So, yeah, my blog is doing something funky. And I barely have time to post, so trying to problem-solve what the heck is wrong is probably not going to happen. Any advice out there? Do you know how I can get rid of that annoying pop-up from photobucket, and how to get my (lame as it is) blog "design" back?
Thanks to any and all who can offer input! I'll try to repay you with a mildly entertaining post in the near future. =)
Monday, November 28, 2011
Tuesday, November 01, 2011
Revisiting the list!
Remember this? Time to document the good stuff that I love about my husband!
#30 - Yesterday was Kevan's first day off in a long time, and he woke up with a double ear infection. After coming home from the doctor's, he said to me "Hey hon, I still want to help you out today. What can I do?" There is so much love packed in that question, with aching ears and throat raw from coughing. And, make no mistake, this is not a man submitting to a wife who "runs the show" around the house...this is a MAN who humbly and sacrificially wants to serve his wife because he knows thats what a LEADER does...even when he feels like doing the exact opposite. (For the record, he did insist on helping out with the kids for a while, then I sent him to bed!)
#31 - In June of last year, when I was 8 months pregnant with Elijah, I was in a car accident in my own neighborhood. A young guy came barreling around a corner while I was stopped at a stop sign. He slammed into the driver's side of my car before spinning out of control and going through a brick wall. Thankfully, miraculously, neither of us was seriously hurt. But the guy who hit me was nearly in shock and felt awful about what he'd done. (There I was -- 8 months pregnant -- and his girlfriend had a newborn baby at home.) You know what my husband did that night? And I still can't believe this. He bought a card, made some cookies, and personally delivered them to the guy who recklessly plowed into my car that morning. His card offered forgiveness and he gave him the address to our church. From a guy who is BIG on justice and not big on mercy, this was a huge act of compassion (and evidence of God at work in his life). Love that story, and want to remember.
PS: On a completely separate note: Soon-to-be Son has been awake in his crib since 5:15 a.m. yelling "MINE!!" and "NO!!" and kicking the rails and mattress. A temper tantrum at 5:15 in the morning? God help us, let's hope we can turn this day around!
#30 - Yesterday was Kevan's first day off in a long time, and he woke up with a double ear infection. After coming home from the doctor's, he said to me "Hey hon, I still want to help you out today. What can I do?" There is so much love packed in that question, with aching ears and throat raw from coughing. And, make no mistake, this is not a man submitting to a wife who "runs the show" around the house...this is a MAN who humbly and sacrificially wants to serve his wife because he knows thats what a LEADER does...even when he feels like doing the exact opposite. (For the record, he did insist on helping out with the kids for a while, then I sent him to bed!)
#31 - In June of last year, when I was 8 months pregnant with Elijah, I was in a car accident in my own neighborhood. A young guy came barreling around a corner while I was stopped at a stop sign. He slammed into the driver's side of my car before spinning out of control and going through a brick wall. Thankfully, miraculously, neither of us was seriously hurt. But the guy who hit me was nearly in shock and felt awful about what he'd done. (There I was -- 8 months pregnant -- and his girlfriend had a newborn baby at home.) You know what my husband did that night? And I still can't believe this. He bought a card, made some cookies, and personally delivered them to the guy who recklessly plowed into my car that morning. His card offered forgiveness and he gave him the address to our church. From a guy who is BIG on justice and not big on mercy, this was a huge act of compassion (and evidence of God at work in his life). Love that story, and want to remember.
PS: On a completely separate note: Soon-to-be Son has been awake in his crib since 5:15 a.m. yelling "MINE!!" and "NO!!" and kicking the rails and mattress. A temper tantrum at 5:15 in the morning? God help us, let's hope we can turn this day around!
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