How Far We've Come...

Tomorrow is our 5th anniversary. In some ways, it seems so short and in others, it seems like an eternity. I always explain our courtship (if you can call it that) and marriage like a roller coaster ride. For 30 years (give or take a few months for both of us), we were on the ride up the first hill. Our marriage was the peak of the first hill, and so far the rest has been a fast ride. We moved from Cleveland to Tallahassee when I was pregnant with our first child, Belle. Since then, Ashton came along, and aside from children, life has posed all sorts of trials and joys. If you are married with children, I'm sure that you understand what I'm talking about.
I could come up with a few profound things to say and maybe wow you with some words or poetic statements. But, instead, I just want to say Happy Anniversary to us! I am thankful for my husband. He is a hard-working man who loves Jesus and his family. Belle and Ashton adore him, and though he can frustrate me like no one else, I adore him too! Whether times are good or bad, it is comforting to know that someone is there with you and there to hold your hand. Thank God for good husbands who aren't totally self-consumed and think about others as much as they do themselves. They do exist, and I caught one. Wahooie!
Happy Anniversary, Brian. I love you. I am with you. I believe in you, even when you don't believe in yourself (and this works vice versa too!). Here is to the beginning. We are still in the beginning, and I look forward to the years to come with a hopeful and grateful heart.

My Body is a Masterpiece

A little over a week ago, I was working on support letters for the people at church who are taking missions trips this summer. I had put Belle down for her nap about 30 minutes earlier. Normally, she drifts off to sleep. It's like a picture perfect story from the tale "Night Before Christmas". I'm thinking that visions of sugar plums are dancing in her head (more like visions of Ariel, Aurora and Belle), when what to my wondering eyes should appear but a naked little girl full of great cheer. She was colored with marker from head to toe - mustache around her lips, dots on her nose. But that is not the end of this tale you see, she had colored her feet, her bum and her boobies. So much composure I tried to retain, but alas I could not - laughter and tears fell like rain. I put up the markers and chastised her well, put her back to bed and all was well. She drifted off to sleep, my laughter remained and one day she'll read this story with disdain. Why do you ask? I'll tell you why. These are great stories to tell all the guys!

PS - This photo is another one of her coloring days. It's obvious...she loves lipstick.

I Miss My Kid!

I wanted to think of some witty, creative title to catch your attention. But, alas, no title seemed right except the one I chose. I want to shout it from the rooftops! It is funny the way God equips us to love our children.
Things have been really busy and stressful lately. During times like these, for most of us, our children bring a joy and welcomed relief to the heaviness of day to day living. So, being without them takes away a little of the sunshine. I'm convinced that God intended it that way. It sort of turns the tables a little and makes us dependent on those little bits who can do relatively little without our assistance. I'm also certain of this one thing...that I am missing her so much more than she is missing me. Still, I look forward to the weekend when I will see her smiling face and flopping piggy tales. And, hopefully, she will come running to me while shouting "Mommy, Mommy".
If you have no kids, maybe your dog licking you brings you similar joy. I wouldn't know. I've never had a pet. I do know one thing...I MISS MY KID!

Mushy Mommy Stuff

Today I took my daughter to Hollywood and Vine's Play'N'Dine with some of the characters from Playhouse Disney. We were there to eat breakfast. In fact, we were paying to eat breakfast. But, who cares about breakfast when June, Leo, JoJo and Goliath are around, right? Certainly not Belle, and certainly not her Mommy. She was entranced. I was enamored with her fascination. Even Ashton was giggling and smiling after he woke up. He knew something fun was happening.
So, my question today is this. How many times do we let the sweetest moments of life pass us by? What is really important? Even as little as she is, Belle knew that eating was irrelevant. We were there to hang out with June, and hang out with June we did (check out my new slide show for all the fun!). We followed her around the restaurant ~ dancing with her, hugging her, just touching her dress every chance we could. We must have blown her a hundred kisses. And the dancing...we danced to all the Playhouse Disney songs.
I'm not trying to be super spiritual here or pull something out of the air. But, I want Belle to love God this way. For that matter, I want to love God that way. Don't you? My friend says on her page, "I love God, poorly, but I do". I feel that way so many times.
We would all do well to watch the intriguing ways of a child. Belle took it all in. I couldn't take enough pictures or video. I thought I couldn't care less about the characters, but I did because Belle did. I was happy because she was happy. In that moment I couldn't have cared less about any want or desire of my own. People are always watching. I can't count how many waiters, waitresses and other actors in the show came to talk to her and check her out. It was contagious!
So now, you can take this as you want. You can enjoy the fun and the story. You can be spiritual and make some application if you dare. All I know is that I learn more from my daughter sometimes than she is learning from me.
Don't be jaded. Don't be so set in your ways. Don't lose the wonder of childhood. Don't eat so much. Don't starve. Smell the roses. Don't be so worried about housework and spend time cherishing moments with those you love (this is not an excuse to not clean the toilet ~ just remember there is a time and place for everything!). Don't spend your days pining away for what is not or ever will be.
Call an old friend. Be nice to the cashier at Wal-Mart. Take a chance and actually enjoy living for once. Be you. Love God, poorly if you have to, but love Him. And, if you ever need a lesson in any of the above, you can come hang out with Belle!

So This is Love...

I was going to begin blogging with something grand and theological, but the events of the day have brought me to a different place. If you don't recognize the title, it is from Disney's Cinderella. Cinderella sings the song as she dances with the prince. My daughter is completely enchanted with the princesses right now, especially Ariel and Cinderella. So, if you don't know me very well, I'll let you in on a secret - this blog is about my dear children.
This afternoon my daughter says that she wants to snuggle with Mommy (what a pleasant surprise) and watch Little Einsteins (no surprise there!). So, with one child nursing and a little cutie tucked in the other arm, we watch Little Einsteins. It was a delirious moment filled with joy that only another parent could really ever understand, and one that I never want to forget. For those of you who aren't parents, please indulge me a little.
As I relish in the joy that my daughter is actually sitting still long enough to let me love on her and be loved back, the moment ends as quickly as it began. I move Ashton to the swing and try to convince her to sit to no avail. She is up and down crawling all over me, smashing parts of my body that were not intended to touched much less mauled by little feet.
The kid in me decides to play back. I begin to tickle her. We have fun at first. Then, it happens. My daughters precious little feet take it too far. Her heel meets the bridge of my nose. No big deal, right. WRONG!!!! I hear a crack, push her away and fight back the tears. In my emotion, I shout, "I think she just broke my nose". I fall to the floor, and despite my best efforts to fight back tears, I begin to cry. The snot comes, only it's not snot at all. Beautiful, adorable Belle has given me a bloody nose!
Brian is poking at it, making sure it's not broken. I'm trying to remember how to hold my head to make the bleeding stop. And, Belle, though she knows something isn't exactly right, is oblivious for the most part. Are you laughing yet?
I thought about stopping here to make some deep theological comparison between the events of the evening and our relationship with God, but I'll leave that for you to explore on your own blog spot. What is deep and theological about this evening is the great love that I still have for both my children. Eventually my tears and bleeding stopped, but the headache and slight swelling still remain as I write.
I thought that being pooped on, peed on and thrown up on numerous times was true initiation into motherhood, until tonight. The initiation to parenthood just comes in stages.
As I put my children to bed, we said our prayers, and I told them that I loved them. I said my own quick prayer, as I always do, that they would be safe through the night so I could hear their sweet voices and see their little faces again in the morning. In my mind, I couldn't help but think how precious every moment with them is - even the ones that are painful. I want to somehow tuck this day away in a treasure box of memories that I can recall when I am 90 and walking down the aisle at my granddaughter's wedding.

(Now just imagine Cinderella's tune playing in the background)

So, THIS is love...