... I would fast forward to December 7, 2012.
To the average outsider, that is just a random date.
But to me, oh man...
To me, it is the beginning of a pretty great adventure.
You see, my handsome husband, Brandon, is finally graduating. It will be a shining moment for all of us. I start beaming for him just thinking about it! He has worked so hard (and long) for this day and it is almost here.
That's just the tip of the iceberg.
You see, Husband is a youth pastor. We served together at a church for almost 3 years before God moved us back for him to finish school. Now, we are serving as interim youth pastor for a church until a new full time guy is found. But, come December 7, 2012, we will (hopefully) have a church position already in line for us.
I love it.
You see, I grew up a PK. Unless you were a PK, you probably don't know that PK means "pastor's kid." (I try to think that my brother and I were the normal kind...not the awkwardly social or rebellious kind.) Being a PK means you move. Quite frequently. Like, basically a different school each year or so. Multiple states. Growing up, I loved to hate it. Looking back, I cherish the friends and memories and different cultures I grew up with. Only now, it's in my blood. After a few years in one place...time to go! I get restless and start day dreaming of house searching, job searching, church searching, etc.
There's a problem though...
You see, Husband grew up in one place. Born and raised. All his family is within shouting distance from each other. He has roots. (Not that I don't. I think mine sink into the ground and shrink back up with it's time for new soil!) Part of me is jealous of his past. He literally grew up with his friends and family. He has memories at every single place in town. Not that I was deprived of memories, I have memories, just different circumstances.
Both desires are perfect. And (this is why I love Husband so much, and God even more for knowing exactly the kind of man I needed) we have both settled on one fact...
God is in control. He knows our hearts desires (He gave them to us!) So seek Him and everything will work out.
You see, this whole future thing...it excites me.
Maybe we will end up in the mountains (yes, please!)
Maybe we will stay there until we turn gray and our children start having children.
You see, we want children. A lot of children. Like, 4 or 5. Whether or not we can have them biologically (that's for another post, another time) is totally up to God. Regardless, we want to adopt. There's total peace in that fact. I can't wait. I see young married couples with their little offspring all the time. Could you guys stop being so adorable?! Cannot wait.
and to think...
all of this starts on December 7, 2012.
If you are reading this, it means I made it through my first week of teaching 3rd grade.
I made it.
And tomorrow, I get to do it all over again.
I love it.
I have also turned into super grandma.
Usually, I'm in bed around 9-10 at night.
Now, I try to be in bed by 7-8 at night.
But, I miss you guys.
So I'm going to make it a point to become more regular in my posting.
But not right now.
I need a nap.
I guess that makes me Super Super Grandma.
Writing has always been a form of escape for me.
When life gets tough, I write.
When life gets exciting, I write.
I like to think of it as an overflow of my mind.
Things get crowded up there and I have to release them somehow.
So, I write.
Slowly though (as I see the pattern in almost all my blog friends) blogging becomes more about the readers than the author. I have made some great blog friends through this little blog and of course it's nice to see my followers slowly add up, but I
want have to keep things in perspective.
I tend to mask the imperfections of my life by silly pictures and cute stories. I don't see the need to use this blog as simply a means to complain and vent. But, I also want to remain transparent. I want to be real with you guys.
Marriage is hard.
Life is hard.
There. I said it.
As amazing, handsome, and wonderful Husband is, we still have "passionate discussions."
We still choose silly things over each other. We don't have the cutest couple pictures.
We still go to bed disgruntled.
Life isn't a Disney Musical.
Nobody breaks out in singing and dancing at any given moment,
and my hair is never perfectly in place.
I cry. I yell. I get angry. I stumble.
I'm stressing about my new job.
finances are tight.
I'm worried about my health.
I'm unhappy with my self.
So what pushes me to try and stay positive during trials? What gives me strength when I can't stand? How can I continue to smile in the midst of a storm?
The answer is so obvious, so easy, and yet still needs to be printed on the back of my eyelids.
The bumps in my life aren't a surprise to Him. He's not learning as He goes, like I am.
He knows what I truly need when He takes something away. He knows everything will work out, exactly according to His plan.
Life is getting crazier by the second and there probably won't be as much time for blogging as I'd like.
I may lose some followers due to lack of interest, but that's okay.
This is for me.
For my escape.
For my sanity.
For my much needed reminders.
(Typical mirror picture of Husband and I during our anniversary weekend. Can we go back, please?)
I'm always nervous when I post a blog from my phone, but considering the craziness this week brought, this is the best I can do!
What craziness you ask?
-Husband registered for his LAST semester at school.
-Graduation scheduled for December.
-Amazing, awesome blessing: school paid for.
-I am teaching, once again.
In a public school.
I can't get into the class until Wednesday.
Open House is on Friday.
School starts the following Monday.
Regardless, I'm so excited for this open door. It's truly an answer to prayer and I'm determined to have the best year!
I have truly loved spending all this quality time with you guys at our house all summer. Now leave.
You can go ahead and leave, also.
Why in all the world do you have to be so expensive?
Dear Dr. Pepper,
You make me happy.
Let's just pack up and head for the horizon. You bring the fun and I'll bring the puppies.