Perspective

"This is the day that the LORD has made;let us rejoice and be glad in it."
Psalm 118:24

Today was, in the words of Jennifer, a blog-worthy day.

After picking Julie up from tumbling this morning, we stopped by Nonie's for a quick hello, and headed off to Sonic for corn dogs. The weather was beautiful, so I suggested that Julie and Jonathan have a "picnic" out in the front yard, with ulterior motives...the house was a disaster. I took the opportunity to quickly clean up the living room. I threw out the trash, put toys away, picked up some laundry, vacuumed, and wiped down the coffee table. As I delivered the laundry to the laundry room, which is also our pantry, I discovered an entire bag of sugar, previously unopened, had been dumped onto the floor. Before having the chance to clean it up, I ran to the front door in response to Jonathan, who was screaming frantically. Julie had decided to take a small shovel full of potting soil from the planter on the front porch, and throw it in Jonathan's face. It was everywhere! His nose was clogged with it, his head and shirt were covered, and it was quickly turning to mud as the drool and tears dripped down his face. He couldn't even open his eyes.



Why? Julie says it was because she just wanted to have some fun. I stripped him down, left his clothes and poopy diaper on the front porch, and took him in for a bath. All the while, Julie was crying hysterically, out of guilt. As soon as our short bath time was over with, I cleaned out the tub, refilled it, and put Julie in. Then, I cleaned out the tub, again. Since we were doing baths, I decided to go ahead and give Joshua one too. As I was bathing him, I heard a loud smack, followed by Julie's painful scream. Jonathan had apparently decided to take matters into his own hands and retaliate.
Joshua and I headed off to his room to get a diaper and clean clothes. He was decidedly very unhappy about the temperature, and wailed loudly to inform me of it. Nevertheless, we succeeding in dressing, and returned to the clean living room. Then, I was pleasantly surprised with opened Pixie Sticks that had "spontaneously combusted" all over the freshly Pledged coffee table, and vacuumed rug.
At 4pm, a few minutes after Mike came home from work (to a messy living room), Jonathan and I hurried to our Dr.'s appointment, which we were, of course, late for. I had a "fun" postpartum pelvic exam, blood drawn (in both the right and left arm, after the first attempted vain had failed to produce enough blood for the necessary tests), and learned that Jonathan has RSV.
I'd discovered earlier in the day, that our planned baby-sitter had gotten a stomach virus, and we no longer had a child care solution for our 6 year wedding anniversary date, which was to take place on Friday. So after our trip to the clinic, I proceeded to make phone calls, in an attempt to save our big date night. I was also late for a dinner date with a few of my friends from school (which rarely happens). So I came in the house, to find Joshua crying, ready for a bottle. As I combed my hair, and discussed our ruined plans with Mike, Jonathan was unattended. Therefore, he decided to take some liquid hand soap from the bathroom, pour some on the tile in the hallway, on the arm of the recliner, on the coffee table, and still had enough left to rub in his hair. Mike was urging me out the door so I wouldn't be any later than I already was for my "girls night". As I headed out, Jonathan was hanging onto one leg, Julie on the other, both crying and begging me not to leave.
I made it to dinner, 30 minutes late. We had a great time. After dinner, in the parking lot and freezing weather, I realized that the door to Mike's truck was locked, and the keys were sitting contently on the console. I called Pop-A-Lock, and the problem was resolved.

This was my blog-worthy day.


On my drive home, my mind wandered back to the past. On this day 6 years ago, I had no worries, no stress; only excitement and happiness. I was getting a leg wax, a manicure and pedicure, trying on my wedding dress one last time, and decorating a church auditorium.

I was high on love and smiling at my future.

Today, and all the events of it...this is the future I was smiling at.
Here I am, 6 years later, coming home to this...
and I am high on love, and smiling at my future.

WOW! I am blessed, to say the least. Today, I thank GOD for the innumerable blessings He has given me...including the ability to laugh and rejoice in the days He has made, and all that goes along with them.

"...and she laughs at the time to come."
Proverbs 31:25

"Blessed be GOD, because he has not rejected my prayer or removed his steadfast love from me!"
Psalm 66:20

P.S.
Happy 6 year anniversary Mike. I am so in love with you.