Two years ago: The Texas Chainsaw Episode

Two years ago today I posted this.

This little baby doll was 17 days old:

A lot has happened in two years. So much change. So much life. So much tough. At least there have been no more altercations with chainsaws. Faith did have a play accident last summer that required surgery and some stitches (don’t think I blogged about that one). Other than that, though, no blood is good news, right?

Speaking of good news…

We’re looking for a house.  After 18 months of living with my good parents, we’re ready to venture out of the nest. Or something like that. Really it’s just that a lot of things have come together finally to move us in that direction. All in God’s timing.

Is it terribly ungrateful of me to admit that I’m not having much fun so far with house hunting? I don’t remember it being this stressful the last time around.

Our first home in Houston was literally the third home we toured. Michael and I both knew it was The One by the time we got back to our little apartment that night. I will never forget the moment that we decided on that house with our little handwritten budget and a prayer.

Please pray for us! For more patience and more trust. For unity in perfect discernment of His will.

That’d be so great, sweet friends…:)

Chivalry, thy name is Michael. In his manly matter-o-fact way, he ran inside to get an umbrella to shepherd me and the kids into the house during a rainstorm this afternoon. He does little things like that all the time. Chivalry to me and others is just a no-brainer to him. It’s as natural as breathing. Michael is Mr. Can I Get You Another Drink? Mr. Let Me Pull the Car Around. Mr. I Put Your Cell Phone in Your Purse Already because I Know You Always Forget to Grab It. I got a good one, girls.