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 go for walks with our kid.
You see, we have the sweetest wee lady – the Happy Baby – who is just the most awesome child ever. Words fail. We waited almost three years for her. I have a luteal phase defect and MTHFR deficiency – which we only learned after we experienced the losses of four babies to miscarriage. This 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.
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’m sorta crunchy: we cloth diaper, wear our baby, make our own cleaners & soaps, try to eat whole/local/organic as our budget affords, and believe a little coconut oil and some baking soda can solve most anything.
– 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.