The passed few days the weather here has been rainy and stormy. (Enter the old jazz tune #13, Stormy Weather) Of course with rain comes clouds.
Now, I love me some overcast weather. It is good for sleepin’ in late, homemade waffles with fresh fruit, snugglin’ up to your spouse, and catching a chicky flick. (Yeah, I know what you’re gonna say.) Work seemed to thwart that attempt. That and the “Big Duck” as Little Bear says, that is in the yard prevents Lovely and me from going outside and dancing in the rain. (More on the “Big Duck” named Jo Jo on some other blog entry.)
I have really longed for home this week. Maybe it is something about leaving the family while I go and shuffle papers and loan people money. Maybe it has something to do with saying Bye Bye to my little girl wondering if she is going to walk across the room today. (Last night she stood up for about 2 minutes straight and took about 7-8 steps.) It seems that when I come home Lovely is more beautiful and Lil Bear is an inch taller, saying a few more words, and all in about a nine-plus hour span.
As I was rocking Bear to sleep and praying over her. It seemed just a couple of weeks ago I was rocking her at 1 am and she was barely the length of my arm. Then I look down and she is about the length of my torso or bigger. And she talks. Oh, geez!
She is picking up almost everything we say now. I don’t have a bad mouth, but I amknown to be sarcastic. I need to cut that out. I am teaching my daughter by my actions and my words. I have to be teaching her life-giving words, emotions, and actions. Teaching her the Biblical way for frustration and anger without crossing the line. Showing her what she should look for in a husband and how she is to be treated. I have a lot of stepping up to do.
As for the rain…please don’t come another day. Just stay a while and let me play.
This weekend was set out to be a mixture of absolute joy and shear, toiling madness.
So I get home on Friday and I notice that little Bear is very fussy. Not being haughty, but it is like she is sleepy or something…like she is uncomfortable. As weekends go, I am usually on Daddy Doody Duty so Lovely can take a break. I took little Bear to change her diaper and noticed that she was the diarrhea darling. I talk to Lovely about it and find that she is barely eating, has a very slight fever, is congested a little, and a little fussy. We weren’t sure if she was sick or if it was her teething. Well, it is the latter. By the time we laid her down for the night on Saturday, we found that she had “popped” a tooth on her top gums and has another tooth coming in right next to it. Poor thing. Even while she was teething she was pretty pleasant. She would be a cuddle-bunny and still want to play and get tickled. She is doing better today, but still working on that second tooth up top.
Lovely and I had a good ol’ time on Saturday. I have been looking to start playing out at coffee houses in about another 3-4 months. So she helped me pick through some tunes that would be great to play…different than I’ve played before. We finally got away from the house and grabbed a quick bite and some groceries. We didn’t get a date night this week. It was sorely missed. I really hope that the two of us can get away to spend a little time together to reconnect. We’ve been through a lot this year and haven’t really had any time to get back on the same page. I hope that happens soon.
I did get some much needed sleep. I went to sleep around 12 midnight Friday night/Saturday morning and woke around 6 a.m. I looked around and noticed that while it was light outside, that it was still early morning. I watched Lovely and little Bear sleep for about 15 minutes, prayed for them, and rolled back over to see if I could rest for another couple of minutes. A little later I was awakened by the overwhelming stabbing pain in my lower stomach area. It was a throbbing yet piercing pain. What was it? Had I rolled over on little Bear and she was trying to kick me off of her? Had I, in my sleep, bumped and kicked Lovely enough where she picked up a screwdriver and settled the score against me? Nope, I just had a 10 hour bladder. I had sucked down nearly a gallon of water from 8 a.m. on Friday to 12 midnight and was in desperate need of going to the bathroom. The extra rest was much needed and appreciated. It’s not that I always need 10 hours of sleep to function, it is just that I rarely, and I do mean rarely, sleep well at night. This was the new wind in my sails that I needed.
Well, while I do have about 5 more topics to yap about I think that I’ll just hold on to ‘em. Why? That’s just how I roll. I have to have something to talk about tomorrow or the next day. I didn’t really get to the “shear, toiling madness” part. Maybe I’ll just keep that to myself too.
I will say this. I know that I have had the emotional breath knocked out of me and the financial health of Job, but God will see us through to the end. I just can’t…we just can’t give up fighting for it. God has a plan that is bigger than anyone could imagine. I’m just glad that I have my Lovely and my little Bear to share it. They mean the world to me.