Reality Jun 02
I am a pretty realistic girl. Sometimes too realistic in that I think things through way too much...analyze situations and people trying to figure them out so I can come to the most realistic conclusion about a matter. I wish I lived life more by the seat of my pants, but I do not and I don't think I ever have nor do I believe that I ever will. With that being said I've kept on having the phrase: "This is truly reality...." going through my head over the past several days. For example...
- Last night, I was over at some friends and in the mix were 8 children anywhere from ages 3 weeks to 3 years. At one point about 6 of the 8 were upset about one thing or another. Honestly, I don't think those of us who were not the ones taking care of the cries and screams really noticed until we begun to raise our voices louder and louder and louder to be heard from one side of the room to another. Then, we just all got quiet and started to laugh as we took in the situation. I began to think: This is truly reality~kids screaming. And, maybe it was because mine just happened to be quiet at that moment, I loved the reality of the moment. I loved that we as adults could laugh and not get all worked up, knowing that kids are kids. I love that children are so realistic and simplistic and sincere in expressing how they really feel. If only adults could be that way.
- This past Saturday, I (finally) went through all of Savannah's newborn clothes and had them laying out all over her room in an attempt to transfer them to Aubrey's. All the onesies. All the sweet hats. All those little socks. All the newborn diapers. I looked down at Savannah, overcome by the moment and tears just came. "Savannah, can you believe you used to fit in all of these? Savannah, can you believe that in 10 days or less you are going to get to meet Aubrey, the little one that jumps every time you pat my stomach ever so sweetly but ever so hard?" Savannah just looked up at my tear-filled eyes trying, I guess, to figure out why I was crying and not sure what to do. The reality of having two little girls fill our house (or lack of one) in the coming days and not just one is truly becoming a reality. If Aubrey is not here by next Tuesday, June 10th, then I'll be induced. That is a blessed reality.
- Aaron went to look for houses this past weekend in Louisiville. He called on his way home on Sunday confirming that nothing was found. I got off the phone, cried, and wondered: Should we be doing this? Moving out of our hometown is truly becoming a reality. God is faithful. He watches over both our goings and our coming. That is an even better reality. More than that, a truth to "anchor" upon.
- My house is a wreck. Clothes are piled high on top of the washing machine. Charley is shedding profusely and I can't figure out why the apperatus on our vacuum that gets all her hair up has stopped working. I counted down the seconds until Aaron got home last night from a (lonely) weekend away from him. I looked at Savannah a few mintues ago hard asleep in her carseat and thought again: "Lord, she is precious. What a giving God you are." I'm nervous about having a newborn again but am counting down the minutes until we get to hold Aubrey. I really should be at least folding the clothes that I washed on Saturday right now instead of being on the computer. This is truly reality.
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