A few 'thank you's'

Why my hubby rocks:

1. Last night, he accurately read my "will this evening ever end?!" face and offered me rest {more accurately some uninterrupted time to work on 'princess canopies' for the nursery}.

2. He took both girls with him to work, so I wouldn't be tempted to put them to bed by myself.

3. He took out, in public, two little girls wearing: pajamas, rain coats, pink fluffy snow boots, and crocheted hats with bear ears... in May.

4. He thought it was great.

5. All this after painstakingly blotting ball point pen from the couch cushion after an absentminded momma left out her pen and an artistically driven 3yo added a monochromatic pattern to the sofa.

6. And that after a four-shampoo-and-rinse bath cleaning diaper cream out of little one's hair. 

Which reminds me, I need to say some big thank you's.

First to my Love who is doing his job and mine when I sit on the couch and try not to contract. I thank The Lord for you every day!

Then, to Matt {the boss man} for encouraging a flexible schedule during this crazy time.

Finally, to all of you who are praying for our family right now. Your prayers are felt. This week has been a reprieve from the overwhelming exhaustion of unchecked contractions, dual barrel rebellion, and a lot of tears. We feel like a family again. Still in a struggle, but not alone, and not losing. Earthly efforts haven't increased, so I can only give credit to God's grace. And your prayers.

Thank You and thank you!

From a very grateful momma

On my birthday

Dear Mommy,

Twenty-nine years ago today, you became 'Momma.' You prepared and pushed for that moment. I was just along for the ride. Nearly three decades later, I realize you worked the most for these 29 years. I was still mostly along for the ride. Even now, that your 'big-little girl' is all grown up, I rely on your work.

Thank you. You cleaned messes and wiped snotty faces and made hundreds of lunches I refused to eat. You swept and taught and prayed. Thanks for holding dinner while I rode Gremlin. Thanks for holding me while I cried over some silly boy {or some silly horse}.

My birthday is more about you than me. My life started, but yours' was never the same. Thank you for showing me how to love my family through serving them. I love you!! bug

Dear Daddy,

Twenty-nine years ago today, you became 'Daddy.' I will never forget Mommy telling me that you always had a boat... until I came along. Then you gave up oceans and lakes for the pool with a clipboard and stop watch. Did I ever tell you how much it meant to me that you were standing at the end of the pool when I climbed out?

Did I ever tell you how much it meant to me that you spent your weekends watching ponies trot in circles? Watching beginner skaters twirl at glacial speeds? Watching us play tic-tac-toe in the outfield?

Or that time we played basketball, and you blew out your knee... again. You told me, while we were sitting on the porch, ice bag draped over you knee, that you knew that might happen, but you wanted to play with me anyway.

Thank you, Daddy. I never doubted how much you loved me. You set a Godly example of sacrifice. I love you!! bug