Creative juice outlet is in the Youth Stake Production. 4-6 weeks of creating, planning, phone calls, mutuals, extra rehearsal and the finale. Nearing the end of it, I'm about spent. I call my mother to talk over with her the excitement of it all and the woes of motherhood not up to par. It's forever comforting to have a good pair of ears who listen, a mind that understands and a heart that loves me.
Reflection has been bitter-sweet for April...no, that's not true. It has been savory-like a well seasoned piece of...no, no, that's not it. More like a solid, brown sweet potato you buy at the store. It doesn't look like much, but cook it for a while, slice it open and the orange flesh is surprisingly satisfying and delicious when partaken. When I turned 31 in 2012, Epic, was the word that kept coming to mind with how my year would play out. Sounds like an adventure, right? Oh, it was. My Epic year cast light on and took me through a spilling handful of experiences that exposed some of my deepest vulnerabilities. Some were because I opted to take the road less traveled, others came from divine lessons aptly timed, and others were effects from others choices. Through them, God was faithful. I felt each of the lessons in the opposing realities of light and dark in their strange and brilliant hues. Human capacities to feel absolutely amaze me!
The excitement of a new year for me is here! 32 sounds amazing! I am loving it. I love being me. I love all of my unanswered questions about life. I am a believer of Jesus Christ as the only way to happiness. I am a seeker of peace. Blessing, blessings, blessing flow from the Giver of all that is good. Life is wonderfully the same, and in so many ways different. Life hurts. Life heals.
Something of no consequence to the outside world is that I have come to terms with the fact that in no way, shape, form or miracle will God allow my physical body to function properly on less than 9 hours of sleep (10 or 11 is great). And since several naps a day are not an option, I've decided I'm going to do it. No longer is it logical to wake up early. Go to bed early! Then, Then, THEN wake up early. Silly and simple and wonderful.
Though Minnesota had plenty of snow in April, the days that allowed the sun to peek through were delightful enough (that I didn't comment ONCE on facebook about the weather and my dislike).
And if I so had time to update my blogs more, I totally would. I love to go on an on about something for a while, it's therapeutic. Joe and my girls are my life. My whole days revolve around them, I guess that when I get a little time to myself, it's nice to write about things I think, or do or see. Because I'm still me. A me that is growing into a mother. And a wife to a great man whom I adore and love with all that is silent and loud within me.
Enough about me. Here are a few pictures, months behind, but ones I'd love to share :)
I had my personal techie (Joe) download some pictures...here we go!
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| Ahhhhh. Nothing like that! |
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| Oh, Ho, the Snow! And the awesome man who digs us out!! |
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| Xela treated us to "Xela's Restront" She prepared a lot of the food, took orders and served us. It was wonderful! |
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| So proud that she can hold our (chubby) baby :) |
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| And the Phantom Anne moving in the background. |
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| Chew Toy Extraordinaire! |
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| 2 weeks of the stroller for her leg pain. All is well now :) |
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| (Sorry) Enjoying the noisemaker someone gave to us |
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| Serving her family for dinner! |
Just so you know, if I were stranded on a desert island, I would want to have sweet potatoes with me. I think April is the best month of the year. I have 4 delightful daughters. I will be asleep in less than 12 minutes.
And I married Joe Black-and that has made all the difference.
2 comments:
I wish I had a mom to call. I mean, I do have a mom who I love, but she is both unavailable for long conversations and doesn't relate at all to the difficulties of being a stay-at-home mother. Sigh. I'm glad you have that outlet.
I do have a wonderful sister I can chat with about such things, but her little ones pull at her and the talks always end abruptly. Thus is life!
I can't function on less than 8 hours, but I get 6-7 every night because I can't pull myself away from chatting with my husband. It seems like a good reason to stay up, but man I pay for it later. I need to recommit to an earlier bedtime!
I appreciate your good attitude about things.
You are awesome!
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