"Birds have wings; they're free; they can fly where they want when they want. They have the kind of mobility many people envy." -Roger Tory Peterson
He: Reaching mobility. Dragging/Crawling. Pulling up in crib; even on lowest setting. Sitting up unattended. Exploring. Bored with IMmobile exersaucer. Reaching, grabbing, flinging himself onto end tables. Seeing everything as SOMETHING he NEEDS.
Me: Searching internet for hearth bumpers. Comparing adhesive durability of corner guards. Getting down on all fours to see it as he sees it. Praying for one more day of not crawling so I can get it all done. Promising myself I will not be a constant "NO" mommy. Trying to let mobility happen. Cringing all the while. Taking video, taking pictures. Wondering if he'll survive. Wondering if house will survive. Thinking we should just bubblewrap it all; maybe him too.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Sunday, June 1, 2008
And Then There Were Three
"and the two shall become one flesh..." Mark 10:8
On the eve of our seventh wedding anniversary, I can't help but reflect a moment on all the ways Chris and I have grown together. To think it all started with music and ended up (so far) with a beautiful baby boy! I stand in awe of what the Lord can do when we move out of the way and allow His guiding hand to lead us into His will. He took a small-town girl with talking tennis shoes and curly red hair and put her in the path of an East Texas country boy with a passion for music, God, and being unique (when I met him, he wore blue-and-white striped overalls and had a fro, which would morph into cornrows and finally dreadlocks).
Chris and I are really as different as they come, at our core, but we share our faith, and that, I believe, is the key to a long, healthy marriage. We have seen friends come and go, but at the end of the day, we are each other's best friend. It is incredibly comforting to know that I will always have my best friend with me, to wake up to, to share our children with, and to grow in as many directions as God takes us. I am so grateful and unworthy to have such a fine husband, and Kameen is incredibly lucky to have such a great dad.
On the eve of our seventh wedding anniversary, I can't help but reflect a moment on all the ways Chris and I have grown together. To think it all started with music and ended up (so far) with a beautiful baby boy! I stand in awe of what the Lord can do when we move out of the way and allow His guiding hand to lead us into His will. He took a small-town girl with talking tennis shoes and curly red hair and put her in the path of an East Texas country boy with a passion for music, God, and being unique (when I met him, he wore blue-and-white striped overalls and had a fro, which would morph into cornrows and finally dreadlocks).
Chris and I are really as different as they come, at our core, but we share our faith, and that, I believe, is the key to a long, healthy marriage. We have seen friends come and go, but at the end of the day, we are each other's best friend. It is incredibly comforting to know that I will always have my best friend with me, to wake up to, to share our children with, and to grow in as many directions as God takes us. I am so grateful and unworthy to have such a fine husband, and Kameen is incredibly lucky to have such a great dad.
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