Coffee Date Anyone?

I honestly didn't mean to be away for a month. I did give myself one week off because I wasn't feeling good but my cold didn't actually go away for 3 weeks. Aagh! But I am feeling much much better now.

So sit down and let me pour you a cup of coffee.

 I would tell you that Little Man started 5th Grade this year. He was so happy to bring Little Miss and show her where he was going to school. My heart is just overwhelmed by his unconditional love for her. He is an amazing big brother.

I would tell you that this little chipmunk has been driving my husband crazy. He likes to steal the almost ripe roma tomatoes. To be honest, it makes me giggle thinking about how crazy mad my husband gets.

I would tell you that God is good. Even on days when I want him to change things in our lives. When money is tight, I beg Him to help me get a substitute teaching job or open doors for my husband to work for a better company that makes more money. When Little Miss won't sleep, I beg Him to give me patience and to encourage Little Miss to become a better sleeper. When Little Man gives me grief about reading or doing his homework, I beg Him to change my tone of voice so it doesn't sound like I am yelling and for Little Man to become a boy who loves reading. When my husband hurts my feelings or misunderstands me, I beg Him to change my husband and give him the words that I need to hear. And then at the end of that really really long day, I look at the sky and see this. God is good.

I would show you the teepee I made for Little Miss's birthday. It took me two days and $12. I followed the diy instructions from this blog. It was super easy. Granted my seams are not exact and the stiches are a little wonky but Little Miss loves it and so do I.

 I would tell you that I take funny pictures of Little Miss all the time because she just melts my heart. She is funny and makes me laugh. I hope she wouldn't be shy when you came over so you could really see her personality.

 I would tell you that Little Miss turned 1 years old. This has been an amazing year. I love being the mom to my two beautiful babies. Her day was filled with balloons {LOVED}, crowns {HATED}, and cupcakes {LOVED}. Two out of three isn't bad.

 I would tell you that having soccer practice every single evening is really exhausting for both Little Man and I. He is an amazing soccer player and loves the game but he is getting a little tired. I may let him skip a day next week.

I would tell you that Little Miss is a scaredy cat. I did finally get her to sit by the fountain but it didn't last long. Also, if she sees you taking her picture she runs at you. In turn that provides not great pictures of the top of her head.

 I would tell you that sometimes we misplace one of her shoes. She doesn't seem to mind. {We did find the shoe later in the car.}

I would tell you that laundry is my least favorite chore in the house. When Little Miss "helps" I can't stop laughing and it takes even longer to get done.

If you came over, Little Miss would want to color. She just discovered coloring and now loves it. She doesn't always stay on the paper.

I would tell you that I am a happy Momma and I would change anything for the world.

Thoughts on Having A Daughter & Beauty {On My Heart}

I thought having a daughter would be just like having a son.

But to be honest, it isn't the same at all.

I worry about this little girl more than I worried about Little Man.

I worry that a boy is going to break her heart or call her ugly.

I worry that she is going to do silly things to impress a boy.

I worry that she will pretend she isn't smart and just be cute.

Girls do that!

I remember being in 6th grade and a boy called me ugly. He sat next to me in Language Arts class. He just leaned over and whispered it to me. I was crushed.

I remember pretending that I didn't know the answer to a question.

I remember saying "like" a lot!

So when Little Miss was born I made a promise to her in the middle of the night that I would tell her that she is beautiful every day.

I hope that my words will carry her through when that mean boy says not nice words.

I hope that when she is 12, 13, 14, & 15 my words will be in her head to remind her how beautiful she is even when she is feeling insecure.

She is beautiful and every day I will continue to remind her.

Finding Community {On My Heart}

The tears in my eyes have been on the verge of spilling over all day.

I don't know why but today I feel weepy.

It didn't start out that way. In fact, it started out just like every other day {in a groundhog day like fashion}.

The kids were emotional. Little Miss shortened her nap by an hour. All I got done was folding the laundry but they never made their way into the drawers. {I did in fact make my bed which should qualify me for a gold star because that never seems to happen.} I got dinner on the table but the bathrooms were never cleaned. The "stuff" on the stairs seems to be multiplying but they are not making their way to their "proper" homes. I did unload and then reload the dishwasher. {Bonus points}. While the boys worked on their Summer Bridge Workbooks they began to cry because it was hard and that I don't know what it is like. Every time I put a toy away Little Miss promptly pulled it back out as if I was the one making the messes.

Then ... I sat down to watch the Bread & Wine book club videos on the (in)courage website. {Boy do I love me some Angie & Jessica ... and now Shauna too}.

Have you heard of the book Bread & Wine by Shauna Niequist?  If you haven't check it out. It isn't what it seems. It is a love letter to her friends and family. It is her life around the kitchen table. It includes recipes!

I read the book cover to cover in such a short period of time and devoured (pun intended) every word.  I fell in love with Shauna's world; her friends, family, and vacations. The things in life didn't matter nearly as much as the people who were in her life did. She met her friends where they were and in turn they did the same for her. The doors to her home were open for everyone to come through, walk inside, share their hearts, and leave with their souls and stomachs completely satisfied.

She is surrounded by this amazing community who supported one another through everything; loss of pregnancy, divorce, new babies, new marriages, celebrated dedications, humbled themselves through seasons of jealousy, and experienced each new blessing with one another. No one was left out. Every one had a place around the table.

I watched each new video on the (in)courage blog with the fascination that Shauna's love spilled into her food and warmed her house for everyone to enjoy.

The tears that had been threatening to spill past my eyelashes were slowly making their way down my cheeks as I began longing for this type of community.

To be honest, I don't have that. For years, I thought I did have that type of community surrounding me. Little Man and I would go to each one of my friends houses to celebrate graduating college, new jobs and new boyfriends. He was so young then. I was still pretty naive. We didn't talk about faith or share with one another the darkest parts of our soul. We just lived in the moment with one another.

While I was celebrating my engagement, my community was talking behind my back. They knew I was pregnant with Little Miss and they all thought I was only getting married due to that fact. They didn't celebrate my engagement with me. I had my bridal shower and bachellorette party and they didn't come. They had more important things to do and because I was planning everything so quickly they couldn't attend. They didn't ask about my dress or about the details of the reception. They kept their distance. They came to the wedding and hung around one another. {I always used to feel apart of that group and now I just felt distance.}

Shortly after the wedding I had a baby shower. It was a time to celebrate a new little girl that was coming into my family. {There hadn't been one for 30 years.} My "friends" came but instead of celebrating me they wanted to talk about how one of them was pregnant too. I celebrated my friend and looked forward to coming to her baby shower soon.

After that day, my community all but disappeared. A lot happened in the last few months of my pregnancy, devastating things happened. I had no community to turn to. I just had me. I walked around my neighborhood trying to get a sense of balance in my life. My world seemed to be spinning completely out of control and I had no one to tell me things were going to be okay. My husband's grandmother passed away. I found out incomprehensible news resulting from her death. My grandfather then passed away a few weeks later. It felt like I was in a plane all alone and it was spinning towards earth. I was dizzy and sick of the circumstances. I needed my community but they weren't around.

I still get calls every once in awhile but I am just not in it anymore.

My "community" wasn't based on faith or love but instead on tearing down whoever was on the "outs" that week. I know that isn't what I need in my life but the rawness of how alone I am stings me every day.

I want a community of women who love one another. That will pray along one another. Hear the hurts from one anothers lives and love them more. Find out who each person is and love them anyway. I want their husbands to walk along side my husband. I want the husbands to encourage one another to be better husbands and fathers. I want the women to encourage each other to be better mothers and wives. I want to gather around a table. I want to feel that a place has been saved just for me. I want to be celebrated when I have something to celebrate. I want to be prayed for when the world just seems to  be too much to handle. I want to drop of meals and coffee to women who didn't expect it. I want my community to love the fact that I am becoming a little bit crunchy {making my own laundry detergent, buying produce from a farmers market, using homemade cleansers}.


So here I am, maybe you might be here too, in this place where lonely is the only word to describe it. I am going to stretch myself to find women like me. Women who pray. Women who go to church. Women who long to be a part of something special. Women who will meet me just where I am. Women who can sit around the table and love one another, making it a point to show who they really are.