Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Much Needed Distraction
This is the girl who didn't notice the gal,
took her a while to realize she wasn't just talking to the gal on the phone,
but that gal was standing just feet from the girl.
took her a while to realize she wasn't just talking to the gal on the phone,
but that gal was standing just feet from the girl.
This is girl who loves the gal and the gal who loves the girl.
A friendship over 20 years on the making.
This is the girl and this is the gal, who couldn't believe what a weekend it would be.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Kaitlyn's Way
Thank you for your prayers.
We are in limbo-
...waiting to hear back from our current attorney- she was supposed to contact us last Friday, following our meeting with her on Monday. Here we sit still waiting.
...waiting to hear about the legalities from Tx concerning the request to revoke the termination of parental rights.
...waiting...
Eric describes it as, "feeling like you have to throw up, everyday."
...waiting...
Psalm 40:1-3
I waited patiently for the LORD;
He inclined to me and heard my cry.
He drew me up from the pit of destruction,
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
...waiting...
... and remembering that life does not stand still.
We are in limbo-
...waiting to hear back from our current attorney- she was supposed to contact us last Friday, following our meeting with her on Monday. Here we sit still waiting.
...waiting to hear about the legalities from Tx concerning the request to revoke the termination of parental rights.
...waiting...
Eric describes it as, "feeling like you have to throw up, everyday."
...waiting...
Psalm 40:1-3
I waited patiently for the LORD;
He inclined to me and heard my cry.
He drew me up from the pit of destruction,
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
...waiting...
... and remembering that life does not stand still.
Late Night Reflections
So tonight no pictures just thoughts...
Here I sit, as my husband and children are all tucked into bed, reflecting on my weekend, thinking about the week ahead.
We had a wonderfully simple evening out this weekend with some great friends, Derrick and Jennifer. It was fun to get all "girly" and feel the butterflies as I got ready for our date. Eric and I really ENJOYED one another. It made me think about what life will be like as the years go on and the kids outgrow our home. I am honestly looking forward to growing old with my best friend.
My Tx Mom is coming in next week and the list of "want to get done" is endless it seems. An extra pair of hands during the day is quite a treat! But there is much to be done before her arrival: school work, house work, guest room work and everyday work.
Mostly, my thoughts are consumed with my Eric, who is exhausted and already snoring. :-)
Though he doesn't tell me everyday, he SHOWS me everyday how much he loves me and our family. Today he spent hours cutting, loading, unloading, chopping and bringing in wood.
Hours in the miserable cold and snow all out of love and unselfishness.
It's all too easy to fall into the world's trap of unrealistic expectations; especially with tomorrow being Valentine's Day.
Do I expect to wake up to trail of rose petals leading to the kitchen, where another 2 dozen will be set on the table, a small box with diamonds tucked inside and my husband at the stove cooking breakfast? HA!
Instead, I will be awaken by a screeching alarm, my husband will roll over and pass gas, then lovingly slide one arm under my head while slightly lifting the covers with his other arm to release the stench and ending with a very small perfectly formed version of the best/worst of myself asking for milk at my bedside.
BUT as I open my eyes, I will see our home and everything about it says 'I love you' from Eric; and everything about Eric, says 'I love you' from my Heavenly Father.
Here I sit, as my husband and children are all tucked into bed, reflecting on my weekend, thinking about the week ahead.
We had a wonderfully simple evening out this weekend with some great friends, Derrick and Jennifer. It was fun to get all "girly" and feel the butterflies as I got ready for our date. Eric and I really ENJOYED one another. It made me think about what life will be like as the years go on and the kids outgrow our home. I am honestly looking forward to growing old with my best friend.
My Tx Mom is coming in next week and the list of "want to get done" is endless it seems. An extra pair of hands during the day is quite a treat! But there is much to be done before her arrival: school work, house work, guest room work and everyday work.
Mostly, my thoughts are consumed with my Eric, who is exhausted and already snoring. :-)
Though he doesn't tell me everyday, he SHOWS me everyday how much he loves me and our family. Today he spent hours cutting, loading, unloading, chopping and bringing in wood.
Hours in the miserable cold and snow all out of love and unselfishness.
It's all too easy to fall into the world's trap of unrealistic expectations; especially with tomorrow being Valentine's Day.
Do I expect to wake up to trail of rose petals leading to the kitchen, where another 2 dozen will be set on the table, a small box with diamonds tucked inside and my husband at the stove cooking breakfast? HA!
Instead, I will be awaken by a screeching alarm, my husband will roll over and pass gas, then lovingly slide one arm under my head while slightly lifting the covers with his other arm to release the stench and ending with a very small perfectly formed version of the best/worst of myself asking for milk at my bedside.
BUT as I open my eyes, I will see our home and everything about it says 'I love you' from Eric; and everything about Eric, says 'I love you' from my Heavenly Father.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Super Bowl Super Spread
So this year we celebrated our actual anniversary at home.
The girls and I had been under the weather and this was the first day I was feeling more like myself.
Eric cooked for me and we donned out Colts jerseys to cheer on the home team.
BBQ Ribs with homemade bbq sauce
Hot Chicken Legs with ranch dip
Homemade Pico de Gallo
Homemade Guacamole
and Strawberry Limeades.
YUM!
The girls and I had been under the weather and this was the first day I was feeling more like myself.
Eric cooked for me and we donned out Colts jerseys to cheer on the home team.
BBQ Ribs with homemade bbq sauce
Hot Chicken Legs with ranch dip
Homemade Pico de Gallo
Homemade Guacamole
and Strawberry Limeades.
YUM!
Twelve Years
Twelve years ago today, the Lord perfectly began our marriage on a warm Texas February day.
Twelve years....
Some memories say 'how long ago'.
Our First Date July 1998
Twelve Years...
Some memories seem like only yesterday.
One of our engagement pictures December 1998
Twelve years, four kids, one dog...
seems just right to me.
Twelve years....
Some memories say 'how long ago'.
Our First Date July 1998
Twelve Years...
Some memories seem like only yesterday.
One of our engagement pictures December 1998
Twelve years, four kids, one dog...
seems just right to me.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Kaitlyn's Way
Our meeting with our Indiana attorney was disappointing to say the least.
We are praying,
and Eric is trying to decide if we should continue with her or hire a new attorney.
This is a very heavy burden.
If we decide to hire a new attorney,
we lose the money already invested in this attorney;
we also must then attain another attorney, thus paying out another large sum.
Please pray for wisdom.
We are praying,
and Eric is trying to decide if we should continue with her or hire a new attorney.
This is a very heavy burden.
If we decide to hire a new attorney,
we lose the money already invested in this attorney;
we also must then attain another attorney, thus paying out another large sum.
Please pray for wisdom.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Moments
"Love the moment.
Flowers grow out of dark moments.
Therefore, each moment is vital. It affects the whole.
Life is a succession of such moments and to live each, is to succeed."
Flowers grow out of dark moments.
Therefore, each moment is vital. It affects the whole.
Life is a succession of such moments and to live each, is to succeed."
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