I don't get this new blog thing. "Baxterville" was supposed to be my title. I believe it is the name of my blog now? Ha! Whatever. Well, IF the title were to be "Baxterville" then I would have went on to say that four years ago today I married my husband, and that on the day we met in 2008 (which isn't the same date as our wedding BTW), a group date where him and I had never seen or heard of each other before, he told me he grew up in Baxterville pretty much right off the bat. I faked an impressed smile although I could tell he knew his words weren't exactly heart winning at that moment. You see he had spent most of that day roofing a house and was sunburned from the top of his head to his lower back. I'm assuming he was dehydrated and tired. How could I expect him to be on top of his game under those circumstances. I had to work a bar shift at a pizza shop that night and wasn't at all looking forward to it. My dear sweet daughter (3 years old at the time) was spending the night with my aunt while I took this horrible shift. Long story short, we never exchanged numbers that night, just said our goodbyes and went along with our lives. Eventually....we spoke again and again and again. One year and three months later, we married.
All I can say is, thank you Lord for knowing me so well. Thank you for blessing me with the type of husband you knew I needed. And thank you for hearing me when I cried out to you for someone who would take care of me and her.
On another note. I'm tired. So very tired. The beginning of pregnancy always stirs my anxiety. I begin thinking of how sick I will be and a wave of fear washes over me. Fear. I pray and remember it's only for a time and the Lord will walk me through it. As of right now I do not feel sick. At least not completely sick. I feel weak and frequent rests are helpful. To be honest, I don't feel like doing much of anything at this point. I don't want to pick up the house, or wash clothes or do dishes or make beds or hang little dresses or vacuum carpets or mop floors or run errands or switch out trash bags....sigh* But somehow in the midst of not wanting to, I do. The house isn't as neat and orderly as I'd like it to be, but I am learning that that is okay. I am also learning that wearing fleece sweats just about every day is okay too.
Extra little things:
1. I am teaching 3rd grade and pre-k this year. The girls are ready and willing each and every day. I mean, beds made, clothes on and hair combed all before breakfast. Then breakfast dishes cleared, teeth brushed and books out. What??!!?? I really didn't expect such eagerness. I feel the Lord blessing me with open hearted children and a new relaxed attitude toward school for me. The best part? We're learning. They're learning! A lot!
2. Natalie is walking more than she crawls. And climbing. And mess making. She still melts my heart though. I can't get enough of her blue eyes meeting mine each morning. As tired as I am at 5:45 in the morning when I see her looking at me over the crib railing I think to myself...*well, I can definitely do THIS part of the day.* She's sweet. She kisses me on the cheek and hugs me around my neck. She tries to get my attention by saying over and over and over, "ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma." It's a little voice though. A gentle loving voice. If one of the girls yells, "Who wants purple?!?" or "Who wants to go first?!?" Natalie chimes in and says, "ME!" Even though we all know she probably doesn't have a clue what she is asking for. But then again, maybe she does!
3. My husband. He's so stinkin' cool. He planned to run a marathon this year. He started training early this summer and stuck to it for a few months. Then he realized with his work schedule it was going to be nearly impossible to fit in those long runs that take a couple hours. He knew he'd be running in the dark and I'd be putting sweet babes to bed without him. He's NOT okay with that by the way. Bedtime is an awesome time around this house. We've got a great family devotional we've been flying through and some wonderful read aloud's. Not to mention occasional puppet shows, dance-offs, stand up comics, glow stick productions and Boom Whacker concerts. I don't blame him for wanting to be a part of it! Anyway, back to my cool husband. It's really become evident lately how blessed I am to be the helper to this guy. A helper is usually treated second to the "boss" or person who requires help. Andy puts me first even though I AM still his helper. It's like being the helper to someone who thinks your help is more than just sweet or pretty nice. He accepts my help with a heart that says, "I couldn't have done this without you!" He's a true man of God and stands as an example of an incredible husband.
And that's it. That's what is happening here, as if you were wondering. Ha!
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