The Seven Day Countdown

Life definitely seems to speeding up as the holidays approach. I can hardly believe Thanksgiving is next week! I am trying to get everything wrapped up and squared away – final Christmas presents, food, and holiday decorations bought – before the holiday season kicks into high gear. Which is not easy when a little one is always in tow. And a little one is always in tow when you homeschool.

We have been running a lot of errands. We have had visits from the chimney guy, the bug guy, furnace guy, and the yard guys. We have been cleaning and purging, organizing and planning, and fixing and replacing. But we have also had some fun stuff too.

My sweet friend Katie invited us to Come Stuff Your Boxes Party for Operation Christmas Child.

I haven’t know Katie that long. Only about six months. She walked up and introduced herself to me at the Y one day last spring and said she read my blog. We talked for a bit and really clicked and  before we said good bye I told her we were going to be friends. Good friends. Like, I am going to pursue you whether you want me to or not and we are going to be friends whether you like it or not. Those kind of friends. Close friends. Which totally makes me sound like a crazy, needy stalker, but whatever. She is a gem of a girl and I am so thankful she is in my life.

She is also a really good cook and is always inviting us into her home. Like to stuff boxes for Operation Christmas child.

Bette’s interest in stuffing boxes lasted for about six seconds. Then she roamed around the house and tried on other people’s shoes. She dug shoes out of closets and snuck them away from people. Every time she came back into the packing room she had on a different pair of shoes.

While I finished the stuffing, Jay and Lilla wrote letters to put in our boxes. And now they are all packed up and in the back of our car ready to be delivered to our church this Sunday. They are in our car so we do not dash out of the house and forget them, which I would put at a very high probability.

We also got a new cooktop. Mine cracked and partly shattered three, maybe six months ago. Despite the damage, three burners still worked. So we held onto it and made it work until we could afford to get a new one. Though, the gaping hole was a problem at times. Mostly it was just tacky and ugly. I eventually put a big square platter over the hole so I didn’t have to look at it. And then waited. And now we have a new one. Hurray!

We are planning on working around the house this weekend since there are only seven days until the holidays officially start. The kids are going out so we have plenty of time and space to get everything we need to done.

Except Jay is trying to convince me what we really need is a day of fun. A day of fun and frolicking.

I  have a list of projects. He has a list of fun. I am not sure who is going to win out on this one.

 

A Big Birthday

Hello friends! Every single week since school has started, I have told myself that next week, I am actually going to get my act together, be a bit more organized, and get some serious homeschooling done. No more of a little here and a little there, just piecing it together as we go. We are going to make a schedule and stick to it. And inevitably, when the next week begins, nothing has changed and I feel like I still have my head barely above water. But really, what else is new?

This past week we have been busy celebrating Jay’s 35th birthday, which evolved into a four part celebration that was so fun and wonderful that enjoying it fully was well worth sacrificing some of my other responsibilities.

The first part of Jay’s birthday was his gift, which Lilla and I gave to him a few days early. When we were first married, we lived near a beautiful bay and learned to sail a bit. The painting reminds me so much of those early days of our marriage and all the time we spent in and around that bay. Jay would never pick out a piece of art as a gift for himself, but since he really didn’t need anything else, I got him something that we would keep forever and would always remind us of his birthday, as well as the early years of our marriage.

For the second part of Jay’s birthday, he went the PGA championship. A pair of tickets dropped in his lap that I had absolutely nothing to do with. But they were way too good to turn down so we delayed our weekend plans so he could go and make a day of it following his favorite golfers around on a beautiful golf course.

The day after the golf tournament, the third part of Jay’s birthday celebration began when we hit the road – alone – and drove to the beach. Just the two of us.

There was no screaming in the background as we drove. There were no dirty diapers or sleep schedules to tend to. There were no meals to prepare and no baths to give. There were no fights to break up and no teachable moments to address.

Instead, we spent three days sleeping, eating, reading, and sitting by the pool, recharging our tanks. It was amazing.

But we couldn’t leave the girls out of actually celebrating Jay’s birthday. So the final part of Jay’s birthday was a little party at home. Lilla took charge of the decor – Mom, we have to do blue because it is daddy’s favorite color. She picked out the balloons as well as the blue Powerade drink – “Because mom, daddy loves the color blue and he loves Powerade! We have to get this for his party!”  Uh, okay. So we used it as the party table centerpiece.

We bought cupcakes and ordered our favorite pizza. And we spent the evening on the deck, with our sweet girls, eating our delicious treats all together.

This is the 18th birthday of Jay’s that I have celebrated with him. The first was his 17th birthday, which was shortly after we started dating in high school.

We have now been together for more than half our lives. And I am so glad about that. Because everything we have been through, we have been through together. Everything we have done, as a couple and as a family, we did together, decided together, and made happen together. There are no gaps in our understanding of each other. There are no events that have taken place in our lives that we cannot relate to. We have both always been there, hearts and souls intertwined, experiencing everything. Together.

Hopefully, we have a long road ahead of us. We are only 35 years old. We know already that things will not necessarily be easy. There will definitely be challenges ahead. But we will face them together. Just like we have faced everything else. And I have the honor and privilege of traveling the road ahead with kindest and most faithful of all men, whom I love and adore so much.

Happy Birthday Jay Baby!

 

Our Weekly Marriage Questions

Every Sunday night, Jay and I sit down together and have marriage time. And by once a week I really mean every once in awhile, when we actually remember and don’t get sidetrack by something like the Grammy’s or the Amazing Race.

We ask each other several questions, plus a random bonus question.

What does your upcoming week look like?

How did you feel most loved this past week?

What would make you feel pursued in intimacy/sex this week?

What can I do to support or help you this week?

When we take the time to ask these questions, we are able to reflect together on the week that has just passed. And we are able to look forward to the week ahead. We share how we are feeling and what we are struggling with. And we always end up going down all sorts of good rabbit trails, discussing things that have been milling around in our minds or laying heavily on our hearts, that in the chaos of the every day, we don’t always have time to talk about.

The questions keep us in touch with how the other person is feeling. They keep us in touch with what the other person is learning. And they keep us in touch with who the other person is becoming.

And whenever we do it, whenever we take the time to sit together, once the kids are in bed and the house is quiet, it ends up being the best part of our week.

It is a moment when we are able to reconnect in a real way. It is a moment when we were able to open up on a deeper level. And it is a moment when we don’t have to be mom or dad, only ourselves with each other, with the one our heart loves.

*Questions from Today’s Letters

 

Thoughts on Marriage This Valentine’s Day

I married young, at twenty- two years old, which was awhile ago. And I have learned quite a few unexpected things about marriage, which I thought I would share this Valentine’s Day. Given that these are just my observations, and that I am neither a trained counselor or therapist, they may not be worth very much. But after 13 years and two babies, here is what I know for sure so far about marriage:

1) When you decide to take the leap and get married, it is because you love someone, want to spend the rest of your life with them, and think you know them inside and out. But the truth is that you really don’t know them at all.

It doesn’t matter how long you have dated, whether you have known each other since you were six years old, or if you have had a background check done on them. You still only know a small part of each other before you say, I do. And you won’t begin to know each other, fully and completely, until you get married, start living together day in and day out, and weather some of life’s storms together.

2) The first year of marriage is the hardest. But thank God, it passes.

3) When you marry someone, you marry not only their problems, but also their family’s problems. All of them. The little problems you can see lurking in the background, the big problems that no one wants to talk about, and the relational issues between each family member. You marry all of that. Their problems become your problems, whether you want them to or not.

4) The ability to leave and cleave does not automatically happen the minute you say your vows and seal things with a kiss. Leaving and cleaving takes time. It is a learning process that involves figuring out what works for both of you as it relates to your families. It requires patience, understanding, and a willingness to compromise some preferences and traditions. (Just because you have spent every Christmas Eve for the last 30 years with Mom and Dad at Aunt Greta’s house doesn’t mean you should keep doing so, despite how your mom and Aunt Greta feel about it.) Leaving and cleaving means establishing new, healthy boundaries so you can create your own identity as a family, as well as your own traditions.

5) Marriage is a partnership. It is a team effort. And teams work best when the players sacrifice to reach a goal together or choose to do what is best for everyone. That may mean no more Saturday football games at your alma mater with your buddies. It may mean no more shopping and buying things you can’t afford. It may mean scaling back your time on the golf course while you have little kids. It may mean taking on an extra chore or responsibility so your spouse does not have to. Because marriage is a commitment not only to another person, but a commitment to this new family you are forming and growing, and to do what is best for them.

6) Sex can and does get better as you get older, and the longer you have been married. I will leave it at that.

7) No marriage is rosy all the time. There will be rough periods. Periods when you don’t see eye to eye. Periods when you are angry, fight, and hurt each other. And one of the secrets of getting through the rough periods, in addition to counseling or therapy, is to choose not to let seeds of resentment plant themselves in your heart.

Whatever has happened, you can choose to forgive. You can choose to let go. And in doing so, you root out those seeds of resentment and prevent them from growing into weeds of bitterness that choke out the affection and sweetness between the two of you.

Because getting married is to unknowingly enter a rock tumbling machine. The purpose of a rock tumbling machine is to make lovely jewels out of rough, dirty rocks. But turning those rocks into gorgeous jewels is not easy. You must throw your dirty rocks into the tumbling machine, add some grit, and then shake the hell out of it. With enough grit, enough shaking, and enough time, two beautiful jewels will emerge from those rough rocks.

And that is marriage. You and the one you love are the rocks, being shaken up in the grit of life. And over time, if you stay committed and connected to each other, the grit of life will change you. It will chip away your selfishness and it will soften your roughness. And one day, two people will emerge who are beautiful reflections of Christ, who are able to love each other as Christ loves His church; patiently, sacrificially, generously, and most of all gracefully and passionately.

 

Happy Valentine’s Day!

 

A Place Of Peace In The Eye Of The Storm

Jay.
He leads a busy life.
 
His work is demanding.
It involves long hours.
It requires great precision.
And close attention to detail.
 
He has a lot of interests.
And a lot of hobbies.
He loves to try new things.
And he is good at everything.
 

He knew zero about women when we married.
It wasn’t his fault.
He spent a lot of time.
In the woods growing up.

He hiked, camped, and fished.
He wrestled and ran in school.
He played baseball, golf, and football.
All sports that don’t involve many women.

But now, he has three women to take care of.
And two girls to help raise.
Which is a big job in this day in age.
He’s had to learn about all sorts of new things.

Girl things.
About braids and camisoles.
And tights and hair bows.
And about the importance of pink.
 
He’s had to learn about girl emotions.
That they are closer to the surface than boy emotions.
And more unpredictable.
And often inexplicable.
 
And he’s had to learn about living with girls.
And how girls need to be loved.
So he is helpful without coddling.
He listens without being overindulgent.
 
He is fun but not rough.
And he is affectionate.
All the time.
Every single day.
 

He is a great girl daddy.
He is very protective.
And very tender.
And very patient.
 
And my girls adore him.
Lilla greets him with a hug at the door every day.
Bette lights up when he walks in.
He is their favorite fella in the whole world.
 
In many ways, my girls are mama’s girls.
But they are daddy’s girls too.

Through all turmoil lately, he has been so steady.
So steady and even and calm.
He has been a rock to hang onto.
And a place of peace in the eye of the storm.