A Babe

Throughout the 21 years that I've been on this planet, I have had many dreams.... Whether they were big, small, whimsical, impossible or simple. I've always had a dreamer's heart.

Some of these dreams came true, and I met some of my goals. I was Pocahontas in my backyard, or Ariel on the big rock out front. I set up a museum in my playhouse for all the plants and 'artifacts' I would find on our property. I video taped my own cooking shows and sang with my karaoke machine like I was on a real stage. I had my first kiss, got my drivers license, my first job, fell in love, and earned an Associates Degree. I married my absolute best friend.

Some of my dreams came true, when others faded away.

But, as long as I can remember, one single dream has been a constant in my heart. It has filled my head more than any other dream. I ached and longed for it.

I prayed, begging God "Pease, one day, please..."

I have always dreamed, ached, prayed to be a Mama.

Throughout Middle School, High School and College, the question "What do you want to do?" was always answered very easily... "I just really want to be a stay at home mommy".

That's my dream. It is one of the true desires of my heart.

On Monday, July 16th, Matthias and I sat on our bathroom floor... Anxiously enduring 3 entire minutes of waiting on the results of an at-home pregnancy test. I knew already, in my heart, that there was a baby. But seeing my husband's face when he looked down at that plus sign is one of my favorite moments of my life.
Not being able to breathe has never been so sweet.

 "For I have prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him. So now I give it to the Lord. For his whole life, he will be given over to the Lord ." And she worshiped the Lord there.
1 Samuel 1:27-28

So, little baby, here I am...your Mama.
I've loved you for forever. I have been waiting for you, but it feels like you've

always been here. You have always been mine, and I cannot wait to kiss the sweet skin that

I've been dreaming of for so long. Oh, sweet baby.

 

Thanks be to our great God, and my sweet husband...
For they are making my dream come true.

To my best friend

Oh Sweet Leneigh,

It's been two years. Two whole years of being best friends. And I could never tell you enough how great of a blessing you are to me. Like no other friend I've had... You are incredible.

And tomorrow morning, you leave. Big plans, big hopes and big fears for the next year.

But more than all that, a big God.

Being able to witness your growth of love, trust and understanding in Him has been one of my greatest joys. You are fearless, my love. You are unstoppable. You are running after Him like I've never seen anyone run. It amazes me. You are powerful.

I am going to miss you every second while you're gone. I honestly can't believe that I'm not going to see you for something like 286 days... But every second that I'm missing you, I know that it is a second that you are using well. A second that you are bringing the Lord glory and furthering His sweet kingdom. And in all of my selfishness, every second that you're gone means one second closer to you coming home. Home to your family, home to Anthony, home to me.

And while we're here, let me please tell you how amazing you and that boy are. Simply wonderful. You two are Thias and my very best and sweetest friends. The best in all the land. You don't know how much we appreciate you. And Anthony... oh Neighners, he loves you so very much. I can't wait for you two to be together again and start your amazing life!

(.....hopefully here, with us.)

I don't want to write too much, because I don't think much needs to be said... You know it all.

Tell Thailand hello from me.

I love you, best friend. More than I love S'Mores.

An Anniversary

Yesterday, August 5th, 2012, Matthias and I celebrated our very first married Anniversary.

I kept thinking all day long about exactly what I was dong, a year ago, at exactly that minute...

1:30 the night before.... finally finishing my vows and falling asleep.
7:30... waking up, eating breakfast, showering, packing the car.
10:00... realizing there weren't enough checks in the checkbook to be able to pay everyone that day... calling my dad and asking him to take cash out of two different banks on the way to the camp.
10:30... getting there, setting up, being able to breathe for a minute because friends were helping.
3:30... getting ready, worrying about Matthias, writing him a note, curling my hair.
6:15... Getting into the van to ride up to the chapel, absolutely scared out of my mind.
6:30... Crying with and hugging my Daddy, ready to walk.
7:00... Married. Finally married.

Happy, crazy day.

We spent the day yesterday doing a whole lot of nothing. Sleeping in, making French Toast, watching Harry Potter, doing silly dance moves, going to Kroger, eating wedding cake that has sat in a freezer for an entire year, falling asleep early.... you know, the usual married stuff.

But yesterday, it was different. I felt some sort of victory all day long... that we have done it. We've gotten through our first year of marriage with more good than bad. We love each other more now than we ever have. Victory, I'd say.

God is so good.

Happy Anniversary, my love.
You are so special to me, and you make my life a little sweeter each day.
I love you.

Weekend with Michigan Best Friends

What do you do when your best friends are in town?
Well of coarse, you stay up into the wee hours of the night... To crazy, unheard of and ungodly times in the morning.... Just so that you're able to spend as much sweet precious time as possible with them.

 

You go to Goodwill and find great deals, drive around with nowhere to go, spend 2 hours debating what to do that day.... only to wind up at a Chinese Buffet. You skip church and explore the Antique Mall, grill out, sit around listening to boys with guitars...

You hold those moments closer, hug your friends longer,

laugh a little harder, and cry a little longer when they drive away.

Gosh, having friends is good.
Really good.
I've missed the feeling of a best friend around me.

So very thankful for Leneigh, Kayce and Anthony for coming down and spending time with us.

This is what a house looks like after 6 weeks of complete crazyness.

I will slowly update and write posts about the past month and a half... So very much to say.

But for now I will hide away in my bedroom, read Harry Potter, take another nap or two and totally ignore the catastrophe and never-ending cleaning and laundry that awaits me.