Five Years

When Justin and I got married, five years ago, very few of our friends were getting married. However, since then, it seems as though we are overflowing in weddings.

I love weddings. They celebrate one of the most amazing and beautiful gifts this life has to give: a life partner. I find unique pleasure in those weddings that join together like-minded believers.

Weddings are beautiful, but marriage is hard. A wedding is only the start of a marriage. Marriage is where the refining is done, the 'true self' is revealed and exposed. Marriage can humiliate you, it can destroy you, it can break your spirit. Marriage can also bring your laughter and joy, it can build you up, it can reveal your weaknesses, shed you of your pride and selfishness.

I love that Jesus describes His relationship with us in the analogy of a marriage. His love and care for us should be mirrored in our love and care for our spouse. As marriages in this country are faltering and failing, my prayer is that those who enter their wedding day with such joy and bliss will work daily and faithfully to keep their spouse the bride/groom of their dreams.

Fall is here

Ah yes, the scent of fall. It's my favorite time of year. It's so magical, with the hint of coming winter, the changing leaves in the trees, the time to pull out George Winston, warm blankets, Hot Apple Cider, Caramel Cake, and begin the baking Odyssey.

It's also the signal to start school again. After five years going to California State University Chico, I'm beginning to show my gray hair and my age. I just don't care very much for school anymore. I want to spend my days carving pumpkins and raking leaves. Yet, as I press toward the goal of completing this old dream, I have to dig in and dig deep to finish strong.

I also started Ezra in Kindergarten at home. We are using SonLight, and loving every minute of it. Ez thinks school is the best thing to happen to him since Audrey came around. He is so bright and inquisitive, and I can't wait to start planning our family 'field-trips'.

The latest news involves a house. 20070 Redwood Ct, Foresthill California, to be exact. It is now our house (almost, we are slated to move in next month). We're just a little bit excited. Now, I need to start packing!

Bedtime

Lately, everyone has been going to bed around 10pm, and I am left up all to myself. I usually stay up for the next two hours, either listening to a sermon, reading a book, surfing the web, or watching a Period film (because no one would stay up to watch them with me). I find myself craving this window of alone time. I look forward to it.

As a mother of three little ones, I find that it's rather necessary for me to take a "time-out". Otherwise, I get cranky and impatient, neither of which I want to confess too. I'd rather admit to being Mary Poppins - practically perfect in every way. But I'd be telling a lie. I think I'm probably more like George Banks.

post script: You can tell someone has young children when their references are all old Disney films

Pound Puppy

So, we have decided we need another dog. A small dog. Moses is over 85 pounds, and while he is a very good dog, he's a little large for my three babies. They prefer a dog around the 10-20 pound mark. As with all good things, the first place I like to look for a dog is in the "used" section - this includes SPCA, Craig's list, and the internet. Second hand animals are not only the cheapest, but well, the best (that's where we got Mo).


I like the idea of not raising a puppy. Puppies are adorable. They are also messy and time-consuming. So, as cute as they can be, I don't think it outweighs the other factors, like chewing on furniture, or clothes, or peeing in the house. So, I continue to search for our pound-puppy. However, to find the perfect one takes a lot of searching, patience, and time. I would really like a Corgi. However, I'm open to other options. I'm also pretty picky. This time around, the dog is going to be my choice. Mo is Justin's dog, this one will be the kids and mine. He has to love getting his ears pulled, his hair pulled, and being run over by a 85 pound, black streak of thunder (Mo). He also has to like living outside. Any suggestions?

10 Months Later

When I was younger, a journal was part of my basic equipment. I never went anywhere without one. I have an old cardboard box in my closet just full of the frustrations, ramblings, and heartfelt prayers of a young girl. Those little books helped keep me grounded.

Somewhere along the road of my 20's I have lost that precious keepsake, that haven of security for my mental and spiritual soul. I was hoping that this virtual journal could somehow take it's place, in a small way. Maybe even just a reminder of my babies amazing jump toward adulthood.

Anyways, here I am, 10 months later, willing to give it another shot! If anything I would just like to member, someday, when Audrey learned to crawl (on Monday), when she learned to pull herself up, (on Teusday), that Noelle had heart surgery on Monday, and that Ezra learned his ABC's song this week too.

These little things are just to precious not to record.