built to last

Another couple we know is getting divorced.  I am so sad.  I want to call them and help them.  I want to throw whatever I can to help save them.  Have you tried counseling?  A marriage conference?  A weekend away just the two of you?  How about books- or classes?  Have you opened up your wedding album or watched your marriage video lately?  Oh, the tears are forming… and, honestly, I have only met them once.

We doubled once last year over dinner.  It was a good evening, but something did seem off.  I thought it was us.  Or, me.  She is a career driven woman, and I am happy finding much of my identity in being a housewife.  They seemed like they had it so “together.”  Whatever together means… oh, yeah, a pricey home and exotic vacations.  Flashy doesn’t equal happy, I guess.  Our husbands still go out for lunch together every once in a while.  They get along well.  Maybe it wasn’t me then.  Maybe it was them?

I have seen the dissolution of many marriages, my first one, included.  I was likely ignorant when I was younger.  Well, obviously, I was, but I don’t think the weight of it really hit me until now.  I guess when I knew someone getting divorced previously it didn’t affect me.  I thought, “Oh.  That sucks…  Not really surprised.”  (Yeah, I use to be a horrible person.  And, often, I saw it coming.)  Now, though, things are different.  I pause- seemingly unaware at the reflection of sadness.  I have a moment of silence and mourn a marriage in a moment of Wow.  I shake my head, and I think about how many people the end of a marriage affects.  Family, friends, and children, if any.  There’s the dividing of assets.  A pain.  A beautiful union before G-d becomes a business contract.  The love that should have filled a home has changed.  It’s anger.  It’s hatred.  It’s horribly sad.

I don’t know why I mourn marriages more now.  It is because I am older?  Ten years has added some wisdom to my life.  Is it because I so value my current marriage and wish others had the same?  Have I been to enough marriage conferences to know it is sacred?  I look up at my mantle, lovingly littered with photos of Joseph and me.  The large one is us, saying our vows.  On each side are favorite photos from a family photo shoot one holiday.  There’s another of our first dance, and the fifth is us in London nearly five years ago.  We have great stories intertwined with each.

I am laying on my couch typing and see more pics on our bookshelves.  Our first anniversary in California.  We “splurged” and went to Disney’s California one day.  We waited over an hour to try the new Toy Story ride.  What was all that fuss about?  What idiot would wait in line for over an hour?!  Well, when in Rome… or, rather, when at Disney…  We had a blast and took the photo just before exiting the ride- 3-D glasses perched on our heads.  There’s the photo I took with him after lunch with him in Colorado after lunch with his mom and sister, too.  A photo from honeymoon in Maui is on the shelf, too.  We had the most beautiful walls of red flowers behind us.  Oh, and there’s another photo from our wedding reception in a gifted frame engraved, BAUER.  Finally, there’s a photo of us in San Antonio.  We were celebrating our third anniversary, becoming debt free, and my birthday.  Oh, did we have a nasty fight on my birthday!  ha  It’s not a sweet memory at all!  But, I also remember our tour of the Riverwalk.  I remember an amazing, romantic dinner at a local vineyard.  We also took a carriage ride along the streets and fell in love with San Antonio and the beautiful old homes that lined the streets.  Marriage is made up of memories.

Whenever I hear that lyric, “somebody that I use to know,” I think of one of my ex-boyfriends.  We were on and off again for ten years of my life.  He was such a large part of my life for so long, and that song kind of bums me out.  I think of him and wish him well.  But, he’s just “somebody that I use to know.”  I don’t want that song for my husband.  I want to tear up every time I hear the song, “I can’t help falling in love with you” because it’s ours.  I want to keep being called “Bunny” and keep calling him my “Bear.”  I want him to know me intimately and entirely from my please-don’t-mention-it-again stories to the way I save the best bite for last whether cake to pizza to lentil loaf and mashed potatoes.  I want him to be the one to buy me my first honorary fall pumpkin the day they come out in stores.  I know his bad dance moves.  I know his pet peeves.

Marriage is muddled when we confuse it with ordinary day to day life.  But love isn’t ordinary.  It takes two people committed to each other to make the moments magical.

Joseph and I enjoyed Disneyland on our first anniversary by chance.  We couldn’t afford a grander trip than one to California (cheap flights from CO and cheap hotels in mid-winter).  We were bored one day and decided to splurge on a day at Disneyland.  We loved it.  And, we vowed to do Disney World in Florida before we had kids.  [We are hardcore at the parks- keep up if you can!  lol  That would torture our future toddler(s)!]  We ended up doing Disney World for his thirtieth and met up with friends.  We love that the world just falls away when we’re with Mickey Mouse.  *smile*  When our marriage was strained in March, we got on a flight the next day.  It was a pricey trip, but I valued my marriage more than that car fund we had started saving.  Sure, we found a ridiculously cheap flight in June and went back again.  We have lightheartedly admitted we are Disney addicts in need of a fix.  We have laughed at the idea of an intervention, but we look beyond the jesting.  I want a place that is ours.  I want a place that we can go, and it’s just us even surrounded by thousands of people.  I don’t care if we are teased about “our thing” being Disney because I want what’s behind it.  I want “our thing” to be happily married.  I want us to be the couple that lasts.

I hope you find “your thing.”  Do you try new restaurants?  Do you get pizza from the same place every week or compare them around town?  Maybe, you can try coffee and donuts on your mornings off together.  You could travel, too, whether it’s to the other side of the world or just an hour away.  You can try dancing lessons or mini golf or bowling.  Try collecting something or fixing things up.  Find what it takes to strengthen your marriage and do it.  Make your marriage built to last.

the love of my life

I read an article today about an actress who got married recently.  She described her groom as “the love of her life.”  And, I admit I was ready to roll my eyes.  Although, I remember: I said the same thing about my groom five years ago.

I still think Mr. Bauer is the love of my life.  However, it hasn’t been as perfect and lovely as I thought.  I mean, the first big fight we had was days after our engagement.  I thought my fairy tale was over.  That’s not a really fairy tale though- despite all our trips to Disney World!

My husband has become the love of my life because his personality fits mine.  He took care of me when I had knee surgery and again when I broke my foot.  He made a full Thanksgiving dinner the first weekend, too!  Great guy.  He works hard to provide for us, and, likely, would not deny me anything I ask.  That’s not him giving in, or me being spoiled.  However, it is him willing to sacrifice for me.  That is the love of my life.  I think back on past relationships that I had wanted to be “the one” or thought they were grand loves, and, for a time, they were.  But, I was a believer that “the one” who was meant to be would want to be with me an not let anything get in the way of that.  Joseph made us happen.  He knew what he wanted: me, as his wife.

We may get swept away in the moment of new love and the freshness of new happiness.  I pray that love takes you by surprise and deepens.  I pray your spouse complements you and blesses your life.  I pray you return the favor, too.

Good night, L

twelve years

I had to get on Facebook today.  I have been MIA on it as of late, which has been a nice break actually.  A friend’s post talked of them celebrating twelve years of marriage this weekend.  Wow.  Twelve years.  That seems so crazy long to me.  I mean, for someone I know.  For someone whose wedding I attended a lifetime ago.  Really, a lifetime ago for me.  I was in my early twenties then- such a different person than I am now.  I different view on life.  A different weight!  ha  And, a different husband.  It dawns on me as I contemplate their status: I got married twelve years ago, too.

I remember meeting my first husband thirteen years ago.  Or, that was when we became a couple and started dating.  I actually knew him growing up.  Not well, but I knew him and his family.  We attended and grew up in the same church.  The weekend before I met him in my early twenties though, I was so sick of dating.  I just wanted to be married.  I wanted to find that magical “one.”  That week, I met the one I thought was the one.  He was tall, cute, and Christian- what more did I need?  Well, in hindsight, I needed myself. 

I hate to be skeptical of those marrying in their early twenties, but I just scream inside: you change SOOO much!  It is true: the twenty year old you is typically vastly different than the twenty-five year old you.  You start to find yourself and gain your footing.  You discover what makes you tick and what you are looking for.  You need a very strong foundation if you marry young, and I didn’t have that.

Sure, that first marriage shaped me.  I married a man I didn’t respect.  I married a man who disappoints me.  He disappoints me in ways I cannot express except it’s not just him specifically but that I am disappointed that I ever thought I loved him.  I am disappointed that when my dad asked me if my would be groom was worth all the family drama that came with him I, honestly, didn’t know.  That is a bad sign.  I mean, my husband now came with buku family drama but that never made me doubt my love for him and desire to marry him.  Ironically, my new in-laws have on times made me nostalgic for my old in-laws! 

So much has happened in the twelve years I first said I do.  There are rare moments that my mind wanders down the what if trail, but it’s not pretty.  I can still vividly remember sitting in my family room feeling so completely, utterly, totally alone.  I compared my marriage to a prison and dreamed of a way out.  Sure, the way out came, but there was a lot of brokenness all around.  I don’t advocate divorce.  People say “no regrets,” but I do regret my first marriage.  I regret my divorce, too.  I value what I have learned and what it’s made me.  I can appreciate the husband and life I have now because I am FREE from that hell. 

I likely would have kids now if I stayed on that path.  But, they would have been with the wrong man.  I would likely still be on the same anxiety and depression meds I had been on before.  I would have seen my counselor more often then the mailman.  I might have still be an adulteress- begging to find excitement in a life I avoided living.  I may not have been “saved.”  It was during our separation that I dated someone who reminded me of my first true love, the Lord, and he helped guide me back to Him. 

I am happy the couple is celebrating their anniversary.  Twelve happy years.  Two beautiful boys.  One great house.  One booming business.  Dozens, no, hundreds of laughs.  There are so many paths we can take in a matter of twelve years.  I am thankful theirs led to where they are today.  And, I am thankful for that path that led me to my present.  Rocky roads, and all.

Sweet dreams, L

two chairs

It is awkward being around a couple fighting, right?  Right in the middle of every one- public and intense- and no where to hide.  We saw one this weekend.  In a trip to Lowe’s for price researching, my husband and I came upon an argument in the parking lot.  Oh!  I was beyond giddy.  Not my finest moment, I assure you.  Did my husband even park the car before I spilled out?  It’s like bad reality TV- in person!  As we non-nonchalantly walked passed the couple, we knew what stage we had come upon: the silent treatment.  Oh, the Mrs. was upset!  And, we knew why, too: they purchased two (lovely) outdoor chairs… two lovely, outdoor chairs that were too big to fit in their car.  Eek.

Joseph grabbed my hand and whisked me past them.  He confided in me that he wanted to wish “the poor sap ‘good luck'”- ’cause he’s gonna need it. 

We’ve had those fights.  The screaming yet-don’t-care-who’s-looking fights.  Thankful no one wished my man luck during those!  Thankful I have, on most days, found a life preserver.  Rather, a relationship preserver.  It’s adjustable, not fun to implement, and should be well-past-use date by now!  It’s the age old classic: biting my tongue.  Adjustable: sometimes, it is quite the comment I am sitting on!  Not fun to implement: who enjoys quieting their comments for the sake of a relationship?  I wanna burst with comment!!  Use date past?  Likely, I keep using it over and over and over.  But, I want my marriage to work. 

I sound like a broken record sometimes, I am sure, but it is so important to value your marriage.  It is important to value that couple.  I sure knew what she was feeling- I have been there before!  I valued seeing her husband, though.  He was beat-up verbally by her.  We watched as he walked, emasculated, around trying to fix the situation.  I never want my husband to appear as a little boy before me because I have whittled him to sure.  Our hearts went out to him.  I wanted to give her a kind word or gentle encouragement.  Really: is a spoiled afternoon with it?

We got an estimate on the hardwood flooring we’ve been eying (to replace our ruined carpet).  It was too pricey right now… but a girl and her husband can dream!  And we found a less expensive carpet we can agree on.  Even cheaper, it will have to wait.  Oh, well.  Important isn’t always urgent…  We walked back to the car to find the couple still at odds.  As we pulled away, we decided to throw them a preserver.  We drove back around to help drive the chairs home for them, but they had someone else pull up the same time we did and began loading the chairs in a truck.  Good call.

Joseph and I remarked about their ruined afternoon, though I hope she simmered down and her husband built back up.  I smiled, and we wished this would be a story the couple would one day laugh about.  Laughter strengthens a marriage.  So, next time you’re about to fight, skip to the laughs, and you will be glad you did.

Happy Monday.  Happy Labor Day.  Love, L

going to a hukilau

It’s amazing what our brains are capable of remembering…

This weekend, I began singing a song I heard on our honeymoon- nearly five years ago.  Back then, we were in Maui and having dinner on a tour cruise.  I think I had the steak?  It was good.  And, we had a great view of the ocean over the bow.  Hmmm… the bow is the front of the boat, right?  Anyway, during the evening, one of the tour guides began playing songs and singing.  In one song, he sang, “Oh, we’re going to a hukilau [hook-ee-la-oww].  A hookie- a hookie- a hukilau…”  That was essentially the chorus.  (Oh, what is a hukilau, you ask?  Kind of an old school way of fishing, with a very large net.  A group of people would cast the net out and drag it back to shore.  Then, likely, cook up the fish and enjoy on the beach.) 

This weekend, things were crazy.  Crazy, like, I cried for half of it, we had to get a hotel room while our poor house had some much needed emergency work, adoption longings, and hormonal moments.  As the weekend drew to a close, I found my tears dried up.  I often wanted to cry due to being overwhelmed.  Yet, laughter came instead.  When Joseph and I got on the hotel elevator one morning, I found myself doing the hula to that song we heard on our honeymoon.  “Oh, we’re going to a hukilau,” I smiled at my husband, “a huki- a huki- a hukilau.  Everybody loves a hukilau.  A huki- a huki- a hukilau.”  I flirted with him and smiled.  Maui is a long ways away.  Our next vacation is too far for me to bear.  The adoption thing is draining me, and we really haven’t even started.  Our home repairs are not covered by insurance, oh joy (and why do we have insurance then???).  And, it may take a little bit to get the house to code.  Oh, yes, the joys.  And, oh, yes, a hukilau is far away… but, a girl can dream.

I think we need to dream of far off lands or even quiet moments to restore.  I have mentioned our love of Disney before, and I have the Disney World app on my phone.  I occasionally like to view wait times and hours of operation.  You know, when you want to be “anywhere else but here.”  So, whether you can hop on the next flight out or need to work on saving up for your next getaway, find the mental one you can take to give you a sweet break from the usual- and sometimes overwhelming!- day to day.  I highly recommend a hukilau!

Good night, L

makes me laugh

I have just a couple of cute nephew stories tonight.  Sweet laughs and dreams, good night, L

My almost-three-year-old nephew has started early preschool. 

Over a snack of milk and cheesy bread, he said (while pushing it away), “I don’t eat this- this is food for dinosaurs!”  I’d like to think another little kid will go home and exclaim that he enjoyed dinosaur food at school.

When the other kids were excited to see his baby sister (about 8 months old), he became very possessive and didn’t want to share her.  “Mom, take the baby away!” he commanded.  “Mom, take the baby away.”  I get such a kick that he didn’t call C by her name, only, “the baby.”  

FaceTiming with my sister, she turned the phone on my nephew, in the tub bathing.  He was not thrilled at his decreased privacy and poured water over his head.  A shield, maybe?  His hair smoothed out in a 50’s hair fashion, and I told him, “L!  You look just like your Grandpa when he was a little boy!”  Truly, the image was uncanny.  And, that made him beam.  He loves my dad and the two of them are close.

Sure, the last story isn’t too funny, but it touches my heart.  Kids say the darnest things.  Right?  Cliche but true.  Take note of the heartfelt moments you share with the little ones in your life.  They will always make your day. 

money matters

Growing up in the church, I remember the gospel verse, “For where your treasure [money] is, your heart will be also” (Matthew 6:21).  As a sweet little blonde daydreamer, I had no clue what it meant.  It just didn’t make sense at all.  It continued to not fully make sense to me even growing up until recently when it fully clicked.  The light bulb went on, and I felt I had a true understanding. 

I love my Quicken software.  I updated it a couple times a week to make sure the bank’s numbers and my numbers jive.  I am able to quickly fix any error whether on their end or mine.  And, I started truly studying the “home page” of their information.  My total amount spent appears on the right of the screen, and a pie chart showing my expense categories in the second.  I noticed though that our top four categories are “mortgage/property taxes/home insurance, charity, travel, and education.”  I pondered the four things and concluded it all seemed right.  We do value our home (and making its mortgage payments timely!), our church and other charities, travel, and my husband’s masters degree.  Where our money is, our heart will be also.  Who knew our bank book and Quicken ledger would be such an insight into what matters most to us?

Of course, any one could then see I value Amazon in the day to day (ha) along with which gas station we most frequent and the last time we caught a movie.  They could find which grocery store I favor and how often we go.  Do you know where your heart is?  Do you know what you value?  Do you say you value something, but you don’t back it up?  If I said I valued my church, and I didn’t give to them, I would be bummed.  If I say I value health and my money is spent on drive thru’s, medications, and time off, I would start to adjust that I could spend more on exercise equipment, healthy foods, and maybe appliances to help me in the kitchen.

I love introspection.  I love learning more about me and the world around me.  How do I value it?  What do I value in it?  Take a look at my finances, and it will tell you a lot.  Look at your finances… what do they say about you???

Good night, L

sad

I had another entry I was going to post tonight, but it will wait. 

My husband found out today that dear friends of ours are separated.  I am so sad.  My heart just breaks for them.  And, yeah, I am a bit bummed for my husband and myself- we loved doubling with them!  I feel so confused since we saw them just weeks ago.

Okay, weeks may have been months, but it was just before our June trip.  Did the wife say something I missed?  Did I misread something she said?  Maybe there were signs?  But, they laughed together and seemed so happy together.  I remember thinking it was nice to see another couple interact with such love.  Was it an act? 

I feel bad for their kids.  Oh, and what a pain dealing with the house could be.  And their finances.  Oh, how sad to start over with someone else when they have built a beautiful life together. 

I pause.

They are only separated, I remind myself.  There is still hope!  Or, may still be hope.  Maybe absence will make the heart grow fonder.  Cliche?  Yes.  Our hope for them?  Totally. 

So, tonight I ask you keep our friends and their marriage in your marriages.  Pray the Lord’s goodness will prevail, and they will quickly reconcile.  And, pray for your marriage.  May you focus on strengthening it.  Pray for your spouse and that your bond would continue to grow.  Pray that you can be the lucky half whose marriage survives.  Pray you are even more blessed and that your marriage will thrive.

Sweet dreams and thanks, Laura

My husband noticed a while ago that we tend to fight more when we don’t spend much time together.  Last week was no exception, as he tried to balance work and a massive course load and I was working on getting ahead on fall promotions for work.  We were just “off” all week, which often led to harsh tones and bad attitudes with each other.  Sure, we apologized soon after, but we tend to have a lovey dovey, happy marriage more often.  I didn’t like the shift.  I took it head on this morning.  Although, not with my usual force, but with a gentle ease.  Let’s fix this.  Quick. 

My husband was not in the mood to discuss things this morning, and he was quick to point out my faults in our fights.  Oh, this was not going well.  My words were not being well received.  *sigh*  I told him I was going to stay  home today.  Our original plans were to have me hang out at his school while his team met up this morning then head to a friend’s party in the afternoon.  I decided to bow out of both.  I didn’t want to hang out with a grumpy, unappreciative husband today. 

As I changed back into my bed shirt and pants, I had one of those “feelings.”  Have you ever had one of those feelings?  You know, like something bad was going to happen?  One of those feelings that, whatever you call it: sixth sense, Holy Spirit, gut instinct… crept over me.  Did I think my husband would be in a car accident?  No.  Did I worry he would leave the house, we’d still be irritated at each other?  Maybe.  (When we were first married, I would pray nothing bad would happen to him if we were separated, like, due to work, if we were fighting.  I didn’t want our last words to each other to be said in anger.  I have wised up since then and am hasty to kiss and make up without the guilt of my conscience!)

I am going after all, I told him.  And, I started to get ready again.  I mulled over my changed heart.  What if me not going could have been the start of something?  Would it harden my heart toward my husband?  Would it harden his heart toward me?  We have seen some of the most ridiculous fights between couples, which makes you wonder what happened to them?  If I had stepped back, would that start to pave the way for someone else to step in?  A woman who would prey on my husband should he look for an understandable partner?  Or open me up to looking for a man who made me a priority at the expense of all other things?

I know I am a priority for my husband, and he is a priority for me.  However, there are times when we can’t come first.  During date night, I had to deal with some work stuff.  That paused our date night until I took care of it.  My husband is important, but work became urgent.  Sure, I matter more to my dear Bear than his team meeting, but it takes priority as I type this blog hanging out in a cold hallway.  Wishing a jacket had been a priority to grab this morning!  ha

Our priorities were back in order as we talked more this morning.  We spent the thirty minute drive to campus discussing life and just talking.  We could see life pulling us in two different directions, and we discussed how to bring those paths back together.  That is what life does- it gets in the way.  I’m not trying to be cliche or funny, but sometimes things that don’t really matter start to crowd out the things that do.  You have to find balance for the important and the necessary and order your life as needed.  We let the unimportant crowd out the important last semester.  Our relationship seemed to be last on the list, and we cracked.  Instead of walking away from each other, we walked away from everything else and took an impulsive and impromptu, yet important trip together.  Made plans on a Monday to be out of town on Tuesday. 

Talking today got us back on talk.  It’s amazing how much communication can bless a marriage!  ha  We are going to bow out of the party today.  Our marriage is more important.  We’ll have lunch together then likely focus on the tasks at hand this afternoon to make more time all day tomorrow. 

So I encourage you to focus on your spouse.  Find time to adore each other and love each other.  Love was effortless before it got crowded out by life, right?  Babies, bills, and work?  Is watching the latest episode of anything more important than turning it off and spending an hour and enjoying time with your spouse?  Find what can be cut from your schedule to make more time for the one you love.  Appreciate the one you will grow old with and value your time together.

Have a great week!  L

 

exhausted

I joked recently that grocery shopping exhausts me.  I buy all these healthy ingredients, yet I want to order pizza by the time I pay the cashier.  I rarely clean my home since we hired a maid to fill in while I recover from knee surgery.  I feel like a prissy little princess, as my inner self whines about not wanting to make dinner.  I find myself exhausted, yet my sleep and eat are amazingly healthy.  What is wrong with me?!  I don’t even have an excuse of kids yet- how did my mom do it thirty years ago??? 

I talked with my mom about it over the last holiday weekend, and we discussed how life in my thirties is different than life in her thirties.  I am being pulled in numerous directions and my life is bombarded with distractions.  She didn’t have to check e-mail back in the day.  Now, I wake up to dozens of e-mails in my inbox.  Some are legit and need addressed, but others are spam and sales.  Didn’t I unsubscribe from you already?  Oh, good, a list of questions to answer as I go through the process of unsubscribing.  Great- it isn’t processing.  Or, it will take two to three weeks.  Sarcastic yay.

I have a cell phone that rarely leaves my side, too.  I don’t have just interrupting calls though; I also have interrupting texts.  Hi, hello, and FYI.  There are pictures that are cute that demand a reply of “how cute” or “how sweet.”  Precious fills the inbox.  Beyond that are the group text responses.  Oh, goody, so glad I am in on it.  My witty response is no longer the only one at the party ’cause more keep coming!  Heaven for bid I turn off my phone, right?  I mean, the whole reason we sign up for cell phones, as a whole, was “in case of emergency.”  Texting me at midnight to see what ingredients were in our famed Bauer waffles is not an emergency.  Yes, true story.  (Thankfully, my ringer was off, yet I felt a twinge of guilt that we weren’t to the rescue in the middle of the night.)

Have you been on Facebook lately?  I think I have too many friends.  I love my friends, I do.  Of course, I do.  I want to keep up on their lives and their children.  I love photos of puppies, babies, and vacation.  I love giving them my validation of “Likes” and comments- uplifting, loving, or charmingly witty.  But not everyone went to etiquette class for social media.  The hundreds of vacation photos and beyond detailed child sickness posts.  I want the highlights from your trip, not your five hour slideshow.  Please, don’t tell us the size, consistency, color, or frequency of your child’s bowel movements.  Get a doctor… and some boundaries.  Please, don’t make me sad for you for the dozens of selfies you post weekly.  Focus on your home, marriage, and children.  I love the cute comments your kid says and the precious moments you share.  Is it necessary to post them every hour on the hour though?

Thank goodness I am not on Twitter.  I have a handle, sure, but I don’t know how to be a twit that tweets.  Let me figure out how to use my steam cleaner first.  I cannot forget when I try to check the weather or current events quickly.  My pop-up blocker is annoyed and overwhelmed.  I wanted relevant and important news, not Jennifer Aniston’s new haircut pics (sorry, Jen).  Or to see ten things that are trending and decide I MUST read about five of them immediately.

Off.

That’s what I have done the last couple of weeks.  I have closed my Netflix mid-show after breakfast- I can finish up over lunch.  I have signed into FB to only briefly see the news.  So-and-so is having a girl.  Yay!  Another kid is turning five.  And, a couple celebrated their seven anniversary.  Sweet.  My nephew learned to climb out of his crib.  Mercy.  And prayers.  Log out.

Quick ruthless check of e-mail and delete as much as possible.  Turn off the computer and clean house.  Oh, I enjoy taking pride in my wiped down counters and vacuumed family room.  (My husband called yesterday afternoon and asked, “What are you doing?”  “Vacuuming,” I answered.  LONG PAUSE.  Stunned, he questioned again, “What are you doing???”  Our house is looking darn good since I stepped away from the laptop more!)  I find myself in balance more.  I check off more of my business to-do’s.  I enjoy a morning Bible reading and a mid-afternoon catch up with a favorite book.  I find myself enjoying days more than dreading them.  Dinner becomes desirable again.  Chores aren’t chores anymore.  I have energy again by finding my priorities. 

It’s funny how the act of subtraction has actually helped my find more balance.  Hoping I can keep it up- being a housewife hasn’t before felt so good! 

Happy Wednesday, Laura