Saturday, February 21, 2009

A Few Extremely Discombobulated Thoughts

The first reason I wanted to blog a little today was because a friend's blog jogged my memory of a particular Saturday or Sunday afternoon when my husband and I went grocery shopping. We were expecting our first baby and were trying to be frugal and always eat at home because, while we didn't have a clue about being parents, we knew that that baby would be extrememly expensive once he/she arrived! Anyway, there was a Long John Silver's restaurant in the same shopping center as the grocery store, and for whatever reason, we both thought that our lives could just not continue as normal without some of that super greasy "fish" and those freakishly crunchy crispies.

So....we decided to splurge. We went in and ordered and sat down in a booth to enjoy our one plate of food and one soft drink! Here's to splurging!!

Soon after arriving home today from church, Jonathan received a text message that is proof prayer works!! Not even a lot of prayer.....just a little prayer. I just wanted to share that.

Sitting down at the computer to enter my aforementioned thoughts, an old roommate of mine sent me a message via the Chat feature on Facebook. She lives on the other side of the world now and was heading off to bed, but the few moments we were able to reminisce reminded me how it felt to be young.

Well that's all for now....crying baby in the background and a 7-year-old anxiously waiting to give mommy a makeover.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Desperations of a Housewife is silent.

Today was one of those days that made me wonder how I came to be here. Among other things, my two-year-old decided the plants needed some baby lotion. He got away with this because I selfishly stole away to the bath while he was napping. His big blue eyes and nonsensical yet serious gibberish as he proudly tells of his recent doings would soften the blow for most observers, but my love affair with cute ended a while back. (Was it the day he ate the Comet or the time he stripped himself of his dirty diaper that did it?)

So now there are blobs of pink on the leaves and in the potting soil. To clean or not to clean? THAT, Mr. Shakespeare, is ALWAYS the question. Does baby lotion eventually soak in or perhaps evaporate? Would this qualify as a Science Fair project?

The highlight of the day was to be the Bible study that I have missed for the passed two Wednesdays because I gave away my time to high school students who neither noticed nor cared. Amidst tormented screams, cries of injustice, and wails of a much-too-short naptime, we managed to pile into the car. It wouldn't start. Not the usual-won't-start-unless-you-get-the-battery-jumpstart-thing-out-of-the-trunk-and-pop-the-hood won't start, but a new-almost-gonna-wait-here-it-is-nope-not-gonna-do-it kind of won't start. Really?!

I think I'll go to bed.

Monday, February 2, 2009

A Tribute to The Faithful

Last weekend, I had the honor of photographing a celebration and renewal of marriage vows between a husband and wife of 50 years. They are the parents of one of my dearest friends. I love this family because, in all the time I've known them, they've never said a disagreeable word to each other. And with 6 daughters (and one son), you would think there would be plenty to be disagreeable about. The sisters have a kind of bond that I thought only existed in the movies. The passion they have for each other is transcended only by the respect and admiration they show their parents -- most especially their mother.

This is not to say they have had perfectly easy lives void of difficult decisions and world-changing events. I believe they have had plenty of both. But through it all, they continue to love and accept.

I think this, more than any ceremony or ritual, is the highest tribute to their mother -- a lady who promised her love and devotion five decades ago, and continues to honor her promise even in the winter.

Thank you with all my heart for allowing me a glimpse, and, Lord, help me never forget the finish-line.