Monday, November 29, 2010
I long to see the back of my eyelids these days, but at the same time, I cannot keep myself from staring at my son's sweet face. Littlest A entered the word on a rainy Friday, Nov. 12th at exactly 10am. Laboring this little guy was anything but non-eventful, and B and I have laughed several times since then recalling the amount of "we'renotdoingthisagain" I whisper-yelled at him through the contractions (let's just say that epidural was not, in fact, my friend, as previously thought).
Anyways, this little guy has proven to be sweetness personified, as well as a medical marvel by managing to score an ear infection from the hospital and wowing medical professionals all around. He's also very gifted in his sensitivity with somehow developing "real tears," which makes for a very pitiful and sad cry.
Somehow, I flip from wanting it all to slow down to wishing these crazy first months away just so I can have the energy and sleep to actually relish in him, but at the same time, I'm just praying through our moments. We're definitely living moment-to-moment around here. Some are good, some are bad, and some....are really bad.;)
To expedite this post (because I'm probably needing to actually nap while I can), I do want to share in a bit of news. B accepted a new job as the Associate Pastor of Student Ministries at a Waco church, and we will be moving (!!!) in February. This decision has been really difficult, but in the end, we've felt peace about it. I can't believe we're actually moving AGAIN, but at the same time, our tiny home is feeling a leeeeetle snug with our new addition. I'm thankful that we do get to experience Christmas in it, however. We've haphazardly decorated with our tree already, and the star on top is somehow managing to stay crooked no matter how much we tweak it. I'm feeling a little like that as a mother, though--trying to lead my littles to Christ all the while feeling very, very human.
Thank goodness for grace.
And silent nights that eventually come (they have to, right?).
And for Jesus, who begins right where we end.
Posted by Alison at 4:25 PM