Thursday, April 22

a bunch of stuff

i haven't written on here in a while. both of my boys are napping and i got to sit outside in the sunshine for an hour before i decided to come in and finish folding some laundry. well, i'm not folding the laundry after all...

i'm reading "a million miles in a thousand years" by donald miller. have you read it? i read his other book,"blue like jazz" twice. i didn't think it was all that it was cracked up to be the first time. the second time i really loved it. i have been reading tidbits of "a million miles" before bed but just hadn't gotten that into. while i was outside i read the chapter, writing the world. miller talks about how, at a certain point in his life, he would have moments of realizing he was alive. i mean really realizing he was alive and what a gift it is. he says, "we get robbed of the glory of life because we aren't capable of remembering how we got here. when you are born, you are slowly waking to everything....god is slowly turning the lights on. the experience is so slow you could easily come to believe life isn't that big of a deal, that life isn't staggering. what i'm saying is i think life is staggering and we're just used to it. we are like spoiled children no longer impressed with the gifts we are given -- it's just another sunset, another rainstorm moving in over the mountain, just another child being born, just another funeral." he is so right. he said something else i loved on the next page. he envisions god saying "enjoy your place in my story. the beauty of it means you matter, and you can create within it even as i have created you."

i turned twenty four yesterday and brody turned two 2 days before that. i am so blessed. sometimes i feel so old and it seems like just yesterday i was sneaking out of high school with my girlfriends to go grab breakfast at brueggers bagels (and then getting written up). what happened? i had a sweet birthday. my poor two year old was sick so we header to a doctor's appointment while my little foster man wasn't napping all that well...yet, it was still my favorite birthday yet. i've never been in the place i am today in life yet. so every year that birthday becomes my favorite one. i am twenty four. i have to keep telling myself that because i can never remember how old i am. i always tell people i am one of these ages: 22, 23, 24 or 25. but i'm hardly ever right.

i have been so appreciative of my husband lately. sometimes it hits me like a ton of bricks how good i have it. he's perfect, he really his is. he is the perfect husband and the perfect father. of course we all have faults but his imperfections are what make him perfect. perfect for me and perfectly created with me in mind. i wouldn't change a thing about him. i love him more than i can type about how perfect he is :)

i have a craigslist obsession as of lately. i mostly just scour over the site looking at things i want that have already sold. but i have scored two awesome deals on some outdoor toys for brody that i am so excited about. i will post pictures of them soon.

until next time...

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