Here comes the bride (again)

As of January 22nd, Jason and I have been married for 6 amazing years. Very honestly, the word "amazing" describes not only how incredible our life together is now, but also how I feel about the fact that we survived some of the trials/mistakes/bad attitudes that we have endured as husband and wife.

We decided before we got married that divorce was not an option and not a part of our vocabulary...and there is SO much security in that! In the past 2 years, we have grown so much and experienced so much healing/depth in our relationship, and I think a big part of that is due to the community and love we've experienced at our church. There's just something about people's "realness" that helps you bring some light to your own...and for God to use it for His glory, His name and His renown. I'm so thankful He's in the business of growth and restoration!

As we've looked back over the past 6 years, one of my (smaller) regrets was our lack of engagement pictures, as well as a lack of wedding pictures that capture "those" moments. Our wedding photographer did an incredible job of making sure we have pictures of everyone who was there, as well as priceless pictures from the ceremony itself, but in light of our growing love, growing family and a desire to attempt to have a bit more captured, I did the unheard of: out came my perfectly preserved wedding dress from the neat little box the dry cleaners had put it in and off we went to Kiesel Park for some new "wedding" pictures. A HUGE thank you to my photographer friend who offered her services for FREE - she used our awesome new camera and we were able to enjoy the pictures right away! So, for your viewing pleasure, here's a small sample...

*Disclaimer: at the time of the pictures/squeezing into wedding dress, I was 2 months into this pregnancy (read: unable to breathe during a majority of the pictures)

Anybody home?

One night back in the fall, I was tucking Jack into bed when he pointed to his bulletin board to one of his masterpieces from school that day and he informed me that he wanted to take it to Sophie the next day at school. It was the first time I had heard him mention her name, but I thought it was so sweet that he wanted to share his artwork with a friend at school, so I willingly said, "Sure! I think that's a very nice gift idea! How thoughtful. What a sweet boy."

However, as I processed it that night, I realized that if I was Sophie's mom, I might be a bit freaked out by this...but I didn't want to discourage Jack in his giving, either. I also knew there was a 50/50 chance that Jack would forget about it by morning.

No luck. Not only did he remember and carry it with both hands during the car ride and into the school, but he also "called" Sophie on his way to school to tell her about it.

In attempts to NOT freak out Sophie's momma, I was trying to quietly tell Jack's teachers about his desire to give the picture to Sophie; however, I told them about my fear and asked if they would just slip it back in his backpack when he wasn't looking and I would get it later. Mid-explanation, in walked Sophie...and her mom. The teachers thought it was just the sweetest thing and immediately began telling Sophie's mom (whose name I probably should learn...) about Jack's gift. Thankfully, she was very graceful, Sophie was excited and Jack was proud. Whew. Glad that was over...

...Until that night, when Jack began to pick out another picture that he wanted to give to Sophie. AHH! I suggested that he pick another friend to share his artwork with, but he was adamant that Sophie be the recipient. Thankfully, it was a Thursday and he forgot by the next school day (Monday).

However, Sophie has been the receiver of MANY "phone calls" since then. Usually Jack just explains his day (at bedtime), talks about seeing her at school (when we're on our way there), or about what he's eating for dinner (at the dinner table). While we as a family are totally NOT into the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing, especially with preschoolers, I love that he's learning to socialize and how to be a sweet friend and we are DEFINITELY encouraging that. :)

Since then, he has started "calling" another school friend, Andrew, who moved away right before Christmas, and his old buddy Jordan. The funniest thing is that when he's walking around our house talking, he is usually sitting and/or standing in the same places I go to talk on the phone...using my mannerisms and phrases. He'll say, "Is that better? Can you hear me now? Hello?" Kinda scary. :)

This is a picture of Jack "calling" Sophie on the way into school one morning. His phone is sometimes an old kitchen timer, sometimes my old iphone, and when modern technology isn't readily available, he pulls out his old reliable pointer finger and fist. Gotta do whatcha gotta do.

Dream a little dream.

So, I'm 5 months pregnant and exhausted. ALL the time. My DREAM since mid-December has been 36 "magical" (as Jason has been referring to them) hours of having the house to myself.

It goes like this: the kids magically disappear around 7/8ish one morning and I spend the day de-germing and de-cluttering my house (leave your white gloves at home until then, please!). Then, that night I eat whatever I want for dinner while watching whatever I want on the tv (couch or bed...tough call) and then sleep alllll niiiiight looooong in the middle of the bed (Jason is allowed to be in the house during my 36 hours, I'm just requesting to have the bed to myself for a night...hey! I'm getting big and need some space sometime!!). And then, the next morning, I will NOT wake up at 6 am, I will NOT be getting out of bed immediately to get 2 cups of milk and I will NOT be watching Mickey Mouse before the sun comes up. Other than that, the plan for day 2 is a bit vague. I know it involves catching up on 5 months' worth of magazines, 4 years worth of naps and anything else my heart can fit into the day until my babies come home to me around 7/8ish that night (just in time to tuck them in to their beds). :)

Now, doesn't that just sound AWESOME?! I think I will be a different person by the time I see their precious faces. The way I see it, even Jesus had to get away by himself sometimes...and quite honestly, leaving the house for this stay-cation (Joey Weimar, that was for you) just wouldn't cut it. I want a spotless house and a perfect night's sleep in my own bed, finished off with some R-'n'-R. Magical.

Am I being totally ridiculous?