"For You O Lord are a shield about me, You are the glory and lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3

"For You O Lord are a shield about me, You are the glory and lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3

Monday, June 25, 2012

A Water Gun

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.

Because I have to believe some folks don't understand the masterpiece being crafted daily by the Father who calls them blessings, a heritage from His kingdom.  Despite the plenty of challenges and moments of ugliness that come with raising little girls, the gold in them shines through and like any mama knows, we have been entrusted with royalty.  These little ladies are world changers and we are blessed to have them in our care.
While I am tempted at times to respond with loaded inspiration or explanation to the lady in the frozen food section and her comments, sometimes I wish I just had a water gun.
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.
Meanwhile, we're having us a fabulous June.

The calendar of nothingness continues a delivery of summer perfection.

One of our summer weekly regulars on the menu, chicken and veggie kabobs.  The thing that makes it so good is a simple vinaigrette dressing.  May I suggest this one used like a marinade.
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.
Simple Vinaigrette/Marinade
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.
Ah the pool.
Right now, the pool is my best friend.  I've never been super pregnant in the summer so this is new for me.
I can deal.
I can't get enough lemonade, cheese cubes, floating in the pool, and this baby's ruffled bottom.

In the ebb of flow of a wide open schedule, we have happily accommodated celebrations into the line up.

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.
We were blessed to be a part of this night.  Blessed to call them friends and have them in our lives.
The bride's sweet mama brought the girls beautiful dresses, necklaces, and little pink Bibles with their names embroidered on them.  We love Sherri, love her to bits.

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.
 We took our celebrating hearts on into the rest of the weekend.

My childhood friend and her family came to stay.  Becca and I grew up down the street from each other, were roommates in college, and today, she's a sister to me.
There is something so surreal and fun about watching our families play and be together, knowing these were once games of pretend, games of house, now a reality and sweetness we have come to know.
 Alice and Jenna

We played on campus, made messes at dinner, and let babies stay up way too late playing.  Taking time away from conversation to be mamas and daddies, changing diapers and helping kiddos make better choices.

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.
These babies are loud, and messy, and challenging, and offer plenty of moments for my self-examining mirror to go from a hand-held compact size to a 360 degree, floor length mirror that reflects brightly every ounce of flaw and ugliness in my heart.  All mamas know, this motherhood thing is hard, really hard.  Far from perfection and instead the opportunity for forgiveness and grace.

And for now, I will be adding an assortment of water guns to my grocery list.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Father's Day Wishes

The weekend served it up.  He was home and we love it when he's home.  He brings a pace with him and his loud, joyful voice shifts the atmosphere of this house of pink.  It's just better when he's near.  
A celebration of his wonderfulness on the horizon.   Babies cruising around smelling like sunshine, giggling, and dragging snacks and lovies close behind.
And the catalyst propelling us into a weekend full of family and time together, another trip to the zoo.
My friends Jen, Liza, and Shannon brought their babies for a fun day at the zoo.  These lovely ladies were tokened treasures of answered prayer when I first moved to Norman, not knowing anyone.  Today, the treasure is even more sacred as our friendships have molded and changed into mamas on this journey of motherhood and relationship, surrounded by many gifts of little ones.  
I knew we were in for a great weekend with a start like this.
Our Bella will be here soon.
I woke up one day and intensely craved for her room to be ready and completed.  My mama was a blessing to us.  She loaned us all of her nursery furniture from her house, helping to prepare Bella's nursery and making it ready for her arrival.
We are beyond grateful.
One night last week, the hubs Thundered Up, which means pacing in the living room and hollering player's names while I made some popcorn and went to work.
Welcome little one, we love you already.

The girls trickle in here every day just staring and waiting.  In their minds the room makes her more real and even more excitement brews.

Soon baby girls, soon.
After some nesting and preparing, we headed to Texas to see Chris' family.  We only get to see them a few times a year so these visits feel like a roller coaster on steroids.  We go hard, play hard, and babies catch sleep when they can.

Alice, Sophie, and a few cousins wasted no time and poured out of the house early for some playing in their jammies while others slept in after staying up into the early morning hours on palettes watching movies and painting nails.

We ran errands, went through tons of popsicles, and swam in the pool way past the pruning toes phase.

Plenty of time to catch moments of pure delight and lovin'.
I love watching him love on these baby girls.  Skip the jewelry, fancy dinners, and bouquets of roses.
Just give me this man kissing these babies until they giggle so hard no sound comes out, and my heart swoons.  Melts.
I mean she is after all completely edible and scrumptious.

We made sure we spent enough time making enough memories to last us until the winter when we'll meet up again.  We left with sad hearts but excited for the visit to come when we welcome another cousin into the fold.
We headed home for our own memories awaiting us.

Father's Day.
Around these parts, Father's Day is the hub's day to choose everything.  We let him sleep in, choose the meal locations, and release him from all duties of wiping faces and bottoms.

It's a merry day indeed.
A Father's Day wish...yellow cake with chocolate icing.  I had plenty of little hands ready to make that wish come true, including Bunny.  That little body squirmed with delight on the counter, mixing and shrieking.  And maybe she shoved her hands in the batter a few times.

Next stop, a trip to the pool to accommodate more of daddy's wishes.

We swam and operated in our zone defense of our 3 little fish each jumping, diving for toys at the bottom of the pool, and pleading for push pops.
More wishes granted.
I love Father's Day.  I love this wonderful husband who has immersed himself into fatherhood, loving these girls so well with pursuit and tenderness.
I love how the Father richly fulfills His promise as a Father to the fatherless.
How He sees the little girl in me, missing her own daddy.
I know he would see her husband and know his little girl is well taken care of beyond his own wishes.
I know he would receive Hallmark cards and framed pictures of his little girl holding her little girls.
My heart bursts with gratitude how He continues to meet the little girl in me, in this place, and overwhelm my heart with comfort and joy.

I love this day.  I loved everything about it.
In love with this gift of marriage from the Lord for the daddy in this house of pink.

We love you.  Oh how we love you more than you'll ever know.