Thursday, August 17, 2006

My First Thursday Thirteen!


Thirteen Things I Love About My Husband…

1. We are connected to the depths of our soul. When one of us is sad, we’re both sad. When one of us is joyful, we’re both joyful. Made for one another, I'd say.

2. He loves me and appreciates me more than anything in this world and shows me that he does.

3. He is my earthly protector, provider and best friend.

4. He is genuine, sincere and honest. People like that about him.

5. Our relationship has grown stronger than I ever imagined it could have. All those hills and valleys we’ve walked together over 20 years have had their effect! They have also strengthened our faith.

6. He is as adventurous as I am. We both like to take risks every now and then. It keeps us young.

7. He is a wonderful father devoted to his kids. I thank God every day that he is my children’s role model.

8. He is the most patient person I know. Maybe enough for both of us - which is a good thing!

9. We have the same values and expectations for our family. He has worked very hard which allows me to stay home with the kids ever since our firstborn. There have been many times financial struggles made this nearly impossible but he’s been determined to make it work.

10. He knows I feel connected through touch and doesn’t mind giving extra long hugs.

11. He’s always supportive of me no matter how crazy my idea may be (and believe me, they can get pretty crazy!).

12. He is growing wise. He has learned so much from our experiences in life and it shows.

13. He knows when it’s best to just hold me and let me cry instead of saying anything at all.

Wow, what’s not to love about this man?!

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Fight with my sewing machine

So I was going to sew a pair of my son's shorts that needed mending. I dust off the sewing machine about 3 times a year. (At least once when my mom visits so she can help me with a project. Even if she forgets to take the pins out of the blankets she made the boys for Christmas... She's a wonderful seamstress and I've learned a lot from her :0) After I get all the straight pins in place on the repair I'm ready to go. My machine thinks otherwise. I explained to it that today was not a good day to mess with me so it better cooperate. It refused. The bobbin thing kept screwing up and eventually jammed up and broke my needle. The only needle I had. It got ugly. The kids hid outside and later asked if it was safe to come in. ;-)

Moral of the story... leave the sewing machine alone during PMS!

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Things that make you go... hmmm

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Getting to Know Me

I am.... loved by the dearest man in the world!
I want.... to feel contentment.
I wish..... I had more to give.
I hate.... selfishness.
I miss..... seeing my family more often.
I hear..... kiddos having fun on the trampoline.
I wonder.... if I’m on the right path for God’s plan in my life.
I regret..... not going away to college and experiencing dorm life.
I am not.... perfect. (shocker, huh?!)
I dance.... with my husband as we pass in the hallway after the kids are in bed.
I sing.... loudly in the car when I’m by myself.
I cry..... at the drop of a hat.
I am not always..... as organized as people think.
I make..... our home a comfortable place to be.
I write..... in my prayer journal every morning.
I confuse..... God’s will with my own.
I need..... to have resolution to conflict before I can sleep at night.
I should...... be doing 10 other things rather than writing on this blog!
I start....... conversations when others don’t.
I finish...... to do lists regularly.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Many thanks!

I want to thank Barb for helping me set up my blog. I'm learning little by little on how this html stuff works. Pretty soon it'll be a piece of cake (I hope!)

Going to school... for the first time

My husband and I met when I was 16. Within 3 months of dating we knew we were going to marry. We became inseparable and enjoyed many of the same things. We married 4 years later vowing that we both didn’t want children. We lived in wedded bliss for 5 years. I came home from work one day and said “We need to talk” and he said “I know, I want them, too.” So along came 3 children in 3 years. I guess we had decided if we were going to do this let’s do it quickly.

I have enjoyed most stages of these boys growing up once they turned 1 year old. (I’m not much of a baby person) I am really enjoying the 8-11 year old stage best. I have been blessed with being a stay at home mom since my first child was born. Years into motherhood I couldn’t wait for that yellow bus to pull up and take my kids off to school. It’s funny how God changes your plans. Once my oldest finished kindergarten at a small Christian school we realized he needed a lot of help academically. It was at this point that I started homeschooling. I figured if he’d be in school all day and then have to struggle with homework all night then what was the sense? A few years later it was discovered that he has dyslexia, along with his youngest brother. I had taken the dyslexic tutor training course so I could work with them instead of paying a tutor. I feel I have gotten them to a point where they are comfortable with learning. Years ago I had visions of homeschooling all the way to graduation but now God has changed that plan, too. I am feeling it heavy on my heart that it’s time to send them to school. Seasons of change are upon us.

Monday, August 07, 2006

My first walk with God

My walk as a true Christian began 8 years ago. I had grown up knowing of Jesus, going to church on holidays, weddings and funerals. I always knew there was a heaven. But the event that I am about to share with you changed my whole perspective of how much God loved me.

On August 3rd 1998, I had just given birth to our third and final bouncing baby boy. He was a healthy 7 pounds and had been right on time. He was born in the evening so after a few hours of cuddling our new bundle of joy I did what most mothers of young children did, I sent him off to the nursery to try and get some rest. A nurse woke us a few hours later in an urgent tone telling us to come quickly. My husband and I jolted down the hall to see our baby with a hand held respirator breathing for him. We had been informed that he stopped breathing and they had an ambulance ready to take him to the Children’s Hospital. It all happened so quickly. My husband rode in our car behind the ambulance. I could not be released yet so I had to stay behind. The ambulance stopped 5 times on the 45 mile trip. We learned later that each time they had to resuscitate our little boy.

During my hospital stay, I had friends and family come to congratulate me but it was so bitter sweet as there was no baby in the room with me. I had to wait an extra day to be discharged so they could run tests on me to try and help determine what was wrong with our little one. Upon my release, my husband drove me to the NICU. My 7-pound baby seemed like a giant amongst the 2 and 3 pound babies in incubators fighting for their lives. It was the most difficult site seeing him attached to all the machines with tubes and a respirator. They had no idea what was wrong with him. They had given him a spinal tap to see if it was meningitis. They were waiting for cultures to grow to give some direction. They had given him a drug to paralyze his body to keep him still while on the respirator. I wanted more than anything to hold him but I couldn’t. We had him dedicated that day there in the hospital.
I thank God for all the family and friends who helped us juggle this 3 week hospital stay. We had two boys at home, ages 1-½ and 3, along with our own business to run. I was arranging babysitting twice a day so I could spend some time each morning and afternoon at the hospital. My husband went in the evenings after work. It was on these daily drives that I would pray. Not pray like I had been used to, this was more like just talking with God. I remember the moment I handed this little boy over to the Lord and told him I was okay with whatever the outcome. I felt such a peace fill every inch of my being. After this prayer, I arrived at the hospital and the doctors told me they had the answer! He had a beta-strep bacterial infection in his lungs. Now they knew what to treat him for and things should start improving. They warned me that I would have a handicapped child to care for. I didn’t care as I knew it was all part of God’s plan. He may have been a little slower to reach milestones along the way but as of today he is a healthy, happy child. There are a few quirks to his personality but who’s to say those were even caused by his difficult start in life. Every year we celebrate his birthday, I celebrate my being born again. It was a time that I struggled to get through but I wouldn’t change a single detail.