twenty one.

I am truly one of the luckiest women in the world. Last night, after dinner, W went to the grocery store for us. We still had food but nothing really for breakfast the next day. He's been trying to follow the Whole30 with me and even went so far to go upstairs and look up paleo information. He didn't know all the rules of the Whole30 but even still he only brought home 3 things I can't eat! He is such a magnificent husband. He does little things like that for me all the time. It makes every day special instead of him waiting around for an anniversary or holiday. I am a blessed woman.

The three things he bought that I cannot eat during the Whole30 are bacon, corn and honey.

thirteen.

My husband has a great way of putting things into perspective for me. I might moan and groan about a certain thing but he always has a way for me to see things more clearly. He helps me see through my emotions, and sometimes, even my tears and fears. Things cannot always go the way I want or even hope. There are times where I can't see how fortunate I've been and he'll open my eyes. W is incredibly intuitive with me. He almost knows me better than I know myself. He is my better half. He knows how to make me feel strong when I'm feeling weak. He knows how to calm me down when I'm riled up. He is my everything and I'm blessed woman to know I'm also his. 

twelve.

It has been a whirlwind of a month! We had Mess's birthday party, our 5 year wedding anniversary, Thanksgiving followed by a weekend of holiday activities.

In mid-November Mess turned 11 years old. The day before her birthday she decided now that she was going to be 11 she was “too old” to share a room with her sisters. So, before her friends came over for her party we moved her across the hall from her sisters into her own room, again. She seems to be happy there...although she will admit, occasionally, to miss sleeping in a room with her sisters. For the 3 of them it seems to be a comfort thing. In fact, today, they all three were begging for me to let them all share a room with W and I. I about laughed my butt off followed with a big “NO WAY!” Sweet thought and I'm glad they love us that much, however, they're crazy if they think that'll ever happen.

Mess's new room

Mess wanted to camp out in the backyard with her friends for her birthday.

eight.

I've started writing this blog entry about five different times each time starting out with a different subject. I want to write what’s on my mind but can't find the words. (I probably could if there weren't three loud elephants upstairs screaming at each other and pulling each others hair.) My heart is bursting with words that I don't know how to get out. Life is not perfect; yet I’m content. We have money in the bank; even if it’s only dollars. God has been speaking to me lately. I do wonder if that’s something anyone ever gets use to? There are signs pointing in the direction He wants to lead our family. They are small signs that others would think crazy but to me they are signs nonetheless. When I think of things He’s calling us to do I'm almost certain HE might be crazy. ;) Although when I needed some reassurance a verse came to me, and I don't mean that I thought about this verse, I mean it was sent to me, literally, from an iPhone app. See what I mean? Crazy.

seven.

I've been feeling completely overwhelmed lately; overwhelmed with being a parent, a homeschooler, a facilitator, etc. I know many bible verses'  that tell us to give our burdens/worries to the Lord and he'll take care of us (Psalm 55:22) but why is that so hard?