Here’s to compassion.
Here’s to taking the time to listen.
Here’s to taking the time to feel.
An interesting side effect of Tim’s never-ending job search these past few years has been our one-night-stand-like relationships with so many little towns and cities as he’s submitted applications all over the country. We peek into housing markets, voting histories, recreational activities and anything else that might give us a sense of the atmosphere in our would-be community.
Tim is a classic dreamer. He gets a kick out of the idea of a place and can go for hours looking through all the fun things we could do with Liv or searching for the perfect home, without getting emotionally invested. But I am much more pragmatic. I start to bank on the dream, and when it doesn’t pan out, I feel beat down. It is increasingly clear to me why I never, ever enjoyed dating. Rejection is hard, and I didn’t enjoy being the rejecter or the rejectee.
Life with Liv has been so much fun these days. Her personality is really blossoming, and every morning, we can’t wait to see what new thing she’s going to have accomplished. She is hilarious. She has her daddy’s sense of humor and her mama’s love for a good meal.
Here she is modeling her homeopathic cradle cap remedy (organic coconut oil):
We’ve tried every trick in the book to get her to sleep through the night, but I’m starting to wonder if she just misses our company, because she sleeps just fine once I cave and pull her into our bed. Does anyone have a suggestion we might have missed?
currently listening to: http://youtu.be/fqU6pK314T0
I haven’t been posting much the past year because I didn’t want to be a mommy blogger, but guys, I’ve been blogging for over 10 years, and I grew up and had a kid, so without trying, I became one.
I’m gonna start posting more frequently again, and she’s gonna come up. She’s gonna come up a lot. But, I promise, you won’t ever have to read about her BMs or what color her snot was that morning, unless it’s effing hilarious.
I’m still young and fun, guys! I promise!
Remember that time I met my childhood crush?
We’ve been waiting so long for this moment. We can’t wait to celebrate with all of our friends at the release show tomorrow night.
(Urban Lounge - Music starts @9pm)
The good news is that God doesn’t reduce us the way we reduce one another. God does not see dirty people and clean people, good people and bad people. God sees beloved people. And nothing can separate us from that. Nothing.
This kid interrupted our routine 5 months ago today, and with every day that passes, i am more and more surprised that my heart hasn’t burst.
She has wrecked me.
On the regular, I weep for the orphaned and the infirmed. I weep for the unloved and the misunderstood. My heart breaks for parents who have lost. It breaks for those who can’t see past their child’s disabilities or past who they love.
I pray that Liv will always know that I am for her.
I pray that I will always BE for her.
I pray that on the list of things that will inevitably break her heart, my name is nowhere to be found.
Mother’s Day 2013
Real life: It takes a bit of work to get this kid to sit still.
Tim woke me up with freshly baked cinnamon rolls and treated me to sushi after church. He loves me well.
The little lady is starting to assert her personality more and more. She is getting more fun, more demanding, more vocal, and sadly for me, she is making up for her lack of mommy time during the day by waking up more at night. This too shall pass, I suppose, and I can’t say that I don’t love the extra snuggles.