above. James 1:17
It is the Lord who goes before you. He will be with you; he will not leave you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed. Deuteronomy 31:8
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Unprepared...
On Monday after a busy day at the office, I made my trek to the grocery store. However, I did not have my reusable bags, I did not have my coupons or even my grocery list. I knew that we needed many things, but I just wasn't sure what...
I retrieved my cart and stood on the first isle. People were whizzing by me, on a mission. Everyone knew exactly what they needed, except me. I was unprepared. I began and picked up a package of Kit Kats and Reese Cups, then chips, ice cream and sugary cereal. I made my way to the meat section and thought...what should we have for dinner each night? People made their way in front of me, eager to retrieve what they needed and make their way back home to their families. I settled on a frozen pizza and a package of hot dogs.
My family suffered because I was unprepared for my grocery store trip. Sure, I provided food for them, they will surely not starve on their ice cream, sugary cereal and kit kat's. However, I did not make the best choice for them. If I had been prepared, I would have clipped my coupons, made my list and taken inventory of what was already in our pantry prior to my grocery store endeavor.
The same thing happens when I am not prepared for my day.
I know that the best thing that I can do in the morning is to spend my time with God, first thing in the morning.
I retrieved my cart and stood on the first isle. People were whizzing by me, on a mission. Everyone knew exactly what they needed, except me. I was unprepared. I began and picked up a package of Kit Kats and Reese Cups, then chips, ice cream and sugary cereal. I made my way to the meat section and thought...what should we have for dinner each night? People made their way in front of me, eager to retrieve what they needed and make their way back home to their families. I settled on a frozen pizza and a package of hot dogs.
My family suffered because I was unprepared for my grocery store trip. Sure, I provided food for them, they will surely not starve on their ice cream, sugary cereal and kit kat's. However, I did not make the best choice for them. If I had been prepared, I would have clipped my coupons, made my list and taken inventory of what was already in our pantry prior to my grocery store endeavor.
The same thing happens when I am not prepared for my day.
I know that the best thing that I can do in the morning is to spend my time with God, first thing in the morning.
"We must exchange whispers with God before shouts with the world."
--Lysa TerKuerst
I know that I am like a sponge. Whatever is placed in me first thing in the morning will be squeezed out throughout the day. When I look at my bank account, my facebook account or even my Pinterest account before having my quiet time alone with God, I know that I will find myself more anxious and emotional throughout the day. I find that I will make quick decisions, that will negatively affect me as I go throughout the day.
However, when I take the time to prepare for my day, to have the quiet conversations with God and to read his word, I can expect that my sponge will overflow with the love of my Heavenly Father. I can expect that I will be slow to anger and slow to speak and that His love may be able to drip down onto those around me.
So, I strive to stay away from picking up my phone until my devotion is done. So, that God and I can have the quality time together that we need...Otherwise, I may look like a porky pine when the day is over...covered in quills.
Monday, June 6, 2016
Lessons That I learned While My Toes Were In the Sand...
About two months ago my family and I traveled to Florida for our Spring Break vacation. While we were there we spent time with my in laws, traveled to Lego Land and spent time with the family that we see about twice per year. I really enjoyed leaving our bitterly cold climate to be somewhere warm and sunny. I utterly despise winter and this past winter seemed to drag on and on...
On our first full day we traveled to Sand Key Beach. It's a beautiful beach, not overly crowded, but the water is still clear and you can find unique shells. There are no hotels on the beach, so you have to use the public facility near the parking deck. Being that I was there with both of my children, I frequently visited the public restroom.
On one of my many treks to the restroom, I got closer and saw an elderly couple sitting on a bench at the entrance of the beach. They were both very frail, her hair was a beautiful shade of snow white, but their eyes were bright. They were both smiling as he sat with his arm around her, they were still in love after who knows how many years. As I walked closer to them, I noticed that he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek! It was by far, one of the most adorable things that I have ever seen. I so badly wanted to capture this moment on camera.
I thought a lot about this couple as the day went on. I still want to be madly in love with my husband when I am old and gray. I hope that he is still in love with me when he is old and gray! I hope that we share the same dreams and passions as the years stretch ahead of us. I know that Satan does not want us to be happy and in love. Satan still tries to grab our attention and to destroy our marriage. Marriage is hard work, and I feel that I have to compromise and bite my tongue daily for the better of my marriage.
I think back to our first couple of years of marriage. I think of the little white house that we lived in. I recently told my husband "I have very few good memories of our time in our first home." A few of the good memories include the evening where my husband proposed to me, being carried over the threshold after coming home from our honeymoon and the day that I told my husband that he was going to be a Father. And that's pretty much it....
I remember on two different occasions packing all of my belongings and attempting to leave my husband. Thankfully, on both occasions my dog refused to get into the car with me & I refused to leave her behind. One time I left anyway and made it a whole mile before returning (I'm still not sure if I came back for my husband or my dog...hehe). There were many nights where we slept in separate bedrooms on different sides of the house. Many afternoons spent arguing over finances, chores and who knows what that drove my husband to squeeling his tires as he flew out of our driveway.
There was one tearful conversation with my group of friends at a restaurant, when I was convinced that I was going to leave my husband for good. They told me that "It wasn't too late to find someone else", "Some things just aren't meant to be" and "I had just made a mistake". They even named several names of eligible bachelors that I could call up after this thing was over.
However, something inside me knew that I couldn't throw into the towel this easily. Deep down I knew that God had a beautiful plan for my marriage. My husband and I finally agreed to attend marriage counseling with the same counselor that did our marriage counseling two years prior. We went to counseling each week, but more than that we began to pray for our marriage. We began to put the needs of each other, prior to the needs of ourselves. After we were convinced that we were not going to get a divorce, we vowed that we would never say the word "divorce" again.
A couple of days after seeing the sweet elderly couple on the beach, I noticed a young couple on the beach, obviously on their honeymoon. They were cute too! I watched both of them struggle with assembling their small umbrella (it was pretty pitiful watching them, Spunky almost went up and asked them if he could help them). After their umbrella was standing and in the sand, we watched the husband perfectly position his new bride's chair under the umbrella. They then slathered each other in sun block and then they realized....they only had one chair. I could see both of them saying "No honey, you take the chair." "No you" "Well I insist, you take the chair." What I really wanted to do is steal this new bride away for a couple of minutes and say "Listen honey, he's going to drive you nuts down this long road, please have patience with him, forgive him when he doesn't deserve it, love, honor and support him and above everything else...pray for your marriage."
Feet away, I noticed that chairs were being brought in on this Tuesday afternoon, a back drop was being assembled and people in Sunday clothes were being ushered onto the beach. Then I saw her, she was beautiful! A bride who looked like a life like Barbie's twin sister wearing a beautiful cream gown was playing on the shore while a photographer snapped picture after picture of her. I thought, honey when you say those words in a few minutes "for better or for worse, please understand that for worse sometimes means staying with him in the hospital for 10 nights after he's fell off a roof and broke both of his arms and you have to do everything (and I mean everything) for him while he re cooperates."
A few days ago, I had a dear friend say to me "You're my inspiration to staying married...you have everything together." Friend, trust me when I say, I DO NOT have it all together. I have to work on my marriage daily, sometimes every second. However, the secret to my marriage is going to the Father in each situation. We must rejoice to Him in the good times and cling to him during the bad times.
On our first full day we traveled to Sand Key Beach. It's a beautiful beach, not overly crowded, but the water is still clear and you can find unique shells. There are no hotels on the beach, so you have to use the public facility near the parking deck. Being that I was there with both of my children, I frequently visited the public restroom.
On one of my many treks to the restroom, I got closer and saw an elderly couple sitting on a bench at the entrance of the beach. They were both very frail, her hair was a beautiful shade of snow white, but their eyes were bright. They were both smiling as he sat with his arm around her, they were still in love after who knows how many years. As I walked closer to them, I noticed that he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek! It was by far, one of the most adorable things that I have ever seen. I so badly wanted to capture this moment on camera.
I thought a lot about this couple as the day went on. I still want to be madly in love with my husband when I am old and gray. I hope that he is still in love with me when he is old and gray! I hope that we share the same dreams and passions as the years stretch ahead of us. I know that Satan does not want us to be happy and in love. Satan still tries to grab our attention and to destroy our marriage. Marriage is hard work, and I feel that I have to compromise and bite my tongue daily for the better of my marriage.
I think back to our first couple of years of marriage. I think of the little white house that we lived in. I recently told my husband "I have very few good memories of our time in our first home." A few of the good memories include the evening where my husband proposed to me, being carried over the threshold after coming home from our honeymoon and the day that I told my husband that he was going to be a Father. And that's pretty much it....
I remember on two different occasions packing all of my belongings and attempting to leave my husband. Thankfully, on both occasions my dog refused to get into the car with me & I refused to leave her behind. One time I left anyway and made it a whole mile before returning (I'm still not sure if I came back for my husband or my dog...hehe). There were many nights where we slept in separate bedrooms on different sides of the house. Many afternoons spent arguing over finances, chores and who knows what that drove my husband to squeeling his tires as he flew out of our driveway.
There was one tearful conversation with my group of friends at a restaurant, when I was convinced that I was going to leave my husband for good. They told me that "It wasn't too late to find someone else", "Some things just aren't meant to be" and "I had just made a mistake". They even named several names of eligible bachelors that I could call up after this thing was over.
However, something inside me knew that I couldn't throw into the towel this easily. Deep down I knew that God had a beautiful plan for my marriage. My husband and I finally agreed to attend marriage counseling with the same counselor that did our marriage counseling two years prior. We went to counseling each week, but more than that we began to pray for our marriage. We began to put the needs of each other, prior to the needs of ourselves. After we were convinced that we were not going to get a divorce, we vowed that we would never say the word "divorce" again.
A couple of days after seeing the sweet elderly couple on the beach, I noticed a young couple on the beach, obviously on their honeymoon. They were cute too! I watched both of them struggle with assembling their small umbrella (it was pretty pitiful watching them, Spunky almost went up and asked them if he could help them). After their umbrella was standing and in the sand, we watched the husband perfectly position his new bride's chair under the umbrella. They then slathered each other in sun block and then they realized....they only had one chair. I could see both of them saying "No honey, you take the chair." "No you" "Well I insist, you take the chair." What I really wanted to do is steal this new bride away for a couple of minutes and say "Listen honey, he's going to drive you nuts down this long road, please have patience with him, forgive him when he doesn't deserve it, love, honor and support him and above everything else...pray for your marriage."
Feet away, I noticed that chairs were being brought in on this Tuesday afternoon, a back drop was being assembled and people in Sunday clothes were being ushered onto the beach. Then I saw her, she was beautiful! A bride who looked like a life like Barbie's twin sister wearing a beautiful cream gown was playing on the shore while a photographer snapped picture after picture of her. I thought, honey when you say those words in a few minutes "for better or for worse, please understand that for worse sometimes means staying with him in the hospital for 10 nights after he's fell off a roof and broke both of his arms and you have to do everything (and I mean everything) for him while he re cooperates."
A few days ago, I had a dear friend say to me "You're my inspiration to staying married...you have everything together." Friend, trust me when I say, I DO NOT have it all together. I have to work on my marriage daily, sometimes every second. However, the secret to my marriage is going to the Father in each situation. We must rejoice to Him in the good times and cling to him during the bad times.
Friday, May 13, 2016
Friday Night Dessert Dates
I'm always blown away by the way the heavenly father knows exactly what we need before we even say it.
Tonight was no exception.
Time with my husband has been rare this week. He had a meeting on Monday evening, making it after 10 PM before getting home. On Tuesday and Wednesday evenings, he had to be at his "day job" to work the graduation ceremony, he walked in the door as I was putting Addison and Finn to bed each night. On Thursday evening, Addison had an orthodontist appointment in the city, so the kids and I walked into our home late. Sitting down together for dinner is a big deal in our family, but this week it was non existent.
This week our conversations have been short lived and by the end of the week we were communicating by a few short (almost snappy) text messages. I would even place a post it note on his phone of reminders for the day. This week wasn't a week that I would look back to say that we were "happily married". It was more like "survival of the fittest."
Sometimes on Friday evenings, we put the kids to bed (somewhat earlier) to enjoy a date in our home of a dessert and a movie without cartoon characters. Sometimes those small little dates end up with us slow dancing in the living room. Other times, we fall asleep on the couch. Sometimes, I make a good dessert, sometimes I pick up a dessert in the city on the way home. Hiding it from Addison and Finn is the tricky part.
Today, God provided a sweet friend who provided our dessert...and a delicious one at that.
Tonight, we sat at the bar in our kitchen tasting the delicousness of different cheesecake while sharing a glass of milk. We laughed and talked, and all was well in the world again and the stress of this week was long gone.
Being that we are working parents, we seldom have dates out on the town. Honestly, I'm not sure that it is something that I would like each week. We have such few moments as a family as it is. I read once that before your child turns 18 years of age, that you have fewer than 1,000 Saturdays together. Not that I'm opposed to having a date night on the town every once in a while, but I like being able to have the best of both worlds as well...even if I'm on a date in my kitchen in my yoga pants!
Tonight was no exception.
Time with my husband has been rare this week. He had a meeting on Monday evening, making it after 10 PM before getting home. On Tuesday and Wednesday evenings, he had to be at his "day job" to work the graduation ceremony, he walked in the door as I was putting Addison and Finn to bed each night. On Thursday evening, Addison had an orthodontist appointment in the city, so the kids and I walked into our home late. Sitting down together for dinner is a big deal in our family, but this week it was non existent.
This week our conversations have been short lived and by the end of the week we were communicating by a few short (almost snappy) text messages. I would even place a post it note on his phone of reminders for the day. This week wasn't a week that I would look back to say that we were "happily married". It was more like "survival of the fittest."
Sometimes on Friday evenings, we put the kids to bed (somewhat earlier) to enjoy a date in our home of a dessert and a movie without cartoon characters. Sometimes those small little dates end up with us slow dancing in the living room. Other times, we fall asleep on the couch. Sometimes, I make a good dessert, sometimes I pick up a dessert in the city on the way home. Hiding it from Addison and Finn is the tricky part.
Today, God provided a sweet friend who provided our dessert...and a delicious one at that.
Tonight, we sat at the bar in our kitchen tasting the delicousness of different cheesecake while sharing a glass of milk. We laughed and talked, and all was well in the world again and the stress of this week was long gone.
Being that we are working parents, we seldom have dates out on the town. Honestly, I'm not sure that it is something that I would like each week. We have such few moments as a family as it is. I read once that before your child turns 18 years of age, that you have fewer than 1,000 Saturdays together. Not that I'm opposed to having a date night on the town every once in a while, but I like being able to have the best of both worlds as well...even if I'm on a date in my kitchen in my yoga pants!
Sunday, May 8, 2016
Happy Mother's Day!!
Happy Mother's Day!!
My day was blessed spending time with the two pairs of feet that call me mom! I also loved helping with the preschool department at church today!
All mom's are special, and I think that being a mom is the most challenging and rewarding job on the planet!
In honor of mom's everywhere...I dedicate this song to you! I only wish that I could have found a video of better quality!
Happy Mother's Day!
She is clothed in strength and dignity and she laughs without fear of the future.
Proverbs 31:25
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