We are insanely busy. We get colds about every other week. We are becoming members of the church we've been attending for about three years. We are starting a new couples small group closer to where we live. We do preschool every morning, and have learned about Adam and Eve, Noah, and Joseph.
I have done about 100 house projects, Greg has done 100 more, and together we have 100 left. More or less. I have started to work from home more. I love making money :) I feel insecure about my house and my clothes sometimes, and confident most of the time. I am on a diet, but not too strict because I am still EBing Stella, with a little solid food for good measure. I am planning a birthday party for Henry, and sewing my kids Halloween costumes they will be embarrassed by later, and trying to find the time to have their pictures taken, and planning our trip away for Henry's real birthday, and making Christmas gifts, and planning our Thanksgiving road trip.
Greg is faithful, strong, honest, persevering, loving, gentle, kind, patient, and good. Greg is obsessed with his favorite board game and wants to play whenever I'm willing. Greg takes me shopping and entertains the kids while I walk around a store alone when I really need a break from life. Greg is the giver of baths, the reader of bed-time stories, and the sender of texts to our friends. Greg tries to believe the best of people. Greg eats peanut butter out of the jar.
Henry is sweet, and smart, and brave. Henry climbs over each pew at church, then runs to the front to start over again. Henry reads small words, but only when he wants to. Henry's response to the story of the Fall of Man was, "Ok! let's get some fruit snacks!" Henry talks to himself. Henry sits in the bath for an hour if you let him. Henry is always sweet to his sister. Henry is sick often. Henry eats peanut butter from the jar.
Stella is the light of my life. She makes me smile even as I'm being woken up in the dead of night. Stella very rarely cries. Stella is very rarely sick. Stella eats apples and carrots and bananas and oatmeal, usually with her Daddy. Stella says Muh-muh-muh-muh and it makes me feel important. Stella is beautiful.
God gave me babies to love, a house to clean, full of clothes to wash and food to cook, a husband to argue with and a family to love me unconditionally. God gave us work to do. God gave me the desire to write and the will to do it, even if it's only a paragraph a week.
God is nearer. God is ready. God is doing something big. And small at the same time.
