Tuesday, December 22, 2009

To the plains we go

It is 10 minutes till 11pm, I have approximately 12 hrs before I need to be in the car and heading to the airport. I have packed so far: one pair of jeans and a plethora of underwear. So why exactly am I taking the time to blog? There is a great answer to that question and it reveals a little something about yours truly. See, like most moments in life I begin to work on something else and in the process of doing that something it reminds me of something else I need to do and I start doing the something else. In this case, it was printing the labels for the back of our Christmas cards that say, "Check out our blog!" This made me think, "I should really blog more often." And here I am!

We are heading to Kansas tomorrow and we are very excited. We're hoping our plane is able to land tomorrow night in Kansas City despite the incoming blizzard. Oh Kansas, please welcome us calmly. :)

Last Sunday Lee & I led the Children's Story at church. Speaking of plethora--there were TONS of people and TONS of children. Still, I drew to my mind the dozens of times I have seen my mother lead the children's story at church. We did pretty good, of course with no credit to ourselves. (Thanks Mom!)

I really should finish the Christmas cards and pack.
Until Kansas...

Monday, December 14, 2009

When, like 2 yr olds, we can do nothing but freeze or cry loudly. . .

Well, last night was the big Christmas Program at church. I teach 2-year-old Sunday School every other month so I had the honor of helping lead the kick-off of the big night. It was our turn and we hurried to scoot the kids up onto the steps. However, in their nervousness they became like little stick figures you had to lift up onto the steps. I kept thinking, "Can people see my underwear line?" and "Does my butt look huge when I bend over to pick up a small child?" and "Are people thinking about how weird I look up here trying to scoot these kids on to the stage--is there protocol for this?"
We got all the little ones up there but I sat closely on the bottom step while one held my hand and the other edged closer and closer to me slowly wrapping her arms and legs around me. Once again I felt absolutely ridiculous remaining on the steps, I couldn't help but think, "What if ppl think I'm trying to steal the attention away from 2 year olds!" But the panic in little Micah's and Lily's eyes was too much for me to slink away out of the light. So I remained and hoped the mic wouldn't pick up my voice singing.
Of the 8 we had on stage only 2 sang the duration of our 3 short songs.One sweet boy burst into loud sobs-directly into the microphone-as SOON as the first song began. It was priceless. Two others moved their lips occasionally and the four boys in the front stood hands in pockets or arms folded as they gazed out nervously to the large crowd. Nonetheless, everyone loved them! After our songs I worked to help them down the stairs. I looked up just in time to see another little girl walk confidently back towards the manger. She placed her hands on the wooden edge, stretched onto her toes, and sweetly kissed the baby Jesus.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

6 months in. . .

We were married on May 24 of this year. It was a great wedding with lots of good friends and loved family. I was a little sick, it rained during our outdoor ceremony, the butterflies rebelled and refused to fly, and many little details were forgotten, but this phased us not. The day remained absolutely wonderful and completely unharmed.
We honeymooned in St. Augustine, Florida where it released from the heavens a torrential down pour and I continued on with being sick each day. We both finally admitted it to one another that our little "honeymoon bliss" wasn't playing out exactly like we pictured it. So mid-honeymoon we made arrangements to switch hotels and head to Jacksonville where we actually laid on the beach, kayaked, swam, and had a wonderful time in the humid, but sunny Jacksonville!
The summer was a whirl wind while I worked 12+ hrs a day at a fruit packing shed. Never again! However, we learned valuable lessons from our stressful time. On one particular day I did not return home until 1:30am. As it was the middle of the night I was very tired and my new husband was already in bed fast asleep. He was kind enough to leave the hall light on for me. (Thanks babe). I looked at the piles I would need to avoid and then flipped off the light. Deciding my best route was crawling up from the bottom of the bed I started on my hands and knees. Thinking I was touching Lee with my left hand I quickly dropped my right shoulder and flopped over on to my side. The problem was I hadn't been touching Lee-I was nowhere near the middle of the bed. So in my quick and exhausted collapse I actually threw myself off the bed. The small space between bed and wall was just close enough to knock me back and forth at least once. I immediately began moaning. Lee woke up in complete confusion. I whimpered for his assistance and as he came over to me he looks at me in confusion and says, "I left the light on for you."
In his half awake state he would continue to repeat this statement for the next 10 minutes while I laid painfully in bed holding to my already bruising hip a "Nemo" ice pack. "Left the light on for you.." he mumbles as he drifts off. Obviously he wasn't putting it together that I would need to turn the light off in order to go to bed.
Needless to say, I was a little sore for the next few days and I have never again crawled onto the bed from the foot. True to our lives, we laughed about it later. . .