Saturday, March 30, 2013

Birthday

Right at this moment, I am staring out the dining room window, sipping coffee, jamming to JT's new album (because according to my husband, that's evidently just "how we roll") and watching my two year old chase his dog around the house. Mornings should start out like this more often and days should be more like yesterday. It was a good day.


Benjamin is officially two years old. Can you believe it? I can't. I remember March 29th, 2011, like it was truly yesterday and here I am reflecting about that day two entire years later. We celebrated in small ways yesterday. A "birthday boy" t shirt, a breakfast date with friends, a lunch picnic in our freshly mowed backyard and frozen yogurt for an after El Sombrero treat.


I don't know if I'm ready to tell people I have a two year old. Maybe I'm having some growing pains and realizing that my grandmother was right when she warned me that time doesn't wait for anybody. We've learned a lot about that over the last two years. Life is short. It's going to whiz by whether you're holding on or not. Micah and I have both had moments of "I may not make it home." Moments like that happen to a lot of people and you can do one of two things: Panic or Change. If you choose to panic, you'll miss out on life. You just will. If you choose to change, you best get your boots on and hold on tight. (I'm in Texas now; I can talk about boots.)


My point is, I know my babies will grow up quick. I just want to look back twenty years from now and feel like I didn't miss it.

It's a good day. Do something about it.


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Friday, March 15, 2013

Backwards

We've become professional waiters. Not the cool kind with the ties and nifty place to put your paper and pen; the kind who are constantly waiting for something. It's this constant nagging that we've taken two steps forward just to jump five steps back. Micah and I have been married six years. We've packed up and moved all six of those. The moving doesn't bother me. The mindset of always saving boxes and never knowing what's coming next... sometimes it's old.


I've come to the conclusion, though, that maybe God just thinks we're really good at walking backwards. And maybe what seems like backwards to us isn't backwards at all. Nonetheless, the nagging still exists and the discontentment bug weasels his way where he doesn't belong. My job? Squash that dude. Remind myself that the waiting is okay, that God works in mysterious ways and He's got the whole world in His hands. It's simple when it needs to be.

 In Benjamin news:
We've mastered three steps and will walk from one room to the other when holding a hand. Despite being under the weather and not sleeping well this last week, he's cheerful as can be and still the happiest kid in the land. Seriously.


Little sister is growing like she should and we had a chance to take a peak at her sweet face recently. I get the question, "Could Alexis be born with Down syndrome?" more often than not. It's a valid thought. So far, there's no sign of an extra chromosome, but Ben surprised us. She could too. It's rare to have four almond eyes in the same family, but not impossible. I will say this: if God chooses to bless us with another baby from His secret place, she will be welcomed with open arms.


God is still great. Life is still good. Normal is still a matter of opinion.

Happy Spring!