I had my wisdom teeth removed Tuesday morning. I would rather DIE than do that again!!! Oh My Goodness. It is just awful. And I am headed to a wedding in Lubbock today with chipmunk cheeks. And to let my girls go to Colorado for WEEK without me. Not sure I am going to make it...
While my husband was preaching a sermon on being a Godly Father, it struck me that I was extremely blessed to be surrounded by them. I knew they were great Dads, but I never really thought about the difficulty and the pressure of the role that they carry.
My Dad has been the supporter of his family for as long as I can remember :). He loves my mom with a fierce love. He worked hard to allow my Mom to stay home and take care of us. He took us to church every time the doors were open, and he showed us Jesus in his everyday walk. He taught us to love the heavenly Father first before all else, and he taught us that His Word was the important thing around. When I was 6, it was him that showed me the path to Heaven and held me while I prayed asking Jesus to come live in my heart. My Daddy is always there to talk to, to gain comfort from, to just be with. His big hands are the warm "healers" that simply have to touch to take away the pain. He has the most beautiful hands... My Dad is simply the best. He has taken Cameron in as his own son and loves him just like he loves me. There is this vivid memory I carry with me of when Chloe died...He drove as fast as he could to get to me (he was in SanAngelo. I was in FortWorth). When he walked in the door of my house, I could see his face. He was searching frantically for ME. He ran to me and enveloped me in his arms and told me how sorry he was that he wasn't there when she died. And he cried with me and held me and shouldered my pain. He is an active Daddy. One who has an interest in my everyday world. I couldn't imagine someone who does fatherhood better. And that doesn't even mention how awesome a Papa he is!
I have to mention Cameron's Dad here too. He has been my Dad for almost 9 years now. He is very quick to help out, support us, to spoil me, and to hug me. He has stepped up whenever and wherever there was a need, or just a want. He held me when my daughter died and carried me through that until my Daddy could get there. He has spoiled me with spa days, cakes (the true way to my heart!), and anything else I let slip out that I want. He is the one that I have to watch my words around, because he will spoil me to no end if I make my desires known to him! He has raised a godly man that I get the honor of calling husband. He loves my girls so very much. He is their wrestle partner. It takes merely minutes of seeing him before they have him pinned to the floor giggling. All I can say is, he better watch out! Those girls have him wrapped around his finger, and he won't be able to say no when they get a little older...hehehe
Then there is my husband. He is the most amazing Daddy to our daughters. He is tender, he always gives hugs and kisses, he disciplines, he plays. He is never too busy to talk to. He is not too manly to play Barbies...His love shines through him when he looks at those little girls. I can still his face as he looked down at our first daughter when she was born. It was that moment that changed him forever. It was at that moment that his heart melted and was stolen by his girls, never to be returned. He is the example they will look to when they go in search of a husband, and I wouldn't be happier if they found a husband just like their Daddy!
I can't forget my Grandad. He has always been a presence in my life. He has been the wise preacher man (hehe). I have this memory of going to see him and asking him to preach about Adam and Eve. I don't know if the congregation ever caught on, but I loved to hear about Adam and Eve! I also remember using his big white t-shirts as a nightgown and feeling covered in his love. My Grandad is the one who "married" me. The one who makes sure I am "taking care of my husband". He always challenges me with my walk, asking the hard questions that leave me no wiggle room. He loves my children. He holds them and plays with them and prays for them. He is MY Grandad. And grand he is!
God has given me wonderful examples of what a real man is and Godly, manly, leaders my whole life. I know I am one of the "lucky" ones. I am so so thankful!
My Mama is Here!! My Mama is Here!!!
By the way...for some reason all my comments were going into the spam folder. And since I haven't posted lately, I JUST now saw that there were 5 comments that needed moderated. So weird! Anyone else having these problems??
I just realized it has been almost a week since I posted!! Geez...how the time flies. This week was uneventful...Cameron preached at Veribest Sunday. It was like a breath of fresh air. I was able to stay in an ENTIRE service without my daughter crying! They called and asked him to preach again this week...Father's Day. Such an honor...
I threw up all night on Monday night and had to go clean a house with a migraine on Tuesday. I told you all that I clean the real estate office Cam works at for my mom right? Well, they gave my name to an older couple that needed their house cleaned once they moved out. I do not like cleaning! But I just can't say no!! And the house was supposed to be empty...it wasn't. And it was hard work with trying to battle the nausea and the dizziness from the migraine. The exertion finally beat out the headache though. Thankfully! Then, the unthinkable happened. I had been there about three hours when I went to sweep the back porch and be done. I swept it all pretty and turned to go back inside. The door wouldn't open. I wiggled. I pushed. It had locked itself when it shut behind me. So, I go around to the front, knowing that I locked the front door behind me for safety's sake, but hoping that I had forgotten. I didn't forget. I was locked out. I just wanted to go home!!! So I called Cameron (yay! for the phone being in my pocket) to see if he would call the real estate office to get someone over there to unlock the lock box. While he was calling, I spied the doggy door. It was small, but maybe I would fit. So I got down and began to wiggle through the tiny door thinking how embarrassing it would be if I got stuck and someone saw me. But my booty made it through that little door! Barely, but YAY!! Nothing can just be simple with me, something like this always seems to happen. hehehe
Yesterday we watched The Other Boleyn Girl. Not near as good as the book. Kind of a disappointment... I also signed away my house yesterday. We are for sure moving out. :( We close the 18th of July. Time to get packing I suppose. ugh
When Gracie was 2, Santa brought her the ugliest spring horse on the planet. It is also the most used spring horse on the planet. My girls adore this hideous creature! And she cannot be ridden without the purple cowboy hat courtesy of Miss Aryna. I walked into their bedroom Wednesday morning to find this:
Then Gracie had to be in the picture too, although she is not dressed for the occasion...
It is also necessary to step on the sprinkler. Faith had to do it too. I admit, it does feel neat...
We have all done it. You know you have!
There is no contract in my hand, however, a verbal offer has been made. They are in negotiation stages right now. The Lord is not only taking care of details, but He is taking care of them FAST! Who knew He could work this quickly (joking. but it DOES seem like when you want something to happen it takes forever. Now when I don't want it, it goes in a blink). Anyway, just an update. Thought I would tell you. Yippee!! that is what I am supposed to say right?!
disclaimer: Be prepared for chills...this could do damage to nicely shaved legs
On the way home from Fort Worth, after much conversation, we made the decision to move. And I asked Cameron, "so does this mean we put our house up for sale soon?" And his reply was somewhere in the vicinity of "pretty quickly". So I was trying to process this without breaking down and crying like a two year old while kicking my feet and pounding my hands. It worked. But barely. Once we got home, Cameron had to leave to go show some houses to a client. While he was showing them houses, he was getting information on what exactly they were wanting (because that is what good realtors do). And they started to describe a home much like ours...in the city, but feels like its not, larger with more room ummm 2500 sq. ft., trees. they love trees. especially pecan we have 5 or so. a place that would have a spot for an RV for her parents mine lived here for 2 weeks in theirs they like older homes ours was built in 1930 they have two little girls I have a gigantic room painted pink that I really don't want to repaint It is right in their price range. They love wells. So. Cameron tells them that he most definitely doesn't want to pressure them, but that we have a house that fits their description and we have made the decision to move. And they want to see my house. Soon. They would have come then, but their girls were ready for a break. So she said they would come Sunday afternoon. She called twice that evening asking more questions. And then she called Sunday morning and asked if they could come see it before church instead of after. They came at 9:20. And left at 11.
Let me tell you. This would be a HUGE affirmation of our decision to move. For a buyer to come without us even looking for one. But there is a part of me that wanted them to hate it. The part of me that (mostly all of me) that doesn't want to move. I didn't like smiling and explaining all the high points of my home. MY home. The one I have worked my tail off on. The one I am so excited about! The one with my dream kitchen. The BIG one. The one I pleaded for. The one I have to sell...the one I will never get back. There have been tears. Ohhhh there have been tears. I told Ray and Will (Jaymie's husband) at lunch yesterday and thought I would be able to do it. Nope. I started crying and had to talk about the chips we were eating or something equally as stupid. Then I told Shanna last night. And she started bawling. So I did too. I can't do this!!! I don't want to. I am feeling that temper tantrum coming on again...
