Tuesday, June 28, 2011

I love these three!

Last week I skyped with Brad, Katie, and Falkor (aka Buddy).  It was a lovely time!  They were sneaky and got some silly pictures of me yawning and such.  I, on the other hand, only got cute pictures like this one of them.


Sunday, June 26, 2011

My husband is a runner. and hot. A hot runner.

On Saturday, Josh and his friend Chris ran in his first race ever!  He has been preparing for a few weeks, so when race day came, I was very excited to cheer him on! 

The boys before the race.


...and they're off! Can you spot Josh?


I could spot Josh from a long ways away.  His goal was to finish the race in under 30 minutes.  When I spotted him, he still had 2 1/2 minutes to meet his goal!  I was so excited for him!


By this point, I was already waving and cheering and jumping.


Look at that excellent running posture and those barefoot running shoes!  Josh told me that he had been feeling like he couldn't finish strong, but when he saw me standing there he had the strength to pass the guy in the yellow, finish 22nd, and in 29:33!  Isn't that so sweet?  I was giddy about it all day :)


He took first in his age bracket and even got a lil' trophy :)


Here are the boys celebrating their victories (Chris took 3rd!)


I was so excited for Josh and so proud of him for training hard, pushing through the pain, and achieving his goal!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Home.

There is a difference between having a house, and having a home.  A house is a building that is purchased and occupied.  A home is a sanctuary of love, family, fellowship, and peace.  I've been thinking a lot about the idea of what "home" really is lately.  Mostly because ours is currently up for sale, which is causing me to look around more and appreciate the familiarity and comfort of the home we have created the last three years.  The feeling of "home" is something that will elude me for this next season of my life.  When our house sells, we'll be living in a transitional apartment, and after that moving to another country.  How long will it take for either of those places to feel like home for me? Will they ever?  Do I really believe and live by what I've always said, "Josh's arms are my home, wherever we are together, is home."  Oh I hope that it will be that simple!  This is something I've been pondering, and in that pondering I find myself clinging to the home-y-ness of the nest we have built together.

Home is: where our cute puppy lives.

Home is: owning every inch of a place, and doing what we want with it.  For example, Josh rollerblading in the unfinished basement and letting Buddy chase him.

Home is: Putting on comfy clothes and cuddling all night with Buddy, being refreshed and resting.


Home is: decorating our temporary mini-bedroom with balloons that each have different reasons why I love Josh on them, and red lights to make the room glow.

 Home is: taping a handmade poster on the bedroom closet. Shmily stands for "See How Much I Love You". I hung this poster on the back wall of Impact (under the tech booth) on a Sunday morning for Josh to see while he was speaking. He enjoyed the surprise (even if it almost made him lose his train of thought) and we kept it to remember that moment.

Home is: 'Shmily' sticky notes all over the house. 

What is your idea of home?  What is it about the place that you live that makes it feel like home?

Thursday, June 16, 2011

What I should have said.

As I walked into the bathroom tonight, I didn't plan on making small talk with the three teenage girls that occupied it.  In fact, I was in a bit of a rush to get past them because they were teasing each other by holding the bathroom door shut, forcing me out to wait to enter as well.

I walked in and weaved my way through the two girls looking in the mirror, not really paying attention to what they looked like, when I heard a third voice say from a stall, "I wish I had my phone, I really want to know what time it is."  As the other two girls responded with apologies for not having their phones either, I reached into my pocket and took the risk of being an awkward bathroom eavesdropper and solved the mystery of what time it was for them.

I responded with, "Um... it's 5:52, not to be weird or anything."

"Thank you!" was the response.  Followed by, "I love your shoes!"

She was referring to my sparkly Toms. I responded with an enthusiastic "Thanks!" (because I love them too) and considered telling her about Toms shoes, but felt like it was just too weird to talk from a bathroom stall. By now my shoe-admirer was washing her hands out and washing her hands.

She went on, "They're so sparkly.  They're like princess shoes.  I wish I was a princess.  Or some kind of royalty. I'm not though, I don't feel like that ever. I'm just normal, plain, Abby."

In my head, I immediately responded with, "No you aren't, Abby!  You are the daughter of a King! You are an heir to the Throne.  You are a princess in Gods eyes.  You ARE royalty." What a great response, right?  If only it wasn't IN MY HEAD.

But the potential for awkwardness locked my lips, and and where encouragement should have been have been spoken, only silence was heard.  Hurriedly, I finished what I was doing and walked out of the stall to start a conversation, but I was just in time to see them walking out.  When I say "see" I mean, their backs and not their faces.  As I washed my hands, I began mentally beating myself up for missing the chance to share with three vulnerable, insecure girls about who their true identity is. Not giving up yet, I rushed out behind them hoping to catch them.

But they were gone.

and

I don't know their full names or what they look like.

So I can't tell them the truth about who they are.

and I regret holding onto those precious words and keeping them all to myself. I loathe my fear of being awkward or coming across as weird.  I missed my chance.  I blew it.

So I'm sorry, Abby.  I sure hope someone else tells you that you are a princess, and that the King of Kings calls you his daughter, his child, his precious one.  Because that's who you are, and you don't need sparkly shoes to claim those titles.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

It's always better when we're together.

Last Sunday was the start of three weeks of training in Indiana.  Now, I don't think that I was ever meant to just sit and listen all day... every day... but we are finding ways to keep things interesting :)



How does anyone take us seriously?  I have no idea.

Monday, June 13, 2011

The Last Gift.

Last Christmas, my family received the last gifts we will ever receive from my Great Grandma.  She wasn't there to give them to us in person because she was in the hospital, but everyone still appreciated her love and thoughtfulness, even in her absence.  Grandma always got us the best presents.  Things that were useful.  Like flashlights, socks, body wash, and shaving cream.  

A couple of weeks ago, before I climbed in the shower I realized I was out of shaving cream.  I began scouring the cupboards in our bathroom sure that there must be one bottle of shaving cream somewhere in there.

Sure enough, I found one last bottle, all wrapped up...


...and I just haven't been able to throw the wrapper away quite yet.
Thanks for all of the sweet gifts, Great Grandma!

Friday, June 10, 2011

Ohhh Buddy (aka Falkor)

Yesterday, we took Buddy to the vet to get groomed.  He always looks kind of ridiculous after his grooming appointments, but we really had no idea what was in store for us when we picked him up this time.   He went from looking like a slightly rastafarian version of himself; with curls that were more like dreadlocks and hair that was a couple of inches longer than a true Cavachon's should be.  

(This picture was taken on Tuesday)


To looking like this:



After his haircut, Josh and I couldn't help but notice his striking resemblance to a favorite childhood movie character, Falkor, from The Never Ending Story!



Go ahead, scroll back and forth and compare. Really, it's undeniable.


Poor little guy. He's a little insecure about his new 'do (hiding under the bed and obsessively licking himself and such), but we still think he's the cutest dog in the world.

Monday, June 6, 2011

The Class of 2011 (Yeah Brad!)

Yesterday, I watched the class of 2011 graduate from Lowell High School.  It was a very special occasion for a number of reasons.  Primarily, my (not-so-baby) Baby Brother graduated.  I almost started crying as they were all walking in front of us in the football stadium bleachers to the classic "Pomp and Circumstance".  Graduation started at 3:00 in the afternoon, but we had amazing seats because Greg went up to the high school at 10:00am to make sure we were front and center.  Because of our completely awesome seats, Brad saw us right away and gave us the cutest smile and wave I've ever seen.  He probably won't appreciate my use of the word "cute" in describing him, but it was that moment that literally brought tears to my eyes and caused me to pause and celebrate the man he has become the last 18 years of his life.  I am so proud of him!

The second reason it was a big deal is because this was the class that we started with when Josh began pastoring 4 years ago.  When he was hired, he said his goal was to stick around long enough to see the freshman graduate, and yesterday, they did.  So a lot of my "babies" were in the crowd and I was cheering for a lot of the kids that crossed the stage.  It was a big day for us.  A culmination. A mission accomplished.  Goal achieved.  We made it to the finish line with smiles on our faces and fond memories in our hearts.  Can you tell I'm a really sentimental person?  I really, really am.

It was the perfect occasion for my instax mini camera!  After the ceremony, Katie and I ran across the field in search of Brad and a few of my senior girls.  We had a lot of fun and I was very happy with how my pictures turned out.  

Brad and his best friend, Nick.

My darling Brandy.

Josh and I with the graduate, and me and my Sweet Girl.

Shannon and Marina

After the ceremony our family as well as our extended family (Grandma, Grandpa, Grandma Pat, Aunt Sue, Aunt Lori) all came back to my parents house for cake.  The crowd erupted in cheers when Brad walked in the door; cheers that weren't nearly as loud as those we let out as he walked across the stage, though!

:-) 

Congratulations everyone!