The New Year found us home and celebrating with Gabe's parents, dog, and the socially handicapped gentleman who currently lives with them. That night nestled warm in pajamas by the fire, after family left and the house felt altogether too quiet, we poured hearts out while Gabe tip-tapped away on his lap top each of our own personal lists of resolutions for the brand new year. The kids were precious. Two categories. Things we'd like to learn, though I kept thinking to myself, "Now, when will I have the time and energy to do that?!" And the other for areas we want to see growth, deliverance, and victory. The kids quickly came on board after just a few examples. We really need Jesus here, but he's faithful and I was reminded of the power we have over these sins and struggles altogether. It's not a lost hopeless reckless year we have to enter into. I'm thankful. I'm excited to see how God takes this list and transforms the lives of my children, my husband, and me.
I had just a few good days of what it truly felt to be healthy again. It was wonderful! I realized it was 11 am and I hadn't needed to take Tylenol yet. It was the day Gabe returned to work and the day I was alone to tackle picking up the pieces of no routine and starting back up again. Now the familiar signs and symptoms of a full blown head cold have made its unwelcome return as of yesterday. Or is it allergies? I'm new to them and not exactly sure when peak seasons are. Though I'm hopeful it's just a season and will pass quickly, the kids are ever faithful to pray over me, for our baby, and all thanks to and reinforced by a simple verse they learned in Sunday school 'A prayer offered in faith will make a sick person well.'
New baby kicks and moves more noticeably these days. I am certain the first of which was felt around 13 weeks which comes as no surprise seeing as I know this thing by now as well exhibiting the design of a thinner frame. Keeping up with new baby, sickness that loomed over the span of before Thanksgiving to just up until this recent as of yesterday cold, to nursing a small giant started to take its toll on someone other than me. After several mornings of crisp dry diapers, not much to boot during the day, and a fussy lethargic leech in the meantime we ended our nursing days and have moved onto brighter and better days! Though always tough to say goodbye to days that seem to somehow hold onto newborn ways, we welcome change for this season and still manage to squeeze in a nurse here and there for comfort purposes, 'pretend nursing' as we joke. I am still the center of number 4's world and when we wake in the night, whereas before nursing was the preferred choice, now we hug and cuddle and I preform hand massages that by the low light of the hallway night light I can see eyes closed as tight as can be with the biggest grin showing this love chunk of mine melting away into baby hand massage heaven. I laugh! Would someone please give me a hand massage at 2:30 am? I am thankful for what new seasons bring and that it doesn't mean I'm done being mama and comforter though nostalgia and flesh at times would tell me otherwise. It's just different and that's OK.
Asher is steady at the books. Steady on the questions and sometimes rather hard ones where I just have to respond, "Let me think about that one." A most recent special endeavor is hearing him read from Proverbs each morning. When you can read the Bible, WOW, I think we accomplished it! 'Learn to read. Read to learn' never seemed so profound. He's got the whole book at his finger tips now, still needing help with those big words and names but so do I at times. God's own breathed words. It's almost magical you could say. And he's able at any point to make this thing more his own.
Sophia and Liam play and bond, play and bond. I forget they are are my closest in age and the older girl-boy combo is an awesome and very complimenting thing to see.
We are ALL back to early bed times, quiet days inside, loving Gabe's special returns home, well thought out and prepared meals just us, and as one of my resolutions stands/stood now that I 'was' feeling better meals to share with others again. It's a go go go kind of season (inside) so when my calendar for the week tells me I have NO WHERE to go from Monday-Friday I sigh BIG sighs of relief. I do! I was made to be home and while this season permits it I will praise Him mightily for it!
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