Some moments in life touch you so deeply, that you never want to forget them, so they must be recorded on paper to preserve the memory forever. Tonight, Mikayla and I brought Chicken Express home for dinner. Tomorrow is Adam's first day at his new job, and he has to be in Weatherford at 4:00 a.m., so he went to spend the night at his mom's house, so it was just Mikayla and me.
Family Guy was on TV, because she loves anything animated, and Family Guy is about the only thing I can stand that's animated. Whenever Mikayla starts to get fidgety and I get on to her about it, she will always say, "Kisses!" and want me to give her kisses, always followed by a "Hug!" so that she can get a big hug. Sometimes the "hug" will be followed by a "Skeeze," meaning to squeeze tightly with the hug.
Tonight, like any other night, she was getting up when she should be sitting down. I told her to sit down, but instead she went to the ottoman and tired to lay across it on her belly. She said, "Kisses! Reach!" because she couldn't reach me from where she was. I told her to come around to give me kisses. She came around the coffee table and gave me kisses, the a "Hug!" followed. Then, she said, "love you!" I couldn't believe it! It brought tears to my eyes! I told her I loved her too, and that I would always remember this night!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
Mik is Almost One!
Last year at this very moment, I was walking (more like waddling) into Arlington Memorial Hospital. Where has the time gone? In one year, Mikayla has brought more joy, happiness and love into my life than any one person on this earth ever has. (Sorry Adam, it’s just a different kind of love - you understand!)
At 9:43 a.m. April 4th, the most precious human being in the entire world was born. I just don’t know how I could have lived before without her. I love everything about her. She brightens even the darkest day. I just have to think about her or look at her picture, and tears will come to my eyes because I am so overwhelmed with the love I feel for her. I don’t even have the words to desribe the depth of my love for her. I never in a million years thought love like this was even possible. I thank God every day for the greatest gift He has ever given me.
Through Mikayla I finally understand not only what my mother has been telling me for the past 28 years, but the relationship God has with His Son, and the relationship He seeks to have with me.
When I get ready in the mornings to go to school, if Mikayla is awake when I shower, I will put her in her walker and set her outside the shower. The second I shut the shower curtain, she screams. She thinks that because she can’t see me, that I am no longer there. The second she sees me pull back the curtain, she smiles, and everything in her world is ok. It won’t be until she’s older that she will understand that I am still there, she just can’t see me. Is that so unlike how I feel toward God sometimes? Just because I can’t see Him, or see what He is doing, I feel like he is gone. He has taught me that I am like Mikayla when she’s outside the shower. I have to understand that sometimes God takes a shower, and He is just right behind the curtain.
Mikayla has taught me so much over this past year, but God has taught me more. I have a renewed realtionship with Him, and through Mikayla, He was able to draw me near to Him.
An entire year has gone by since Mikayla debuted. and my, what a year will do. Unfortunately, I know the years will only pick up speed.
At 9:43 a.m. April 4th, the most precious human being in the entire world was born. I just don’t know how I could have lived before without her. I love everything about her. She brightens even the darkest day. I just have to think about her or look at her picture, and tears will come to my eyes because I am so overwhelmed with the love I feel for her. I don’t even have the words to desribe the depth of my love for her. I never in a million years thought love like this was even possible. I thank God every day for the greatest gift He has ever given me.
Through Mikayla I finally understand not only what my mother has been telling me for the past 28 years, but the relationship God has with His Son, and the relationship He seeks to have with me.
When I get ready in the mornings to go to school, if Mikayla is awake when I shower, I will put her in her walker and set her outside the shower. The second I shut the shower curtain, she screams. She thinks that because she can’t see me, that I am no longer there. The second she sees me pull back the curtain, she smiles, and everything in her world is ok. It won’t be until she’s older that she will understand that I am still there, she just can’t see me. Is that so unlike how I feel toward God sometimes? Just because I can’t see Him, or see what He is doing, I feel like he is gone. He has taught me that I am like Mikayla when she’s outside the shower. I have to understand that sometimes God takes a shower, and He is just right behind the curtain.
Mikayla has taught me so much over this past year, but God has taught me more. I have a renewed realtionship with Him, and through Mikayla, He was able to draw me near to Him.
An entire year has gone by since Mikayla debuted. and my, what a year will do. Unfortunately, I know the years will only pick up speed.
Monday, February 11, 2008
I need a break
I'm so tired. I'm not tired as in "I need to take a nap" tired. I'm tired as in the "I need a break from all this" tired. I feel like I am constantly in "go mode." I don't feel like I've truly relaxed in months, maybe even years.
Teaching English is wearing me out. It doesn't help that I teach at a low-performing school, where the administration seems to think that by giving us more paperwork, it will get the kids to pass their TAKS test. The only thing that can help these kids is a swift kick in the rump!
Basketball season was officially over on Tuesday. We were 8-21. That arresting record made for a verrry long basketball season. Needless to say, we did not make the playoffs.
I started softball on Wednesday. I jumped right in with two feet. We had a scrimmage tri on Saturday, which lasted most of the day. I evidently forgot that the sun turns skin red, which then becomes painful for several days. I have a nice sunburn on most of my face. Notice I said most. Nice curved white lines outline where my sunglasses set on my cheeks.
Weekends pass by in a flash. I spend most of them catching up with household duties and errands that should have been taken care of during the week, but I couldn't get to them. Because I work so much, I want to spend as much time as I can with Mikayla on the weekends. Most of the time, I feel like I neglect her on the weekends, too, because I have to do the laundry, vacuum the house, wash the dishes, put away the laundry, go to Sam's, go to Saturday ball games. Sheesh.
Weekends are supposed to be a time to relax, right? Well where is the relaxation? Maybe I could get a massage next weekend. I can wear dirty clothes, right? And pay the electric bill later.
Teaching English is wearing me out. It doesn't help that I teach at a low-performing school, where the administration seems to think that by giving us more paperwork, it will get the kids to pass their TAKS test. The only thing that can help these kids is a swift kick in the rump!
Basketball season was officially over on Tuesday. We were 8-21. That arresting record made for a verrry long basketball season. Needless to say, we did not make the playoffs.
I started softball on Wednesday. I jumped right in with two feet. We had a scrimmage tri on Saturday, which lasted most of the day. I evidently forgot that the sun turns skin red, which then becomes painful for several days. I have a nice sunburn on most of my face. Notice I said most. Nice curved white lines outline where my sunglasses set on my cheeks.
Weekends pass by in a flash. I spend most of them catching up with household duties and errands that should have been taken care of during the week, but I couldn't get to them. Because I work so much, I want to spend as much time as I can with Mikayla on the weekends. Most of the time, I feel like I neglect her on the weekends, too, because I have to do the laundry, vacuum the house, wash the dishes, put away the laundry, go to Sam's, go to Saturday ball games. Sheesh.
Weekends are supposed to be a time to relax, right? Well where is the relaxation? Maybe I could get a massage next weekend. I can wear dirty clothes, right? And pay the electric bill later.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
New Year's
I have officially crawled over the imaginary wall from youth into old age. This year, for the first time I can ever remember, I am spending New Year's Eve at home. Not only am I at home, but I am doing nothing, and I'm doing it by myself. Mikayla is in bed, as is Adam. He has to be at work at 4:00 a.m. At this point, you might be feeling sorry for me, but that is not my intent. I am actually perfectly OK with doing nothing.
That's why I am now old. In my younger years, I would have to know where the action was; where the party was; where everyone would be; what was happening. I replay my memovies (that's memory movies - remembering events in your life, but you are watching from a distance like a movie) in my mind. I chuckle at myself for the mischief I got into.
I remember one particular New Year's Eve, and I said to a friend, "The day I don't do anything on New Year's Eve is the day I'm old." And so we have it, friends.
I think it's weird though, how OK with being home I really am. I could be out with friends, but I wanted to stay home. I wanted to do nothing tonight. That's so outside of who I have been in years past. I guess people really do grow up and get responsible. As the song says, "some people change." Or they just get old.
That's why I am now old. In my younger years, I would have to know where the action was; where the party was; where everyone would be; what was happening. I replay my memovies (that's memory movies - remembering events in your life, but you are watching from a distance like a movie) in my mind. I chuckle at myself for the mischief I got into.
I remember one particular New Year's Eve, and I said to a friend, "The day I don't do anything on New Year's Eve is the day I'm old." And so we have it, friends.
I think it's weird though, how OK with being home I really am. I could be out with friends, but I wanted to stay home. I wanted to do nothing tonight. That's so outside of who I have been in years past. I guess people really do grow up and get responsible. As the song says, "some people change." Or they just get old.
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