23

Every time I talk to my husband, somehow I end up thinking I'm 19 again and meeting him for the first time. We were driving up to my parents house to spend the weekend with them (well, as much of the weekend as was left) and as we were driving past the casino he asked me if I had ever been and if I ever wanted to go. I said whether I wanted to or not was irrelevant, because I couldn't. Robbie was all confused...so I explained, I can't go in because they serve alcohol and I'm not old enough. He just starts laughing and can't stop, reminding me that I'm 22 soon to be 23...and that they let you in at 21. 

Wow. 

That moment was either the pregnancy brain (which made me put the board game we played last night in the fridge instead of the coat closet) or I really just think I never reached 20. 

Kind of like my three year anniversary is coming up in a month. Where in the world did the time go?

I think about my life and I am grateful, and truly blessed. I have seen the hand of God not only in my life, but in almost every other life I've had the privilege of knowing. 

The last year has, to tell you the truth, not been very eventful. 

I got a new calling at church, I started giving piano lessons, I quit clowning (only three more weekends to go!), Robbie and I got pregnant, we've slowly but surely made our house more like a home, we got a dog...I was thinking I should blog more...but about what? No one is really interested in my day to day life, besides myself my husband and maybe my best friends. People usually blog about THE BIG STUFF that happens: trips, exciting weekends...I'm sure I'll have more to talk about in the future, but my last year has been very peaceful getting the feel for how to be a good house wife, and prepping to be a good stay at home mom. It's a lot harder than it looks. For example, I should be cleaning the bathrooms and dusting, not blogging. Or sewing. My sewing pile is getting pretty out of hand. Anyways...even if my life may seem unremarkable and boring, I wouldn't trade it for the world. 

My birth DAY was incredible. 

I was woken up at 9:00 (the first time I've slept that late in 2 weeks!) by the doorbell. So I'm taking my time getting dressed (I'm pregnant, it's my birthday, I'm exhausted all the time and in the morning I feel just as bad as I do at night). I look out my door and I see what looks like chinese food. Who in the world is bringing me chinese food for breakfast. I barely catch Norma (a friend from church I've known since forever, and I teach her grandson piano) as she is pulling out of my driveway. The cupcakes, not chinese food, were delicious.

I'm still so tired, I lay down with my puppy and put on a movie. I picked three of my favorites to listen to while I did things throughout the day. The Princess Bride, The Prince of Egypt, and Fiddler on the Roof. At 10:00 the doorbell rings again! It's Sarah (another lifelong friend and I teach her and her daughter piano) with a chocolate satin pie. Which was also delicious.

So here it is, 10:00 and I'm already feeling so very loved. So I figure I best get on with my day, since I only had four hours till my busiest piano lesson day. I vacuumed, I put dinner in the crock pot, I prepped breakfast for tomorrow (which is baking right now. Overnight french toast with pears, brie, and some other yumminess...it smells so good! I hope it's worth the wait), I vacuumed again, cleaned up the kitchen, did some laundry...four hours goes by very fast. 

Lessons from 2-5:30 straight, no breaks. Except when someone delivered flowers from Robbie! When he wants to be romantic, he does it really well.

Then he comes home early! Last night we had been talking in bed and somehow red balloons popped into my mind. I always have balloons, but never any helium. For some reason, what I wanted more than air was a red helium filled balloon. Something happy and floating. 

I didn't think I'd actually get it. I say stuff like that all the time...

He came home with eight. 

I'm pretty much obsessed. I can't remember the last time I had balloons with gas inside lighter than the gasses that we breathe :)

He brings them in and my cat stalks them. She is all flared up, and taking each step as slowly as if she was avoiding land mines, and walking around them over and over. 

He then went out and planted the Dahlia bulbs he bought me. And today I get to go to the nursery and get the rest of my valentines day present. I can't wait to see the front yard to bloom! 

When Robbie gets home the television is turned over to him. It's only fair. I went to turn off Fiddler on the Roof, and he said to keep it on. He has never watched it all the way through and he really doesn't want to. But he thoroughly spoiled me.

One of my very best friends, Whitney, and her family came over. Their baby is 8 months old! The spicy and sweet chili I made was good (and sat well with the baby in my uterus), Whitney made me a chocolate cake with coconut filling (which I had been craving) and put candles on it and everything. They even sang to me. They introduced me to the woman that told us how no one has time for that.  Their baby smiled, laughed, was winning my heart and gave Robbie a run for his money. Robbie decided he wanted to know what this little boy would do if something cold, like a carton of ice cream, touched his cheek. At first he didn't know what to think, then he cried. And every time he looked at Robbie for the next 10 minutes gave him this dirty look and almost cried. We couldn't stop laughing. My dog was freaked out by this little bundle of movement and drool. Don't worry, we didn't let her near the baby. She hasn't been trained around babies, she doesn't know what to do or not do around them yet and Whitney was not up for letting her baby being the training ground. It was cute to watch the dog watch the baby's every move. When the baby cried she barked. That's the first time she's ever heard a baby cry...protecting us from this new wonder. 

And of course, to end the day, me because I'm pregnant and Robbie because he is up from 5-5:30 every morning, we were in bed by 9:30. Out by 9:45. 

And that's the best way to end the day, falling asleep in the arms of the man you love...knowing you only have to wait 4 more days for the super duper ultra sound...where you get to see the baby in your womb and your husband gets to see it too..the day you get to see if your baby is healthy, and if he or she will cooperate and show you who they are so you can pick a name and colors etc etc...

Why yes...it was a very great day. 

I'm glad I was born.