HAPPY FATHERS DAY

My time for writing is limited due to the insanity of this week. AHHHHHHHHH! So here is the quick recap.

Tuesday was my 8th wedding anniversary. WOW! Eight wonderful years. They really have been the best years of my life. I'm not saying that they have been the easiest, and they have definitely been full of some really crazy times. They have, however, been so beautiful. My husband is so amazing. I have felt 100% unconditionally loved since the day we got married. He is so thoughtful and caring. The icing on the cake is that he is such a great daddy. It means EVERYTHING that he loves God before he loves any of us. He is such a great leader in our home. Ok, I am just feeling really mushy in this moment. So I do apologize for all the sap. 8-)

Anyway, I'll finish this later. I have to go do Father's Day lunch. Everyone is yelling at me to get off the computer. It's just so hard to make time to blog.

Sunday, not so much a day of rest

Ok, yesterday was Madelyne's very first dance recital. It was so cute. It was much more elaborate than I had envisioned a little girls recital to be. There were dance teams of all ages that performed. They held the "show" at TPAC. There were big lights and big sets and big curtains. The key word here is "BIG" in case you hadn't gotten it yet. She was amazing of course. Her tap routine was especially cute. She can really shake her booty. Anyway, as much fun as it all was, it was totally exhausting. It consumed the whole day. There was walking around down town and running up and down stairs from stage to dressing rooms and quick costume changes. There were half naked kids everywhere. Pretty much this whole week has been consumed with getting ready for yesterday. It was all worth it I suppose. She loved being on stage, and I of course loved seeing her on stage.

That all brings us to today, Sunday. When we woke up this morning to get ready for church I just couldn't do it. I was just way too exhausted from the past week. I'm not sure what has happened to this supposed "day of rest" and keeping it holy. I assure you there is nothing holy about me killing myself to get 4 children and myself ready to be at church by 9:00am all while they are screaming and crying. Sunday mornings are never pleasant. I'm sure it's just Satan trying to steal the joy of the day. Were we to get ready any other day of the week it would be fine. It makes focusing on God and His special day very difficult. 8-) So what's the answer? I just don't know. I totally believe we are to go and worship with the body of believers. Why can't we just get together and worship a little later in the day? I really like that whole Saturday night church idea. We should do that. Then Sunday would truly be a "day of rest".

maybe i will or maybe i won't

As part of my first entry to this journal of sorts I would just like to say that this may or it may not be something I keep up with. I would like to think that it will be a good outlet for my thoughts and all that jazz. I enjoy reading other peoples blogs, but life is also a little crazy right now. It's a little presumptuous of me to think I will have the minutes in a day to sit and type my thoughts. They may have to stay locked in this treasure chest I call my head for now. Although I 'm not sure how much treasure is hidden away there. Having just had my fourth baby(Isaiah) only two months ago I tend to think my thoughts are more like cotton candy than treasure. Sometimes they're sweet and fluffy, and sometimes they're just a big sticky mess. Pink cotton candy of course. (Sometimes I even make myself sick 8-) Anyway, if you're reading this and you think you might journey back to this blog sometime I just wanted you all to be warned. This blog comes with a big fat CAUTION SIGN!