My dear friend inspired me to write something simple.
(Not in any particular order) The past week I;
-said goodbye to my husband who will be gone for 8 days – missed him especially on valentine’s day – made some new memories with my sisters – showed our basement house to a family of three and all of a sudden fell in love with our home and didn’t want to leave – was given a date to move out of our house – baked from scratch numerous times this week (not at all typical for me) –
(taken with our camera before Ted left)
-dreamt about our future – watched my son try to crawl and bash his lip, not once, not twice, but three times- cried myself to sleep – did a paper heart photoshoot with a point and shoot camera and was surprisingly impressed with how they turned out – missed our canon 30d and 50 mm lens – painted – caved and drank Dr.Pepper twice – took care of my teething boy whose top two teeth started emerging – slept very little during the evenings – decided “napping when he napped” was the best bet to staying sane this week
(taken with an HP)
-appreciated teething tablets, teething binkys and teething bibs more than every before – took care of many blowout diapers since Chase began eating baby food – realized I’ve only worked out 4 times in the past month and used the excuse of being discouraged – watched the olympics almost every night – bit my nails off while watching the olympic sports – built a wall that I’m not sure I will ever tear down again- coloured my sister’s hair and was tempted to colour mine black again – bought a box of burgundy to colour my “signature piece” (haha) but it instead coloured everything dark and it made me cry, that’s what I get for going on a whim.
(taken with my phone)
– realized again how fragile my feelings can be if I’m not guarded – wrote fewer blogs then normal – gave Chase his 3rd bath in an actual bath tub – watched as my husband was terribly wounded yet responded in love (I learn a lot from him) – worked on Chase’s book – worked on our wedding book – had the crazy desire to be pregnant again (right now) – struggled with trusting God in and with everything but know he’s got my back.