Friday, October 11, 2013

I've been married six years, do you want my advice?

When my husband and I first started spending a lot of time together, I seemed to have a lot of conversations with people who wondered what we had in common. "What do you guys like to do?"
I would open my mouth as if I had an answer ready and then realize "wait... what do we like to do?"
Part of me would panic as I questioned our entire relationship wondering how smart it would be to marry someone with whom I had so few interests in common.



I'll tell you what we don't do:
We aren't that couple who bike (or hike, or run, or ski, or even go to the gym together)
We don't travel (unless you count 30 minutes to IKEA for fish and chips on Fridays for $1.99)
We can't afford to be foodies or movie aficionados, even if we wanted to be.
We're not "dog people" or even "cat people."
We don't play sports, and although I follow some baseball, my enthusiasm for football rarely exceeds that of having a bowl of chili (or a hot dog) while the game is on in the background. My husband, on the other hand, could tell you that Shaquille O'Neal missed 5,317 free throws in his NBA career. (if you asked, of course.)
I like romantic comedies and dramas. He likes action and thrillers.
I have a sweet tooth. He has a steak tooth.
I'm a bit of a neat freak (or at least used to be) and he is... well, he has his own way ;)

The main thing we hold in common is our faith. We both share a faith in God and in Jesus Christ as our savior and redeemer. We both choose to worship together several times each week. We both strive to live our lives according to that faith and seek to base all other decisions on that faith. I'd say that's a pretty good starting point!

The other thing we do is laugh.

 I didn't really think about it much until I came across this picture recently, but we laugh a lot. We laugh at ourselves, at each other (with love), and with each other. One of my favorite things about Chris is his sense of humor. Ladies- look for a man who will make you laugh. I consider it a source of pride when I make him laugh. His humor is pretty discerning; no lazy jokes allowed. He makes me think.
Now that we have three small children, the opportunities for laughter have increased exponentially. Our family is a laughing family. Our hopes for our family are our joint mission.
We have a unity in our faith, a lightness in our laughter, and a purpose in our family.


So after all that anxiety at the beginning, I've found that what we do together is Faith, Laughter and Family.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

The one where I make all the chaos sound ok

I didn't invent the concept of turning around my complaints and frustrations to see the blessings for which I should be grateful. I'm going to do a post about it anyway because I agree with those who say that gratitude and thankfulness are good medicine. Really good medicine.

Our bathtub is somehow causing a leak in our kitchen ceiling... again.
Thankfully we still haven't patched the original hole in the kitchen ceiling from the last time it did that, 3 years ago.

We still haven't patched that hole in the kitchen ceiling from 3 years ago.
Thankfully we didn't spend any money on fancy ceiling tiles or anything since it is leaking again.

Until we get a proper electrician in to add an outlet or two in our hallway upstairs, we won't be able to run the space heater that keeps us from freezing our toes off at night.
Thankfully we'll have an excuse to cuddle together under blankets and read stories more often.

I just never seem to have enough time to sew or do some of the other projects that I enjoy.
Thankfully I know how to sew, own a machine, have a dedicated space for it and do occasionally get to spend time with it. Thankfully I'm not responsible for sewing all our family's clothing myself. 

I'm so tired from being busy during the day and then losing sleep to a teething, nursing infant. I don't remember what a full night's sleep feels like.
Thankfully my sleep habits won't be too shocked if I were to have another baby, or if a friend called and needed help in the middle of the night, or if sickness kept me up with another child.

I probably don't need to mention how the laundry piles should remind me of how blessed we are to have ample clothing for every season and size and sometimes style that we want or need. Or how the stacks of dishes speak to how well fed my family is.

I struggle with the comparison game. Discontentment is such a heavy weight. It drags my thoughts from thankfulness back into bitterness, envy and self-pity. I'm too sleep deprived at the moment to go much further with the point of how our human side makes us want to fit in and be "normal" so we strive to keep an appearance, at least, of having our ducks in a row. But then we keep trying to tell ourselves that our spiritual priorities are all that really matter, while simultaneously pinning 3-4 home improvement ideas that seldom come to fruition.

Ultimately, when I feel discontentment tugging me down that spiral of "my-house-is-going-to-be-declared-unfit-and-donated-to-the-zoo-for-storing-animal-feed" I NEED to start listing what I'm thankful for.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

No No Chocolate

My husband made this video for our son who has been sneaking into the pantry and eating chocolate chips.



I asked him what the video was about. 
He said "dat man said 'no chotat'" 
I said, yes, and do you think he was talking to you?
Yes.
Why? What did you do?
Eat chotat.
And did you ask?
No.
And was that right? or wrong?
Wahn.
So you're not going to it again.
Why?
Let's watch it again.