Safety first

Danny went on a bike ride this morning. I love a man in spandex. I told him to take his "Road ID"...but the information is wrong. It's all the info from our life in Oklahoma. We've got new info now...Missouri info. So I ordered him a new one. Fancy, shiny new...with all the correct emergency contact info. Then I ordered one for me...it's pink. Let's hope we never have to use them.

Saturday Oct. 17th 2009

...does that date MEAN anything to ya?? Yeh, it's okay...it shouldn't...It DOES however mean something to me...It the date of the Kansas City marathon. I'm running the half. 13 miles...yup...gonna do it. Just. Gonna. Do. It. This will be my third half marathon. I told my husband about my plans. He jumped on the band wagon. Then he convinced most of the people he works with to run it too...come on, folks...the people he works with are MACHINES...they can do REAL push-ups...REAL...not the kind with your knees on the floor. So I called my sister. She runs the same pace as me (however I think she can do a real push-up...my hero)...Slow. Somewhere between walking and running. So now she's thinking of running it too...Here's hoping. Last time we ran a half together we sang hymns. Well, only the first few LINES of hymns...we didn't have enough blood going to our brains to help us remember the rest of the songs...people thought we were some of the "happiest runners on the course"...we weren't HAPPY...we were DELIRIOUS....Come on Em, don't let me down because the last I'll see of my husband on that Saturday morning in October is his back...running past me...fast...let's hope he waves. He better wave.

There are times in your life you wish you could freeze...stop time...I had a moment like that tonight. We got home late from dinner with a new friend--we got home late last night too...I hate getting home late. It means the monsters go to bed late...but they still wake up bright and early the next morning...making for an increased amount of growling throughout the day. Anyway...we got home late...we rushed to bath...hurried to brush teeth and hair...jumped into jammies...speed was the name of the game. Now that I look back at the night, there was simply no need for the rush. We had nowhere to be in the morning...no agenda. I suppose my need for routine is a teeny bit over the top...
We rushed so much that I chose to read the book in the rocking chair in Sam's room instead of our usual spot in the living room rocker. Grace settled into that crook in my arm. You know the one...it grows tighter every year. Soon she won't fit...I'll be sad when that happens. I remember snuggling into the crook of my daddy's arm...such a safe place. Sam settled into his usual spot...the beloved "ninny" (YES...I'm still nursing my 15 month old...NO...I don't know how much longer I will nurse him) I chose Goodnight Moon because it is short...If Grace had picked the book, it would have been the longest book on the bookshelf. But Goodnight Moon...what a fabulous book. Thank you Margaret Wise Brown. And as the words rolled off my lips..."In the great green room...there was a telephone...and a red balloon..." my shoulders relaxed, time stood still. "and a picture of...the cow jumping over the moon..." I could feel the day peeling away from the three of us. "And there were three little bears sitting in chairs..." And we were just there. Nowhere to be. No one to meet. It was a most precious moment. I can't really even put it into words. I suppose I am just blogging this because someday I want to read this and remember when my babies were so small, small enough to fit in the crook of my arm, little enough to hold them both in my lap at the same time...and remind myself to breathe in, breathe out...take each moment as it comes...life is certainly beautiful. Thank you Jesus...Thank you for my sweet children who remind me how very precious the everyday really is...
"...Goodnight stars...goodnight air...goodnight noises everywhere..."

We're leaving...

...on a jet plane...FINALLY! Yup, that's right...after a little over 4 weeks apart, Grace, Sam, and I are hopping a plane to go see this guy...

He's one of our most very favorite people, you know...and we just can't wait to hug him!! Maybe we'll go back to the beach...and take a walk....

This time of course, Sam will walk on the beach WITH us...Last time we went, he was sorta a drag--being a fetus and all...I think he'll have a much better time this go around...I know I will :)
Can't wait to see you Danny Earl...Wednesday can't come fast enough...