Today I treated myself to something I hadn't done in about 10 years or so. I read through my old letters from Nathan. You see, when we were first exploring the idea of a relationship with each other, he was in Alabama and I was in Texas. He was still in school and I was working full-time. So, even though we chatted online and wrote emails and called each other, we also corresponded with good old fashioned paper mail. And I am so glad we did! I so enjoyed my blast to the past this afternoon. The thoughts, feelings, hopes and dreams of that time were recreated so clearly for me! And what joy and thankfulness came over me as I read them; thankfulness that the young man of those letters chose me to be his wife. What fun to relive the first tentative steps of our relationship as the five most tangible fruits thereof played noisily around me! What happiness to know the end of the story, or the middle, more accurately, I suppose, as I peeked back at the beginning.
And, so, I just wanted to share this with world to maybe inspire someone somewhere to write a letter or two to their special someone. It sure is a treat to read them ten years down the road.
Alright all you crafty people! The boys' room doesn't have any sort of window treatment other than some vinyl blinds. Which, obviously, have served us just fine for over a year now. But today at a garage sale I found a white canvas panel for $1. And my creative genius was nudged into life long enough to think, "Hey, maybe we could do something fun with that...fabric paint?...applique?...I'll get it!" And then it (my creative genius, that is) crawled back into its cave and went back to sleep. So, here I have a white canvas curtain panel taking up space in my house and I'm wondering what exactly might be the best thing to do with it. How about it? Any ideas?
There is no theme to their room - beige walls, white trim, Joseph has Clone Wars sheets and Judah has Thomas sheets.
Still here! And it is SO QUIET. Nathan and I did a lot of sitting around and looking at each other yesterday, although we did take a walk to try to get some birthing action going. Phoebe is enjoying all the extra attention, I think. It is amazing to me how low maintenance just one little toddler is. And, of course, I'm feeling guilty for keeping Mom and Dad so busy when I'm not even going into labor like I'm supposed to. Oh, well. We knew it could be like this. Interesting fact of trivia - both boys were a week early and both girls were a week late. So...is this a clue? it's too late to be early, so am I going to keep us all waiting another week and have a girl? Or will the pattern be broken? Stay tuned for....the rest of the story!
Does anyone have about 10 baby food jars that they would be willing to mail to me? I'd pay for the postage! A friend of a friend needs them. Thanks!
Oh, it's so sad to tell my parents good-bye. So sad to wave them down the driveway and come back to the empty room where we were visiting minutes ago. I hope one day we'll live a little closer together.
But, on the positive side, I have been on my own with FOUR children for almost two hours now and nothing catastrophic has happened. One of them is even asleep.
Also on the positive side, I have my sweet little Phoebe-Blossom snuggled in her Boppy on the couch beside me. She is wide awake and looking around. I think she's enjoying the sunshine and the wind chimes just outside the window.
Lydia and Joseph have been having quiet time in separate beds, but I'm about to turn them loose and see if we can get some school work done.