Today has been a day of good and bad. It's like, there were too many good things for the day to suck, and too many bad things to be elated about the good things. Here's how it went.
I slept til 2: Good.
I forgot to take my meds: not so good.
Since it was 60 degrees outside, I took the kids to the park and they got to play in the creek (ie crawl over the rocks in the creek in a desperate attempt to get as close to the water as possible without getting wet): awesome
I dropped my phone in said creek: awful. Okay really, it wouldn't have been awful if I had had it in my possession longer than thirty hours.
We decided to watch the Lion King on youtube, but my sucktastic internet wouldn't load it: really? okay this is sucking more and more.
I baked a cake and for the first time in my life, I destroyed it: you have GOT to be kidding me?!
Luckily on the upside tomorrow is the first Sunday of the month and we have dinner on the grounds, and our second service is early as well so we'll be home for good by 3. That means perhaps we'll have a chance to enjoy the cool weather and maybe, just maybe, things will suck a little less tomorrow.
So...I'm going to stick with the good of the day, because in my opinion you simply can't destroy a 60 degree day with warm apple cider and time with your kids at the park. No matter how hard you try.
I love October. Other than the start of school, IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR :) Except, perhaps, Christmas. Well, not Christmas day, but the actual season...
Anyhow. I'm chilly, so I think I'll take a hot shower and have one more cup of hot cider. :) God is good.
I'm a wife. I'm a mom. I'm a photographer. I'm a lover of Jesus. My house is a mess, my kids are dirty, we eat take out more often than not. My life is loud, busy and crazy. And that's okay with me.
This is Eric, the man you've been praying for. He's a paramedic. He quilts in his spare time. No, I couldn't make that up :) He has NASH (a form of liver disease, non-alcoholic) and diabetes, but those things don't define him. He's a man of God, an insanely wonderful husband, and the best daddy in the world.. Just ask these guys..
Our daughter Ali, she's 9. She's fiercely opinionated and strong willed. She's a Daddy's girl, but the umbilical cord hasn't but cut from me, either. She's a gymnast, and proud of it. She spends more time upside down or turning flips than she does walking. She's crazy smart, and absolutely sure of it. She is my insufferable little know it all.
Our son Dylan, 7. We lovingly refer to him as Chubs. Or Chubby. Or fat boy. Ahem. He is all boy, as you can see by his crazy wild energy. He has the highest pain tolerance of any child I have ever met. He plays soccer and does gymnastics, but truly he is a gamer, a nerd. He is an avid reader and loves to climb. Not to be outdone by his sister, he's a drama king, but to him, I'm the best mommy in the world.
I'm here to use my voice. So many people can't. In a world of darkness, I just want to help God's light to shine through. I pray that my words are His, and my love is His, as well. This is my journey through the darkness. To start are the beginning of the story, click here.