i woke up to rain this morning...i had to stop myself and make sure i was not actually seeing/hearing things because it has not rained here in so long! it is wonderful! and it's one of those great kind of rains. you know what i'm talkin' about...the kind that starts off softly in the early morning when it's still pretty dark in your room and you hear it and smell it all at the same time because you slept with your windows open and then it rains harder and thunders and lightinings a bit and your 7 month old wakes up so you bring him downstairs to your bed and then your 5 year old wakes up and comes on down and you're all three laying in bed together listening to the rain and wishing time would stop so you wouldn't have to get out of bed-THAT kind of rain. now the 5 year old is at preschool and the 7 month old is sleeping and i'm still seeing/hearing the rain while i enjoy some coffee and good-smelling candles and think about fall and halloween and life moving at the same speed as the lightining outside my window.
lane and i are about to celebrate 13 years of marital bliss. we got married on the 13th, so isn't there some magical something that's supposed to happen? if so, i hope it involves a good steak. this man i am fortunate enough to call my husband is so fantastic. there aren't enough minutes in the day or years in this lifetime for me to get to spend with him, but i will take what i can get and be grateful for each one-
man, he is amazing.
connor started his last year of preschool on monday. i cannot believe how quickly that has gone and i know the first day of kindergarten is right around the corner-ready to jump out and scare me. i think turning 5 has been quite a milestone for this boy of mine. last night he told me he didn't want to take a bath-he was going to take a shower. what? but that's exactly what he did, and all by himself. i was instructed to stand right outside the curtain, but not to peek in. i did observe good cleaning practices when i cheated and peeked, so that makes me happy. then he got out and wrapped a towel around his waist like he's been doing that since he was 3 or something- and proceeded to brush his teeth and put on his pjs before hopping into bed. lane read him his new favorite book-'i love you, stinky face.' then connor prayed, thanking the Lord that cohen got to come (he says it like, 'thank you, Lord, that you heard my prayer asking You for a baby brother and you answered me and sent cohen down here to this party called life, so thanks that he got to come after i invited him.') then he thanks God for all the grandparents, cousins, aunts & uncles, great grandparents, & prays for daddy's arm to feel better (because he tore the bicep away from the bone & had to have surgery...another story for another day.) this morning he was in the best mood and had no problem getting dressed and ready for school and making his bed. when i dropped him off in the car line he just hugged my neck and kissed my cheek and went right on in. he is so big. i miss him so much when we are apart, but i'm also thankful for the downtime for myself-i think it makes me a better mom. and i'm thankful for him to have such an amazing preschool to go to in order to develop some of the courage and knowledge he'll need to make next year enjoyable. what an absolute miracle it is that he is here. i was laying in bed last night thinking about when we lived in the farm house...i was remembering being outside mowing our yard while connor was sitting in his little red wagon with a giant stick pretending to be fishing. he has the most wonderful, incredible imagination. and the sweetest, most tender spirit. my heart swells when i think about how good God made him.
as for his precious little brother, whom i hear over the monitor making some of the sweetest noises known to man-or mom-well, what more could i say about him that hasn't already been applied to his big brother? it is absolutely miraculous that a mother's heart is somehow capable of this much love-and in completely equal parts-for both of these amazing creatures. cohen is the happiest, most laid-back little man. always smiling and content. lane joked to cohen the other night that he must get kissed by me a thousand times in a day. and i told lane that although i have no doubt that is true, and probably not even accurate because it's probably much more than that, it's still not enough. i can't begin to physically express my infinite love for my family. i will continue to try each day, and hopefully break records and stuff on the kissing/hugging/'i love you's. but it will never be enough. life is just too short.
which makes me all the more grateful for Jesus.
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