Life is moving at supersonic speed! I've had some very special moments as a momma/wife lately that I want to make note of before I forget....
We have between 7-8 weeks left before our Sweet Pea makes her debut. I'm starting to get a little nervous. OK a LOT nervous. There's quite a bit to accomplish before she arrives, and the next few weeks will tell us a lot about how smoothly this is all going to go. I know God is in control and I do have a peace, but it's still the life of your child....ya know? It's not something I can just give to God and never think of again. I would LOVE to be that way, but this old sinful heart does worry and fret. How patient God is with me....
First up, Brayden. I love that baby. He has all of a sudden become VERY independent. Sure he has always had his independent moments, but at the end/beginning of the day he has always wanted to "snug" with momma. He's stolen kisses all during the day...not just for boo-boos or bedtime or good morning. Well I am losing him like I lost Bryson about this age. Okay that's a bit pregnant extreme. Forgive me. It's just around 4 years old those baby boys start wanting to hang out with daddy all the time and they don't need as many kisses....or snuggles. I'll never forget when Bryson wanted Daddy when he was sick when he was around 4 years old. My heart sank....But I am thankful that they have a daddy they adore. It's all about them growing up and becoming little men...them wanting to be like their daddy. *sigh* This is why I am so thankful for a little girl who will still hang out with momma in the kitchen.... :) btw...they still want momma for those boo-boos. ; ) Brayden is growing (no pun intended) a bit impatient with baby girl's arrival. He told me yesterday morning it's about time for them to cut your belly and get Willow (wi-wo) Grace. He has already declared that he will be the one to teach her how to ride bikes. Love his simplicity.
Bryson...I'm not going to elaborate on how sad I am that he is about to turn 6 in two weeks. That will be my next post, so you might want to make a mental note to skip it ;) He has always been curious in nature, and as he is increasing knowledge, the questions are becoming a bit more difficult to answer. For instance, I loved laying in bed last night listening to Bryson and his dad's conversation....It started out Bry getting in trouble for talking when he was supposed to be sleeping....what does he say? "Dad...I was just talking to God. Bray is asleep." Wow. Talk about convicting. So he crawled in bed with us to talk to Daddy about some things...some deep things. First Bryson thought: "I want to see God really bad. It seems like waiting until I die is way too long to wait." I gasped. Do I desire to see God as much as my baby does? Double Convicting. Next Bryson thought: "I am really worried about Grannie and Papaw's Dog lady. Grannie is old. Papaw is old. Muffin (their other dog) is old. What if they all die and leave lady?" If you know Bryson, you know he worries about everyone and everything. Tim tried to explain that's why God gives us family. That we would take care of lady. Then Bryson went into this fence he has planned that would give Max (our dog) his own space and Lady her own space.....just when I wonder if there's really anything churning in that noggin of his. He will surely have ulcers by the time he is 10, but I love him for it. He'll be the one to take care of us when we are old and decrepit ;) He probably already has a plan in place for it.
And lastly, Tim. He has worked his booty off lately. I love his deep desire to provide for us....not just physically, but emotionally. That can be quite the task for me lately. I've cried about every other day. I know it's hormones and I try to shrug it off, but he takes it very seriously. For instance, Tuesday night I made a meal for us to all sit down to (the dining room table has been stacked with stuff still looking for a home...so meals have been on the couch...or on a corner of the table...slack, I know). The table was cleaned off and I even made a cobbler. () :) I figured He'd worked to 6 since he had a manager coming the next day....wrong. I called at 5:30 and he told me he'd be there to close and even after. I fed the boys....they didn't like the cobbler. I put them to bed...I cried...He came in at 10:30 bless his heart. He was dead tired. I cried...and felt really bad about it and TRIED to stop, but the more I tried to stop, the more I cried. What does he do? Does he get offended? nope. I would have been upset with me if I were him. Instead, he gets up the next morning...and the next at 4:00am so he can get off at 5:00 to eat dinner together as a family. I know we're going into the busiest season for retailers, and hours are going to be long. Stupid Hormones... I LOVE that man. He is so selfless with his love, even when I am sooooo unloveable ;)
And that pretty much sums up my life as of late. I love my family. I don't know what I'd do without each of them. God has been so good to me :)
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