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Marriage: The First Year

As a celebratory blog about our first year of marriage, I thought I might write about making it through the “bumps in the road”, but no, I've already written about a few of those. Clearly, we've had them. 
Maybe I'd write about what it's been like getting married later in life? Maybe just about love? Maybe about all the things I've learned?
Nah.
I decided on quotes.
Yes, quotes, from our home, to sum up our first year of marriage. These are actual, quick, conversations that have taken place between B and me. And they've all brought laughter, a lot of laughter. I think they sum up our first year better than any great story.

I have chosen six, not in any particular order. 


Me: I saw on this documentary that this girl took six days of silence and it changed her life.


B:


Me: I think I’m going to do that.


B: Did you want to start tonight?


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B: My dream job is in Chicago.


Me: I’m not moving to Chicago.


B: You’re keeping me from my dreams.

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B: (B walks in as I'm rea…
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The Blended Thing: Post Four

I don’t compete. Not really anyway. I mean…If I’m playing Catch Phrase or Heads Up, (or maybe basketball with a five year old), I will totally get into the game. I can yell and scream and cheer with the best of them.
But I don’t really care if I lose. Maybe that is more what I mean.
“I’m not competitive” = “I don’t care if I lose.”
Don’t get me wrong, during the game, I want to win. I think everyone does. But if I don’t win, I don’t lose any sleep.
Now I’m married to a man who has an ex-wife.
At first glance, I would tell you that I feel no need to compete with her.
I have never needed to feel “prettier” than her.She has seen me in comfy pants, hair up, and no make up. She’s seen me in torn workout clothes and I don’t wear Lulu Lemon. One time I opened the front door panting and she could see lines of sweat dribbling down my forehead. I never gave it a second thought.
I’ve never felt the twinge of financial jealousy. She works very hard and does extremely well in the sales wo…

Ethan got saved!

This summer we took all three kids to VBS at our new church here in the Woodlands. I was there with them each day because I was helping in the 4th grade Bible study room.
Each morning, all ages of the VBS kids would meet in the sanctuary and the teachers would head up to a 9:00 meeting/prayer time. Well, on Wednesday morning, I took them into the sanctuary like normal and then completely forgot about my 9:00 meeting. I have no idea why, but that prayer time didn’t even cross my mind. 
I ended up staying in the sanctuary, along the wall, to secretly check on how the kids were doing.
First let me say that Ethan is our quiet guy. He is on the shyer side and while he feels emotions very deeply, he doesn’t show them often. He is reserved in most settings and sometimes it even takes a nudge from us to “get him out there”.
As I searched for each of our three kids, I found Ethan first and I couldn’t believe what I saw. I stood there. Watching. Staring. Wait. Was that really E? Thankfully, I…

Don't want to invite kids to your wedding?

Not having children at weddings is the latest trend. I have received several invitations to weddings (as have several of my friends) in which children have been un-invited to the wedding.
I don’t know when or how or why this got started. As a woman who recently got married 7 months ago, I’d like to contribute a different opinion to this new nuptial craze.
First let me say, “to each their own”. This post is not for the bride who has already decided not to have children at her wedding. If that is your decision, that is great for you!
This post IS for the bride who isn’t quite sure what she wants to do.
Fact: Aside from the groom, kids were the BEST thing at my wedding.
Before the Wedding
Before the wedding, several little ladies came by to see me in the bride’s room: McKenna, Olivia and Kendall. These three! How I adore them. I’d spent countless hours with these small people (and their moms!) at school which meant I had shared in their lives for months…hearing their prayer requests a…

The Basketball Game

The family went down to the Mission Centers of Houston this past weekend to serve by organizing the pantry, arranging food and drinks on shelves and taking a tour of the facility so we would know more about their mission.
After we finished, we headed over to the gym where we had an impromptu game of basketball. Somehow the teams ended up forming as adults verses the kids.
It had only been about 6 minutes into the game when Wes decided to throw the basketball to a small five year old near me.
It was sort of slow motion.
His throw was a little off, more towards me than the five year old.
I’m not normally competitive, but the adults were losing. Here was my chance to even out the game with a fantastic basketball interception.
I took one giant leap towards said five year old reaching with my tiny arm as far as it could stretch.
I must have lost my balance because the next time I blinked I was airborne just above the ground with this kid, both of our bodies fully extended, soaring …

The Blended Thing: Post Three

Parenting Wes was a whole lot easier when it was just me.
No one was questioning me. No one was making me second guess my discipline. No one was probing me on the why’s of my decisions. I would just make my parental rulings and move on.
B was the same way. He wasn’t used to anyone inquiring about his parental verdicts. He wasn’t used to anyone exploring other options to handle discipline encounters. He was used to supervising things all on his own.
Now here we are, in this new thing we call a blended family. And we have slowly entered into the phase of disciplining each other’s kids and that is one of the hardest parts of the blend.
Wow.
Two imperfect parents, three imperfect kids, all trying to mesh together under two very different parenting styles.
First: The conflict.
B and I have very different personalities, so the way we discipline our children is very different.
I tend to be the person who responds immediately. I’m a teacher. It’s who I am. And it’s literally what I do …

The Blended Thing: Post Two

Blend – to mix with another substance so that they combine together.
To blend isn’t easy. (That might be a massive understatement.)  In fact, B an I are finding the word intentional to beour family word for this first year. We decided early on to be deliberate in our connection with the kids. We are also purposeful and specific in our requests to the Lord as we ask him to fuse us together as one spiritual piece. We put in effort (lots of it and in various forms) in order to encourage the merging of our new family.
All of that to say, we work at this “mixing of substances” thing.
But that isn’t what this post is about.
This post is about the times we don’t plan it or we don’t do anything on purpose. It’s about the nights that we just do our normal, humdrum bedtime routine without any particular intention at all…And then God, just because He is good, decides to show up. Right in our living room.
B was in Phoenix for a week in January for work, so I had all the kids on my own.
By…