Sunday, December 14, 2014

Weekend Happenings

We are in full Christmas mode over here. We've been busy getting ready, finishing up shopping, mailing off presents to family, spending time making crafts and what not. This weekend has been pretty calm though. I've been under the weather in some sort of fashion, not as stylish as desired, but memory worthy at least. Mike was a gem and let me slack off on my motherly duties so I could rest. The girls have since learned that they're Daddy makes the best grilled cheese sandwich e-VER!! Needless to say, we've gone through 2 loaves of bread and I think three packs of cheese this week. They're in love.




I'm learning how fun it is when we do "family" things. I remember wondering how it would be to make memories with my own kids, my own family, and now I actually am. Sometimes it's overwhelming but for the most part, it's so surreal.





They're not fans of Moma not feeling good. Daddy isn't either, but he doesn't complain. They are quick to cuddle and make every attempt to help me. They never cease to amaze me. Each day I am greeted with a new level of love. They push me beyond any level I thought I could reach and bring me back to reality when I need it.




The last few weeks have been sort of a whirlwind. A lot of things and a lot of stuff. We're looking forward to Christmas. With no deployment next year, we are loving the thought  of having Daddy home a whole week with us without dreading the month ahead. Although we'd love to be with our other family, we know being together here in our home will be just as special.



Sunday, November 30, 2014

Midnight Writer

You like that front liner don't you? Ha! If you were to see me now you might really get a good chuckle or two. I've been battling a head cold all week. Stuffy nose. Irritable sinus pressure. Sinus headaches beyond belief. And tonight all of it just let go. So I kid you not, I am currently sitting here with tissues stuck up my nose because it's that bad. Sorry for the visual, but I'm just keeping it real. It's also 1:30 in the morning. Perfect timing? Eh.....

The past couple of weeks have not been ideal per-say. There's been a lot of stuff going on that has continued to simply drain me of any ounce of sanity energy I have left. Stressors. They seriously eat me alive. Sometimes they're not even important. Such as what my girls are going to wear to church tomorrow. Yeah. That's where it all started...tonight at least.

It's the broken washer.
The too-quick goodbye.
Distance.
Sick dogs.
Picky eaters.
Gifts.
Budget.
Growing kids.

And now I'm wide awake with tissues stuck up my nose knowing full and well that when my alarm goes off it what will seem like seconds, I will be far from ready to welcome it's joyful noise. Talk about another stressor. My poor girls...I promise your Moma will return soon.
Despite all the mess that's going on. My three girls are still bubbling along like nobodies business. They are the smile to my days even when I don't feel like smiling.




"God wants you right in the middle of your mess 
because that's the perfect place for Him to 
SHINE."

They will chatter you up before you have time to process one thought.
They will tickle that part of your heart that hasn't been stirred up in quite sometime.
They will run circles around you and wont miss a beat.
They will, and I can say this because they're mine,
melt.
your.
heart.

The other day they were cleaning up their play-dough mess and I got all bent out of shape with how they were sweeping it up. Dirty broom on my table (as if it wasn't gross enough) was not the best choice. Afterwards, they softly informed me that they thought I was grouchy. Talk about a punch in the gut. But what got me was what they said next...
"but we still think you're a great Moma, Moma."
Cue the tears. I mean, really. My girls.

The days right now. They stink. They're hard. Some more emotional and mentally than others.  One at a time though. And I know that, even so, it's hard. But, there will be a tomorrow when I will wake up and feel the change. I know He has a purpose. I trust He has a purpose. So... I will keep on.

He will be our peace.
Micah 5:5


Saturday, November 15, 2014

Ellie is 2

when she was born, she really stirred up the pot. her sisters were no where near being on board.
after two years, she continues to bring so much humor to the house. with her nonstop energy and continual crazy antics, i can't even imagine what this next year will unfold.


we celebrate our little ellie turning two this month
shes that extra ray of hope that i'm so glad we had faith to leap for.





so happy God gave us you
you are our sunshine
our littlest lady
and i'm so excited for you to grow even more this year.


Happy Birthday sweet girl.

But as for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more Psalm 71:14