on why I’m too busy to blog
top ten things I miss about my husband
Deployments are hard. They are hard on the soldier, the spouse and the kids.
The top ten things I miss about my husband are:
- His smiles. Plural. Because you know the one you love has so many different smiles. The smile for the kids when he is eating pretend cake. The smile for me when he says “dinner was great, really.” The genuine smile later when he says “well, it could have used a little more seasoning.” The smile of desire. The smile of teasing. The little smile that gives away his white lie.
- His support. No marriage is perfect. No mate without blame or error. He may not always show it but when I need it, I know I have his support.
- His sour attitude. Believe it or not, I miss being able to tease him out of a bad mood. I miss being able help him laugh it off. I miss being able to annoy him until he’s irritated at me instead of the situation that has him down.
- His sincerity. I miss his intensity when it comes to things that matter. God, me, his children.
- His strength. I can look at pictures of us when we were first dating and I remember those thoughts I had. Thoughts about how strong and tall he was. Eleven years later I know I was right, about his physical strength and his emotional strength. No hug feels like his.
- His spiritual leadership. I don’t expect my husband to pave a walkway from me to God. To me that is not what spiritual leadership is. He leads by example, whether it’s raw honesty about spiritual struggles or sharing of joys and triumphs, he shows me his relationship with God is real.
- His speaking to our kids. There are times when listening to Foster and his daddy talk about something is like watching a head-on collision. Neither of them are explaining well and neither are understanding the other. Most of the time, though, my husband delivers information to the kids in a way I never would have thought! He can remember and tell them all kind of facts from history, science, math or religion.
- His spanking our kids! For some reason (he doesn’t have to give spankings very often) just the thought of one from daddy is enough to straighten you right up. However, saying “we’ll see what daddy has to say about it when he gets home at 5:30” is much more intimidating than “we’ll see what daddy has to say when he gets home from halfway across the world in 144 days.”
- His sense of humor. You know how they say that after two people are together for so long they start to look alike? I think that’s true with their sense of humor, too. My husband is my buddy, we like to laugh together. We like to laugh at our kids, our families, sitcoms and ourselves. I just miss laughing with him.
- His sharing. When you’re married you share just about everything. I miss sharing the bed with him. I miss sharing stories from our day. I miss sharing our burdens and dreams and hopes. We have email and Skype but it’s not the same. I miss the kind of sharing that happens when you sit with a cup of coffee or drive down the road together.
on MLK and abortion
Yesterday was Sanctity of Human Life Sunday. Our Sunday school teacher said something yesterday toward the end of class that came up in my mind again this morning.
“Who knows where we would be {if all the babies lives hadn’t been ended}? We might have a cure for AIDS right now, a cure for cancer.”
I’ve written before about how I feel about abortion here. What struck me this Monday morning though, is the death of Martin Luther King, Jr. I was reading the tributes to him. Some of the articles about how he was also concerned about poverty and other inequalities (not just racial inequality). He was a wonderful leader. An activist, a minister, an inspiration. He was so valuable.
My question is this, for all those who are remembering him today, what if his mother had decided to end her pregnancy? What if his light had been extinguished before it had a chance to shine?
I can tell you what. Our world would be even darker than it is now.
The lesson yesterday centered around “what is the value of the human life?”
What was the value of Martin Luther King Jr.’s life?
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16
a new journey
This quote perfectly describes my new journey. I really didn’t think I would ever have the courage to start this journey but after watching this and this. I decided that it was time. No more excuses. I am going to do what I can to get my family headed in the right direction.
My explorations have begun with a TBR list that includes:
Deceptively Delicious Cookbook
In Defense of Food: An Eater’s Manifesto
100 Days of Real Food (blog)
Food Rules
A Short History of the American Stomach
We were pretty excited to add this to our kitchen:
good question
Yesterday when I had to go into the post office and stand in a very long line (again), I left Foster in the van with Parker, Theodore and Jonah. Foster came to sit on the floor of the van between our two middle seats so he could feed Jonah his snack.
When I returned we had this conversation…
Foster: “I think I’ll just stay here.”
Me: “Very funny. I don’t think so. Get back in your seat.”
Foster: “Why can’t I just stay here?”
Me: “Because it’s against the law, that’s why.”
Foster: “But if I’m down here the police can’t see me.”
Me: (thinking I’m so clever) “Yes but God CAN see you and he’ll know we are breaking the law.”
Foster: (as he’s getting back in his seat) “Well, then what about all the missionaries in other countries that are breaking the law and meeting in secret churches and witnessing in private?”
Me: (good grief) “That’s a good question, Foster. That’s a really good question.”
I knew that teaching my kids to think for themselves would come with consequences.
Weekly Wrap-Up: Jan. 6 – 12
We’ve had a full week! Keeping ourselves busy helps us deal with the big empty space in our family!
First, we baked some cupcakes to send to Daddy with our new cupcake maker. (Thanks Aunt Diane!)





























































