The other day I briefly mentioned how my dear friend and unborn baby boy, Stellan, were in desperate need of prayer. Please, please, PLEASE, read her story here (you will fall in love with the baby, my friend and her blog!) and say a prayer (or a dozen) for them! Despite how scary this is for her, my friend is clinging to the Lord and believing for a miracle!
"With Him, ALL things are possible..."
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
lucky duckies in the pool
We're so lucky...
On night's like tonight, when it's so blasted hot and humid you can hardly move around your air-conditioned home without breaking a sweat, we have neighbor's two doors down with an inground pool. They have generously opened up their pool to us like it's our own and have given us permission to use it to our hearts desire.
And use it we do:
We splish...
...and we splash...
...and we soak so long in the beautifully refreshing water...
...that our tootsies turn into prunes!
On night's like tonight, when it's so blasted hot and humid you can hardly move around your air-conditioned home without breaking a sweat, we have neighbor's two doors down with an inground pool. They have generously opened up their pool to us like it's our own and have given us permission to use it to our hearts desire.
And use it we do:
We splish...
...and we splash...
...and we soak so long in the beautifully refreshing water...
...that our tootsies turn into prunes!yummo!
Mommy made me a yummy lunch today - black beans and avocados - and I had so much fun eating it! Mommy really enjoyed watching me eat all by myself, she didn't even care that I made such a mess! I kept wondering when she was going to put a bib on me, but she never did. She's the one who has the clean up my messes anyway, so why should I care? I purposely rubbed the food up and down my arms so Mommy would give me a bath. I was giggling and splashing water all over her as she worked really hard to clean the beans and avocado that I smooshed inside my ears. I hope Mommy gives me something really messy for dinner tonight --- We'll have fun all over again!
Monday, July 28, 2008
leatherheads
In celebration of our seven years of marriage, my husband and I went out TWO NIGHTS IN A ROW! That in itself is a miracle, because we haven't been on a date by ourselves since our last year anniversary! Pathetic, I know, and probably not the key to a healthy and successful marriage. No worries, though, as we've vowed to make a point to get out more often before our next anniversary.
We spent Saturday night on our own. We left our girls in good hands and enjoyed a night out eating dinner at a hole-in-the-wall Greek restaurant and going to watch The Dark Knight at the new IMAX Theater in town. What started out as a semi-romantic evening over hummus and gyros ended in an intense two and a half hours of nail biting and knots churning in my stomach. It was a fun night and very reminiscent of how we used to spend our time B.C. (before children).
Last night was sort of a spur of the moment thing, with my husband's mom coming into town last minute and offering to watch our girls. We jumped at the opportunity and planned a night out with our good friends, Eric and Amy. As it turns out, my husband's dad just happened to make a surprise visit on his motorcycle moments before we were supposed to leave. Minutes later, Eric and Amy pulled up in front of our house driving Eric's dad's motorcycle...
Are you seeing where this is going?!?!
We threw on our leathers and took advantage of having TWO really big, really loud and really comfortable motorcycles and had SO much fun cruising around the city. We drove to a local pizza place (another hole-in-the-wall, but I determined these kind of places truly make the most authentic, best tasting food), stuffed ourselves silly, and decided to work off some of the calories by taking a lovely stroll around a lake. Yet again, another FUN night out!
Dinner at Fat Lorenzo's. Their pizza's the best and they have a really nice waiter that let us store our helmets and leather gear in the office so we could enjoy our walk after dinner.
Our friends, Eric & Amy, taking a little rest from our walk around the lake to display some PDA. They're good at that!
We decided to join in on the PDA action. For those of you who know us, you'd know that my husband towers over me by a good foot. This picture gives the impression that I'm hanging from his back, when in reality I was standing on a bench:
We spent Saturday night on our own. We left our girls in good hands and enjoyed a night out eating dinner at a hole-in-the-wall Greek restaurant and going to watch The Dark Knight at the new IMAX Theater in town. What started out as a semi-romantic evening over hummus and gyros ended in an intense two and a half hours of nail biting and knots churning in my stomach. It was a fun night and very reminiscent of how we used to spend our time B.C. (before children).
Last night was sort of a spur of the moment thing, with my husband's mom coming into town last minute and offering to watch our girls. We jumped at the opportunity and planned a night out with our good friends, Eric and Amy. As it turns out, my husband's dad just happened to make a surprise visit on his motorcycle moments before we were supposed to leave. Minutes later, Eric and Amy pulled up in front of our house driving Eric's dad's motorcycle...
Are you seeing where this is going?!?!
We threw on our leathers and took advantage of having TWO really big, really loud and really comfortable motorcycles and had SO much fun cruising around the city. We drove to a local pizza place (another hole-in-the-wall, but I determined these kind of places truly make the most authentic, best tasting food), stuffed ourselves silly, and decided to work off some of the calories by taking a lovely stroll around a lake. Yet again, another FUN night out!
We're feeling really cool right about now:
Dinner at Fat Lorenzo's. Their pizza's the best and they have a really nice waiter that let us store our helmets and leather gear in the office so we could enjoy our walk after dinner.
Our friends, Eric & Amy, taking a little rest from our walk around the lake to display some PDA. They're good at that!
We decided to join in on the PDA action. For those of you who know us, you'd know that my husband towers over me by a good foot. This picture gives the impression that I'm hanging from his back, when in reality I was standing on a bench:
Sunday, July 27, 2008
seven years
Seven years ago today, I awoke at 6:00am sharp with knots in my stomach. I had a restless night, drifting in and out of sleep, and altogether slept about 3 hours. I opened my eyes that morning knowing that by this time the next day, I would be a different woman. Or at least my name would be different and thus would change the course of my future. I was getting married.
Happy 7th Anniversary! I love you! Here's to 70 more years together...
Happy 7th Anniversary! I love you! Here's to 70 more years together...Saturday, July 26, 2008
2 Timothy 4:7
"I have fought the good fight. I have completed the race. I have kept the faith."
This particular verse kept coming to my mind this morning as I awoke, bright and early, donned my running gear, and went out to run my first 10k of the summer. But this verse, for as much as it pertained to my run this morning, was more on my mind for a dear friend who is in the middle of a major life crisis, her own race of sorts. Through it all, I have been blown away and so encouraged by her faith and her ability to lean on God and know that He is faithful to his word. As I ran this morning, she never left my thoughts or my prayers. Her struggles revolve around her unborn baby, and as a mother myself, I can't begin to imagine how scary this is for her. Please read her story here and keep her and her beautiful baby in your prayers.
My prayers for her must've done something for me, because today I ran the best race of my life! But I guess that's not hard to do, considering it's the third race I've ever participated in, but still, I finished my 10k race in a much better time than I was expecting: 51:53 to be exact.
I always assumed that I ran 9:40 minute miles, based on where I set my speed on my treadmill, but it's hard to gauge my speed when I'm running outside. I'm no mathematician, but the gentlemen at the 1-mile marker who was tracking our time kindly told me yelled out that I had finished my first mile in 8:14. I was flabbergasted! I was a bit winded compared to my normal runs, but I still felt great, so I was determined to keep this pace as long as my 5'2" frame allowed! At the 5-mile marker, the sweet, and totally ripped, lady on the bicycle gave me the same numbers. My legs were aching, but with 1.25 miles to go, I wasn't about to give up.
I was running alone, with no one cheering me on (I'm not having a pity party, just stating the facts), so by the last 1 mile stretch I was sorta wishing I had a partner to motivate me. Lo and behold, my wish was granted. This girl, who I'd been pacing for a while, was also running alone, and we sorta just "bonded" in our last mile. We only said about 20 words to each other, because frankly, it's hard to speak in full sentences after running for so long, but we really kept each other going. It was in the last 100 yards or so that she really pushed me, saying "C'mon! We can DO this!" and we both picked it up several notches and crossed the finish line together. I never did catch her name...only her number: 142. Thank you, 142, for your support and encouragement!
I fought the good fight. I ran the good race. And I kept the faith.
My biggest fans were waiting for me (half naked or in mismatched jammies) when I pulled in the driveway this morning:
This particular verse kept coming to my mind this morning as I awoke, bright and early, donned my running gear, and went out to run my first 10k of the summer. But this verse, for as much as it pertained to my run this morning, was more on my mind for a dear friend who is in the middle of a major life crisis, her own race of sorts. Through it all, I have been blown away and so encouraged by her faith and her ability to lean on God and know that He is faithful to his word. As I ran this morning, she never left my thoughts or my prayers. Her struggles revolve around her unborn baby, and as a mother myself, I can't begin to imagine how scary this is for her. Please read her story here and keep her and her beautiful baby in your prayers.
My prayers for her must've done something for me, because today I ran the best race of my life! But I guess that's not hard to do, considering it's the third race I've ever participated in, but still, I finished my 10k race in a much better time than I was expecting: 51:53 to be exact.
I always assumed that I ran 9:40 minute miles, based on where I set my speed on my treadmill, but it's hard to gauge my speed when I'm running outside. I'm no mathematician, but the gentlemen at the 1-mile marker who was tracking our time kindly
I was running alone, with no one cheering me on (I'm not having a pity party, just stating the facts), so by the last 1 mile stretch I was sorta wishing I had a partner to motivate me. Lo and behold, my wish was granted. This girl, who I'd been pacing for a while, was also running alone, and we sorta just "bonded" in our last mile. We only said about 20 words to each other, because frankly, it's hard to speak in full sentences after running for so long, but we really kept each other going. It was in the last 100 yards or so that she really pushed me, saying "C'mon! We can DO this!" and we both picked it up several notches and crossed the finish line together. I never did catch her name...only her number: 142. Thank you, 142, for your support and encouragement!
I fought the good fight. I ran the good race. And I kept the faith.
My biggest fans were waiting for me (half naked or in mismatched jammies) when I pulled in the driveway this morning:
Friday, July 25, 2008
is someone feeling outnumbered?
Micah's looking a little freaked-out...
Don't worry, buddy. Someday you'll appreciate this!
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