Beside Him

I could have saved this for a Wordless Wednesday, but I decided not to.
We had a family photo shoot a handful of weeks ago… you know, on one of the coldest and worst rainy days of the month – so life goes. (shrugs) It’s all good.

And while “tangible reinforcement” (*ahem* mild bribery) was needed to counteract a few ugly moods the oldest two “of course” woke up in post-nap, I was so grateful to have a dear friend Kassie (KLW photography) taking the pics. She can stinkin’ work miracles, I’m tellin’ ya. Though the girls came around just fine after fully waking up post-nap and while every mom has been in that position, I again, can’t speak enough about Kassie’s ability to love my girls into their normal level of genuine joy. [Thanks again, Kassie.]

But amidst the girls’ cuteness, Kassie took a moment to photograph a few of Matt and I. We were just us, after we got three little girls bundled, and two snacking. It was funny to have a blast from our past in the same park we photographed our engagement pics in. And there we were 5 years later, loving life more than we ever could have imagined.

And it’s when you’re married to your best friend that pics like this just happen…

– Love him so.

Still on the Playlist

I had a conversation with a dear friend, …oh it must have been a few weeks ago by now. The girls were all sleeping, my friend’s kids were knocked out as well, and we enjoyed the quiet households giving us the opportunity to share in each others’ lives.

I don’t even remember quite how we got onto the subject, but we blasted back to the very beginning of our marriages. I enjoyed learning about my dear friend’s transition from her Mother’s house to making a home of her own with her husband. And it was fun to take a walk down memory lane with her back to the old one-bedroom apartment that Matt and I stepped foot in after saying our ‘I do’s.

Well after the phone conversation ended, the memories swirled.

That broken bathtub drain clogged with a washcloth so I could do the mounds of dishes piled up, evidence of no dishwasher and a cutting-board sized counter space. Two full, full-time workers and then school and then internship. The late night hours waiting for Matt to return resulting in me falling asleep on the couch.

When we got married it was not in ignorance. We had seen divorces have their affects on families and kids. We were blessed to have also seen marriages, our parents, held together by Christ and prayer. We knew the statistical odds. We knew it’d be work. And we knew it’d be worth it.

But never in my wildest dreams could I ever have imagined it’d be this good.

Here 5 years later, rocking my youngest of three daughters, the praise of our Lord pours from my heart. Thanks be to the God of firm foundations. Thanks be to the God of uniting hearts. Thanks be to the God of hope and forgiveness. Thanks be to the God who has built our marriage on Him and Him alone.

I remember my roommate and best friend at the time putting together our wedding slideshow. She gathered together the old baby pictures of Matt and I, infusing two separate stories and sharing the years of memories captured in the hearts of our friends and families in attendance. She asked me to pick the background music. A few songs came to my mind that she easily found on my music playlist. Then by some near mistake, she came across the song. The song that captured the very heart of the commitment we were offering each other. “We Build” by Nicole Nordeman.

I wanted to share this song with you, but could only find it in terms of a past flood video so please enjoy the words and ignore the pictures for the purpose of this blog. 😉

“It’s bigger than we thought
It’s taller than it ought to be
This pile of rubble and ruins
The neighbors must talk
It’s the worst yard on the block
Just branches and boards where walls stood
Did it seem to you
Like the storm just knew
We weren’t quite finished with the roof
When it started?
So we build
We build
We clear away what was and make room for what will be
If you hold the nails, I’ll take the hammer
I’ll hold it still, if you’ll climb the ladder
If you will, then I will, build
On any given day
We could simply walk away
And let someone else hold the pieces
The lie that we tell
Says it’s better somewhere else
As if love flies south when it freezes
What I’m trying to say
In some clumsy way
Is that it’s you and only you for always
So we build
We build
We clear away what was and make room for what will be
If you hold the nails, I’ll take the hammer
I’ll hold it still, if you’ll climb the ladder
If you will, then I will, build
What I’m trying to say
In some clumsy way
Is that its you and only you, not just for now, not just today
But its you and only you for always
So If you hold the nails, I’ll take the hammer
I’ll hold it still, if you’ll climb the ladder
If you will, then I will, build

“We Build” speaks of emerging from the tragic moments, the tougher trials and challenges and choosing to build. Matt and I don’t have a pessimistic view of our marriage, but we do know there will always be trials and challenges and circumstances outside of our ability to rise from.

But instead of accepting the lie that “it’s better somewhere else” we must choose to build… together.

It’s that security of choosing the mindset that “it’s you and only you, for always”. When you start there the choice is to build now or have a harder time building later. But not building is not a choice.

Matthew, I love building beside you and with you. I am blessed beyond measure at the graciousness you extend to me through Christ. Thank you for teaching me with a humble heart how to build. Thank you, Lord, for breathing your truth into our marriage. Please, Lord, help us and hold us together because it’s so easy to be “prone to wander” when we look to ourselves to keep this marriage healthy.

I wish I could convey to you the reassurance I see in his eyes. It’s something that just can’t be put into words unless you have felt that kind of commitment. So many walk into relationships with a “hope this works out” mentality. And I must tell you that not one day of our marriage have I ever, nor will I ever, fear Matthew leaving me for “something else” or “someone else.”

So many times this confidence has been laughed at as naivety or immaturity. But I find it quite the opposite. I know that Matt’s soul is the Lord’s. His commitment to me is through his level of commitment to Jesus. For it is through Christ that he is even able to offer me a lifelong commitment. And just as it is a daily denying of self for the cause of Christ, Matt has chosen to daily work on our marriage. (And I likewise).

Sometimes daily working on our marriage looks like ignoring my flaws. Sometimes it looks like grace. Sometimes it looks like holding me accountable… even when I don’t want to hear it. Sometimes it looks like sitting next to me, holding my hand and not asking me to talk. But it always looks like, no matter what the day has held for us, it always looks like snuggling each other before we fall asleep.

See, no matter how flawed and frustrated and annoyed and selfish we have been, we have chosen our “for always” here on earth to be together. It’s not a commitment that can be changed by circumstance. It was decided once … until death. And it’s that commitment that keeps us coming back to apologize. We can joke, because otherwise the next 90 years are going to be mighty quiet and frustrating if we don’t apologize now. 😉

It’s hard for me to put into words. It’s hard for me to convey my appreciation, adoration and confidence in my husband’s heart. He chose our marriage in his mind. And he is one stubborn man. 😉

And I’m so blessed… so very blessed to build with him… no matter what.

– we build.

The Five of Us

I’m going to take this quiet moment to post another update on our little family before what I presume to be a bit of a silence as we settle in to our life of being a family of five.

On Hannah’s birthday (Wednesday), we had the girls come up to meet their sister after their naps. When after their naps turned into post-dinner, Matt and I were anxious to see our two little girls and then usher them on to their slumbers (so we could get ours). While the girls were running on the last fumes of an out of the ordinary day of excitement, they were very curious about Hannah.

The Reactions:

Rachael, when coming into the hospital room, immediately ran to me with a hug and then instantly realized someone was holding a baby. She instinctively went to investigate as “this is Hannah, your sister” was resounded from family in the room. Rachael’s nurturing kicked into full gear naturally and she began snuggling and kissing Hannah’s little head. She stroked the baby’s head, staking her place firmly as her guardian. 😉

 Aww, look at her loving on Hannah.

Abi when coming into the hospital room immediately ran to Mommy and stayed there hugging me for about five minutes. I missed you too, my little Abi. When Abi realized there was a baby in Goga’s (My Mom’s) lap, Abi was concerned at first, announcing Hannah’s little baby noises to be “baby’s crying”. It took her a moment to really absorb that Hannah was alive and more than just a bundled doll. Of course the prospect of holding a baby delighted our dear, independent toddler who threw herself onto the couch and stuck her arms out as if we planned on just handing her the weightless Hannah. 😉 And her joy? Oh it was contagious.

My little, holding my littlest. =)

And then she initiated her own affections for her little sister.

Hannah’s reaction? Well as you can see, she just slept the whole time, clueless of their presence or even being passed around. It was her first solid nap on this side of the womb so the poor baby was knocked out cold.

It was cool to witness the next day during the girls’ visit, the normalcy that seemed to be taking hold as the reality crept in. Rachael and Abi were well rested and full of energy, but in many ways they were back to their old ways with less of the bottled nervous excitement. Without a real schedule and no pressing dinner needs, we were able to visit with more relaxation.  The girls brought their hospital bags (my dear friend, Darlene, mailed them goody bags for entertainment during their hospital trips) and happily colored, ate snacks and shared.

Hannah’s routine check occurred while the girls were there and there was instant fascination. I was so grateful for the nursing staff’s desire to answer kid questions and help build the bridge between Ms. crying Hannah and her concerned sisters. During the check-up I think is one of the firs times Abi really realized Hannah was real. She was very concerned about Hannah’s well-being and it was really the first time Abi took on a “big sister” roll in her concern. My mom and the nurses were fantastic in reassuring Abi that they were not hurting Hannah and helping to normalize the “new to Abi” cries of a newborn.

We also got the opportunity to take Hannah for a walk through the Mother/Baby Unit hallways. Rachael and Abi helped push Hannah along in her rolling crib-cart as we all enjoyed the delights of hallway art, windows outside, a scale (we all needed to be weighed), and peeking into the nursery from the outside glass. We were happy to discover a Daddy in there caring for his newborn girl which brought up all kinds of conversation about babies. It was also the first time I realized that while Hannah is a deceptive 10lb baby (she’s primarily just seriously long, but has a small head and small feet and is well-balanced weight-wise) she is certainly big in comparison to little scrawny newborns. hehe.

After an animal cracker snack, Daddy escorted Rachael and Abi downstairs to the exit and grabbed himself something to eat on the way back up. The departure this time was a little more difficult for the girls since they weren’t quite as keen on us staying at the hospital a second night, but the hope of us all coming home the following day added to Daddy’s escort seemed to help in the equation.

Hannah and I had a quiet few moments alone while Daddy was transitioning with the girls and enjoyed some special snuggle time.

Then came a harder night with latching problems, Hannah discovering her pterodactyl scream (ouch!) and a general discontentment presiding over our once-gentler daughter. While it was a rough night, not going to lie, it was reassuring to discover in the morning that those behaviors are normal for a newborn (especially a breastfed one) on day two and day three due to them trying to figure out the balance of fussiness/feeding in the context of encouraging Mom’s milk to come in. 

This morning (Friday) we “slept in” til almost 9am (I called it napping since I had only gotten about an hour of consistent sleep from 11p – 7a). Hannah’s jaundice count was taken again, for some reason someone chose 6am as a good morning wake-up time. And we found ourselves doing “the lasts” to prepare for our hospital discharge. 

Hannah’s thrilled to go home…. really. 😉

Doctors visited, paperwork was drawn up, and the girls and my mom arrived to bring us home. 

After loading up the car with three children, 1/2 a country’s worth of luggage, and two tired parents, we circled round to pull out of the parking lot when we saw a familiar woman waving down our car. It was my mom. Puzzled we wondered why she wasn’t in her car. She then explained that her car would not start. So since Mom’s car was blocked in on all sides by various other vehicles, we popped up our second stow-away captain’s chair in the van, loaded in more luggage to the car, and added my Mom to our van-load with promises to return to the hospital at less “visiting hours” time to jump her car and bring it back. So it was a funny little spin on our “uneventful” discharge from the hospital. 


Back at home the girls went down for their much-needed naps, Matt and I ate lunch, Hannah was fed/rediapered, Mat started and I transferred laundry, and we proceeded to settle in. After caring for Hannah’s needs, I started to nod off on the couch (something about having slept a total of 7 hours over the past 3 nights) and found my refuge snuggling Ms. Hannah in my own bed. I awoke groggily to a confusing scene of people coming in to visit, later streaming it all together to being various instances of my girls and Matt beckoning me to dinner. Homemade pizza, thanks for the expert cooking of my Mom and the girls’ topping distribution, hit the spot in more ways than one. 

With bedtime around the corner, the girls played, cleaned up (reluctantly) and were ushered back into a variation of their normal routine (extra cuddling was needed for the toddler and extra attention for the preschooler to reassure them without words that they are still “our girls” and are not being replaced). Hannah was gracious to snuggle my mom with minimal vocalizing. 😉

After the girls were tucked into bed, Matt and Mom left to go retrieve Mom’s car and enjoy the fun of night-time grocery shopping. That left Hannah and I and a quiet house. Hannah HIGHLY reluctantly received her first bath at home 

 Sponge bath = no good.

and then found her comfort in the swaddling wrap. 

 Swaddling wrap = good.

And then I got to sit down here in the quiet and record the blessings of the first few days of “the five of us” while yawning. =)

So thus far on out there will probably be a little lull of “long” blog posts. You can only do a “new family” the right way once so I’d like to turn my attention from the blog/electronic communications to communicating love, trust, and full attention (or as much as can be given between naps) to this wonderful family in which God has graced us.


Thank you for your love and support and encouragement. 

We are so excited and delight to get the opportunity to settle in to 

“the five of us”. =)


Country Frog Huntin’

One last story about our mini-vacation that I wanted to share with you:

We had many opportunities to take life at a simpler pace. So if you could take life at a simpler pace what would you do?

Frog catching, of course!!!

Matt set aside his morning devotions Bible on our walk back from the wooden bench swing to return to his childhood.

Despite nearly catching one poor, slimy victim (he grazed through Matt’s hand), our frog-hunting experience did not produce “a big one for the camera.”-

I’m sure my one-hit-wonder theme song “Water Serpent” didn’t aid in Matt’s catching success.  Oh you haven’t heard that wonderful song? You poor, deprived people. Well I’ll share the lyrics with you…

“Water serpent… coming to bite your face off.
Water serpent… out of the mud.
Water serpent… coming to bite your face off.
Water serpent… he’ll drink your blood.” 

Now do you see why Matt’s concentration could have been slightly off?

He’s still my hero regardless. 😉

Returning

Matt and I went away for a few days this past week – just the two of us. Our little girls stayed at Grandma and Grandpa’s house with a slumber party at a dear friend’s house for one night while Mommy and Daddy got away.
We ventured a whole whopping hour away – not really going a far distance, but certainly traveling a far emotional distance. It was the longest I had ever left our youngest, who will be 2 in June. Honestly, it’s not my distrust for people or my insecurity in leaving her (though in some moments I surely was more concerned about her than our brave three year old), but it was just that with two young children the opportunity hardly ever presents itself to leave them for more than a date night away. They are work, that we know, and yet they’re also the norm for us.
Matt thought it a good time to get away and have a few days to ourselves to celebrate our 5 year anniversary early, since late-August (our anniversary) I am going to be “great with child” and since the second trimester of pregnancy seems to carry less symptoms and more coasting. So we left our home in wonderful care of our cats and a friend and fellow past and current youth group members to “check in on”.
When our tomtom started inventing roads we knew we were getting close to our destination, breaking away from civilization into the farmlands of the nearby country. A large rock marking the gravel road to the property only seemed fitting. Twisting through the woods at 5 miles an hour we broke into a clearing of 71 acres of beautiful land. Four ponds, trees and shade, wooded paths, and a two story manor house welcomed us to our new home for a few days. Luxury breathed deep through beautiful wooden floors, large four-posted beds, various sitting/quiet rooms, a dining room that could easily hold twelve with care, large decks with patio furniture, a basement with ping-pong and a pool table, and three separate and private rooms with bathtub, sitting area and King-sized beds. Hopsitality and luxury breathed from the place. And we drank deep.
The wooded paths welcomed conversations, the bench-swings overlooking the ponds brought dreaming and reflecting, the downstairs couch and “movie theater” area delighted laughter that found us smothering ourselves in it’s cushions and streaming tears. Away with your best friend is more than wonderful. More than delightful.
There was also work to be done, times of homeschool planning (I’m now 3 weeks ahead!), VBS material studying, and recipe reviewing/tagging. We wanted to use our time to relax, but also to get a leg up on a few lingering projects and take advantage of the uninterrupted time (a true luxury for us both).
And then the trip away took the turn most trips take – no, not to the fighting or the bickering, but to the “ready to go home” phase. We looked around us at all the place had to offer and both said, “we miss our girls…. our home…” You know, I think time away is a wonderful thing, a break in the normal routine, a time to reconnect and set time apart for each other. But I can honestly say that I think Matt and I do a good job of that on a pretty regular basis. We didn’t come into this weekend not knowing each other, having neglected each other at home. Quite the contrary, we do make a very serious effort to remain best friends amidst the normal (though we all have busy weeks here and there). With the girls’ schedule, we have a lot of time to be “just us” in the evenings (2+ hours at least 3 nights a week). We treasure that time, whether it’s in watching a show together or working alongside each other in a united goal to homeschool our kids or serve the church, or whether it’s laundry or just melting into the couch together. That being said, we came to the time away with no agenda or past scars to fix, but instead with the same priorities to listen and share and love as we have at home.
And we both agreed on the car ride to our time away and we’ve agreed before that we really like our life. We love where we are right now – me at home, homeschooling, wonderful kids, the church, the house (even with her repair needs), devotions, the youth group, our families, even seminary in it’s demanding moments… we’re both just really satisfied. Really happy. Really blessed.
When you go into a time away with that heart, you find it completely acceptable to cut the trip one “night sleep” (as we describe it to Rachael) early and scoop up your kids early because you just want to snuggle them and be around them again. You find it fitting to spend some of the last day reminiscing about your own bed, those annoying meows of the “feed me” cats, the diaper laundry and other laundry awaiting you, the graduation parties and celebrations coming over the next few days that you want to be ready for… the home that you have left and love so dearly.
Sure our household has it’s flaws and it’s frustrations, last time I checked none of us are perfect. But it’s ours. It’s us. Those little voices over the baby monitor, the urgency of the morning cat feeding, the hallway light flickering from a bad wiring, the dishes piling in the sink, the smelling of socks to verify clenliness, the rocking of the over-packed washer… it’s all us. And it’s loved.
So after a wonderful time away, we returned to the delight of our normal…. and we’re grateful.
– Blessed.

Our Vacation

  1. Laughing until tears came to our eyes and we buried our faces in the couch.
  2. Quiet swinging on the wooden bench-swing while overlooking the gentle water’s ripples and listening to God’s orchestra of birds.
  3. Getting stuck on logs, going in circles and “back petal, back petal” in “we’re going to have to go to couples counseling after this” paddle boat laughter.
  4. Just sitting beside you, cuddled up on the couch with bowl of popcorn in hand to watch an uninterrupted movie in the middle of the afternoon.
  5. Dreaming about the delights of the days after our family adds in Hannah Joy – the challenges that we will overcome and the wonderful delights of a new snuggler.
  6. Just together… just us… and drinking it in. 
    (sigh) …vacation…

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