I met a man at a wedding this weekend who shook my hand with the most sincere smile and told me how he raised 4 girls alongside his wife, how wonderful it was, how my life has greatness on the horizon.
A refreshing and much needed conversation for this mama's heart.
Lately, the comments haven't been so pleasant. There is something about this growing belly that somehow solicits an approach from strangers that usually follow along the line of how disappointed I must be knowing my baby is another girl and not a boy.
How I should just wait until they're all teenagers and then I'll know misery.
How hard my life must be because I have all girls, many girls, so close in age.
At times, the regularity of comments come in waves while we're grocery shopping, playing at the park, running errands. The comments come in front of my babies. At times I smile and respond in gratitude of how blessed we are. Other times I don't respond at all.
Maybe I'll just smile because deep down I know the truth of contending for these babies and the joy and thankfulness that runs deep in my soul...and hose her down while she chuckles and grabs her broccoli.
I'm thinking about it.
Chop your veggies and in a separate container from your chopped chicken. Dump this goodness over each bowl, cover and store until the hubs gets home or you get the notion to throw it all on the grill. Viola, come and get it because dinner is served.
1/4 c. balsamic vinegar
1 c. olive oil
2 cloves diced garlic
2 spoons of dijon mustard
It's a nice aroma filling your house while you're gone for the day, preferably gone somewhere fun.
I can deal.
I can't get enough lemonade, cheese cubes, floating in the pool, and this baby's ruffled bottom.
Our dear friends Rowdy and Toni were married this weekend. I can't begin to describe how overjoyed we are for them. A story of a couple placing their stake in the ground of steadfast pursuit of the Father and waiting on Him, knowing His highest and best is the only thing they want.
The night was simply wonderful and our babies drank it up.
Toni, the beautiful bride. I love this friend of mine. She came into our lives as a college freshman, in her Kappa gear with a summer tan and the sweetest heart. Years of friendship and welcoming her into our family has brought us immense joy. All who know her agree, she is just a blessing. Her hubs is the berries. And to celebrate her marriage this weekend was just the icing on top.
Alice and Jenna
We love it when the Thompson's come to town and it makes me wish we still lived down the street from each other, just a bike ride away. For now, we love our crammed visits of chaos and babies.
We like 'em a lot.
And for now, I will be adding an assortment of water guns to my grocery list.