What we’re growing………
1. The cutest little english golden retriever puppy that you ever saw.
who now towers over Scooter (the 3yo maltese)
and who I repeatedly find standing on the patio furniture. He’s hilarious. And he’s growing…so fast.
3. Tomatoes, chives, and basil. Our little indoor seed garden has sprouted. Life pokes through from the dark cold dirt. We watch and are hopeful.
4. Magnolia trees and flying acrobats and daffodils. All of which, I simply adore.
5. Teenagers who like broccoli. And your teens would like broccoli too if you’d add a teeny bit of maple syrup as it finishes sauteing. Do it for the young ones. Real maple only please. Broccoli helps ’em grow, ya know.
6. Teeth. We’re growing teeth.
When wishes come true….
I’m joining Kristen’s Valentine’s Party…..’cause I really love to talk about this guy! This is also a repost….from October 22. Regular posting to resume when my children aren’t up all night sick and the intervals between my coughs are longer than 10 seconds!
If he were a rock star, he’d be Eddie Vedder.
If he were a drink, he’d be scotch.
If he were a animal, he’d be a lion.
If he were a state, he’d be Montana.
If he were a politician…..he’d never be a politician.
If he were a car, he’d be a Ford F150.
If he were a superhero, he’d be Spiderman.
If he were an apostle, he’d be Peter.
If he were a color, he’d be black.
If he were a football player, he’d be Brett Favre.
If he were an actor, he’d be Jack Bauer.
If he were a bird, he’d be an eagle.
If he were a tree, he’d be a oak.
He is the real deal. Authentic. Strong. Fierce. Tender. Rugged. Wise. Mysterious. Reflective. Hilarious. Cautious. A man with convictions. Unafraid to be himself. Unable to be false. Ready to learn. Quick to apologize. Taking the road less travelled. And okay with it. Faithful. To. The. End.
If he were a dessert, he’d be chocolate cake. With buttercream icing. Cause that’s my favorite.
He is like fresh cool water. He is like reading Mere Christianity for the 10th time and finding new insight and truth over and over again. His hands are pleasantly calloused and his body hard and strong.
His insight is keen and his intellect sharp.
He always smiles when he sees babies. And tears up easier than you’d think.
He is the first person I need to talk to when life isn’t fair. And the first person I think of when
joy is unspeakable.
And today is his birthday.
I hope you get everything on your “wishlist” Stevie.
Pearl Jam performing “Wishlist”
The faces of love….
This is a re-post from September 28. As love-day nears, he’s on my mind. And the little ones talked about Jesus clearing the temple this week in Sunday school. I went searching until I found this and thought you might like it too.
There are so many things to love about this guy. He’s rugged, funny, smart, loves football and fishing and good scotch, can name nearly every tree in nature, reads theology books, can water ski and snow ski like a pro, likes classical music and Pearl Jam, and occasionally loses his temper. He’s edgy like that sometimes…..in a masculine, Jesus-and-the-money-changers sort of a way. He has huge biceps and makes you feel like he’d crush anyone who tried to hurt you…….all the things that make a girl go weak in the knees.
Yesterday, he saw our children and there friends throwing small matchbox cars in the pool. It was right after the Vols got beat so he was already a little ‘frustrated’, let’s say. He yelled…… they cried……I was bewildered.
“Lord we confess that we are by nature sinful and unclean and have sinned against you in thought, word, and deed by what we have done and by what we have left undone. We have not loved you with our whole heart and we have not loved our neighbors as ourselves. We justly deserve your present and eternal punishment. For the sake of Your son Jesus Christ, have mercy on us. Forgive us, renew us, and lead us, so that we may delight in Your will and walk in Your ways……Almighty God in His mercy has given His son to die for you and for His sake forgives you all your sins.”
Now, that is comfort. We fail. We screw up. We lose our tempers, get angry…. and He stands there waiting…..to forgive. It is a powerful force in any relationship, but especially in families. To forgive and be forgiven, what a gift from God! I am thankful for a man who is passionate enough to get angry and man enough to ask for forgiveness. He also just so happens to able to identify nearly every bird flying overhead and he can wind the bobbin on my sewing machine! I’m starting to feel so inadequate!