I am a believer in Jesus Christ as the Way, the Truth, and the Life.
I’ve been married since 2007 to a funny, charming, godly guy. We are in love like whoa. We choose each other every day and forgive each other and laugh a.whole.lot. Right now he is growing a beard, but he doesn’t like jokes about beard growing. We play a lot of Scrabble and drink a lot of coffee and we play crazy in the backyard with our kids.
We have the sweetest, sassiest tiny lady. Words fail. We waited almost three years for her. Miscarriage and infertility is a big part of our journey. You can read the Happy Baby’s story starting here. And my current thoughts on miscarriage and infertility here and here, in my open letter to infertility. Nearly five years after her adoption, we welcomed a little bear into the family – a baby brother for the sister who prayed so much for “a baby bruvver or a baby sister — or both!” We are really, really happy to be a party of four.
I’m a writer. Since that 3rd grade diary and those journals Ms. Cortazal made us keep in 5th grade and the term papers in high school that I, insanely, loved. I have some dreams about writing, but don’t know where they’re taking me now. I’m sort of waiting to hear God’s voice on them. And yes, I absolutely always sit on the floor, strategically in front of the bookcase when I write. (Possibly that is not true.)
I’m learning to be comfortable in my own skin, seeing as how it’s MY skin and all. Here are some things:
– We love having people in our home, cooking tasty food, drinking lots of coffee and sitting forever around the dinner table until we realize our bums are numb and hey, are those couches over there?! Those would be much nicer.
– I cry when children sing. It could be terrible or wonderful and I will cry.
– Most of my home is…like a flea market. Hand-me-downs, thrift finds, stuff I’ve had since I was a kid. I heart old stuff.
– I want to like tea more than coffee, but coffee is like dessert in a cup and so sometimes I don’t drink tea. Even though “tea drinker” sounds more romantic.
– I am super organized, but not good at cleaning. I forget things like mopping and dusting exist sometimes. Sorry, mom.
– In a culture that glorifies extroversion, I prefer small groups or being alone. People in too high a quantity or frequency wear.me.out. But I’m also aware that introversion is not an excuse for not being in community or being obedient to God’s call on my life. Introversion is just part of the story. But this and this. I don’t go-go-go and do-do-do. And it’s okay that my pace is different. It’s okay to be content with a slower, simple life.
[oh, the classy & colorful photos on this page? they are the work of the fabulously talented caroline maxcy fox.]