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My day was better than any other day. Really. I awoke to birthday kisses and hugs from the Things and coffee from Husband Jared. A surprise of delectable pastries from Merridees from the Bible Study Babes and lunch at Pucketts with my homegirls. I just felt like I was in highschool again calling my grown up friends "homegirls". It's my perogative. You know you can hear the music playing in your head right now.
Then home for the Things soccer training, a surprise birthday gift and more coffee. Oh how I love coffee. Husband Jared was home early from work. Mother in law Jeanine was bringing Chuys for dinner and a homemade cake. Sister Natalie and Uncle Jeff were coming over and I got to feel Niece Autumn kick and move. What a day. Not to mention all the cards, presents and phone calls, just an added bonus. I felt so loved and so special.
The Things sang happy birthday at the top of their lungs and they had to help me blow out the candles. I am one blessed Mama. Thank you.
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Alright enough about what I love. Let me show you what the rest of my family loves. Per our tradition, I printed everyone's name on a sheet of paper and placed them on the table. At lunch each person wrote two things they loved about everyone in the family on the designated paper for said person. We encouraged the Things to be specific and thoughtful. And they were. Take a look.
I love to love. I love to hear those three sweet words out of the mouths of babes. And of course I love to hear those three sweet words out of the mouth of my babe.
Speaking of the love of my life. He took me on a date. We had a quiet dinner at Red Pony. He ate rock shrimp and I ate steak. Sound backwards? Not really if you know my husband. We talked and shared dessert. Chocolate. Need I say more. Oh yes, I must. And strawberries. And creme brulee. Oh the creme brulee. I would eat it everyday if I could. But I can't because I am in training. And well, I wouldn't be able to zip up my pants if I did that. And that wouldn't be very good either.
Date night ended with a game of cribbage. I won. I say that out of sheer pride, I know its wrong but I'm only human. And it doesn't happen often, that I win at cribbage I mean. I love to beat Husband Jared at cribbage, or any game for that matter. I don't like to lose. Loser usually has to do the dishes.
I also love you all. All eight of you that read this blog of mine.
I love words. I love writing. I love freedom. I love history. I love to read. I love unplanned family trips. I love to run. I love music. All genres. Except maybe heavy metal. No offense to anyone. I love butter. I love to cook. I love buttermilk pancakes. I love, oh well, I love a lot of things.
Maybe I should do an "I love" list and have everyone contribute. Ten things you love everyday to start your day? Hmm. I might think about that.
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We arrived at the airport early, traveling with 4 Things causes one to throw caution to the wind and allow an hour and a half for check in time. Anyhow, all flights in and out of Ontario, CA, cancelled! What? Excuse me while I recessitate myself. I do believe at this time I lost all color in my face and husband Jared was quite concerned that I would not make it. After his travel savvy ways kicked in he managed to reschedule us and we were on a flight to Chicago...In 3 hours! Tootsies here we come!
I realize now I should have snapped a few photos of the six of us, sitting in Tootsies, the bar, doing homework and listening to live country music. Only in Music city! Oh how I love Nashville.
The Things fared well. They even managed to score pink lemonades and fried treats from Daddy while we waited and watched the show.
On board we nervously awaited news that Midway was open and we were going to land despite the forcast for ice storms. We landed. We boarded another plane to LAX and arrived safely. Albeit late and tired and grumpy and hungry. But we landed nonetheless and the Southern Cal tour began. Griswold style, no less.
Here we are, my poor brother waiting anxiously, circling the chaos they call LAX for us and there is a competitor's plane at our gate. They were not mindful of the 4 tired, hungry, restless Things on board. No they took their sweet time and 45 minutes after landing we were allowed to deplane. Ugh.
I must mention that Thing 2 and Thing 4 were invited by the sweetest flight attendant to serve peanuts to the passengers on the first leg of our adventure. That was a treat! Here they are. You must excuse the quality of the photo, Thing 1 was so embarassed by her camera toting Mama that this was the best I could snap.
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She wrote of her bedtime ritual with her children. Every night, 365 nights a year. And immediately I thought of all the times, every night, when I rush my children into their rooms, say prayers, pull the covers up and scratch backs. Turn out the light and whisper "I love you" to each of the Things. Sometimes they ask me to stay and lay and scratch some more. To snuggle and make them not afraid. And honestly I have said no before. No, we have to get sleep. No, Mama is tired and needs to do such and such. Whether it be the dishes calling, the novel started, or my pillow beckoning me. What am I missing out on?
My Things. This precious time unable to be recaptured. For in the near future they may not want their Mama to stay. To cuddle, to scratch or even to pull the covers up. I don't want to miss this.
It is in the ordinary routine that the relationship is strengthened. The security of knowing their needs will be met. Both physically and spiritually. In heart and mind. I have committed to this before and failed. Consistency will last a few days and then I will tire once again. Only this time when I do and I feel weak and tempted to turn out the lights without another story I will think of my Father. Does He ever tire? He doesn't say no to me when I ask for comfort or dreams to dream. He always fills that Father shaped hole in my heart. Always.
And for now I will try to be in the ordinary, the nightly traditions in this house. The stories, prayers, dream telling and sharing and snuggles and laughs and tickles and scratching and whispers that come in the night hours.
I guess I will have to start tomorrow night though. Tonight is date night with Husband Jared and the Things will be at their Grandparents. Tonight they will have the night time to snuggle and love the Things.
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Last night at our small group we were reading John 2. What a heavy chapter. We go from miracle to table turning in the temple. Mind you the first chapter of John speaks of the disciples and their obedience and wilingness to follow Jesus, The Messiah. What pricked my heart were the last words in John 2:24-25, "But Jesus would not entrust Himself to them, for He knew all men. He did not need man's testimony about man, for He knew what was in a man." I had it underlined in my Bible previously but I had never felt those words like I did last night.
Enter disclaimer, I am no expert on Scripture. I am learning and fumbling like a new believer. These are only my thoughts I share and what the Word has spoken to me, how I understand it. The view from here, if you will.
Anyhow, He knows man. Jesus used discernment. He knew some of those same people that believed only after seeing the miracles would be some of the very ones that would be shouting "crucify him". Enter me. Am I one that entrusts myself to man? Are the world's offerings where my loyalty lies? I, nor will any human, ever carry the divine knowledge as God in the flesh did, but we are told that we can have strength through Him. He can help us in our discernement. In our struggles.
Another thought. If He knows man, which scripture repeatedly tells us He does. Even the hairs on my head are numbered. Why would I ever try to hide from Him? Why do I carry heaviness in my heart when He is waiting with open arms? When He suffered unthinkably on the cross for me? When He already knows.
And that is what's on my mind. A while back I read a post from another blogger. She spoke of times when her heart was heavy and she felt distant from the Lord. In order to reconnect she would set out some time for herself in her room. Deliberately. She would close her eyes and imagine Jesus' journey to the cross. Crown of thorns pushed into his head. The lashing. The blood. The heaviness of the wood, the heat beating down on Him. Every time He would stumble. Every foul word shouted at Him. And then the nails. In each hand. On His feet. The agony. The sacrifice. His mother. Tears shed. Blood of Lamb spilled.
A practice that no doubt brings you to your knees. Worship. Preparation for the season ahead. Heaviness lifted and heart full.
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Their flight departed on Friday morning and they did not return until Tuesday afternoon. Two days missed of school, soccer games played, roller coasters conquered and some serious fun had. I am so happy that Thing 4 and Jared were able to share the weekend together! Here are some photos from their adventures.
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While 13 seems "old" when you're 8, to this Mom it is a mere stepping stone. A blink of an eye and the beginning of a new stage in this Mother Daughter relationship.
Thing 1, I am so honored that God chose me to be your mother. I can not tell you how I look forward to watching His plans unfold in your life. I pray you always keep an eternal perspective and look upward during times of trial. And there will be trials, but you are strong, He made you after all.
You are full of love and emboldened in His likeness. Your emotions are big and you live them outloud, unafraid of the world around you. Yet, timid to newness and the yet unexplored. Keep dreaming big and step boldly on the path He chooses for you. You are destined for more than this world has to offer. Resist the temptation and be different.
Shine. Shine for Him. Shine.
I love you Thing 1, Happy Birthday Munchkin!
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