I'm one lucky girl

There are lots of visible evidences that God is so good to me. My family. Many dear friends. My job. The list could go on and on, but one I'm particularly grateful for is my husband.

I'm grateful for his companionship; his committed and loyal friendship; his efforts to care for me- physically, emotionally, spiritually; his character; and his sense of humor! Again the list could go on and on but one example:

This guy has been sick since Sunday. He's let me take care of him in a few little ways, (which has been an opportunity I've relished, as he does things like that for me ALL THE TIME!) And then when I got home from work Tuesday, he had flowers and chai for me to say thank you for taking care of him. He bought these because he thought I'd like them because they're purple. (They are really really deep purple, though it's hard to tell from the picture.) He was right :) but how could a girl not love such a thoughtful gesture?

I love him more now than we got married, almost 4 months ago. I love him more than I imagined possible. And it may just keep getting better:)

He knows I have blog but has never seen it, otherwise I probably couldn't talk about him like this... :)

a time to remember

My grandma Bee was an amazing woman. A year since she left this present world, and it is a time to remember. Really, I have no profound words. I only wish to say that I miss her and I want to be like her. By the grace of God, I do not mourn as one who has no hope, but her death does inspire me to live better. It reminds me of what is important in life-- Jesus, and loving him wholeheartedly, and other people, and loving them well. Bee did this. I want to also.

ze daily grind

For a long time I had a boring life. Then it seemed with all the moves, new jobs, traveling, and not to mention romance, for a couple years there was something somewhat interesting going on. Now, it's back to normal--boring. But perhaps boring is the wrong word, I don't mean for it to sound negative. Maybe "dull" is more neutral-- simply lacking in brilliance, intensity, and variety.

Hah, that still sounds like I'm feeling sorry for myself. I'm not. This is refreshing. I'm feeling quite relieved to have a rhythm, a routine. It's actually something I've taken care to safeguard of late, for my own sanity's sake.

I'm trying to grow in "daily" things, like housekeeping (though I'm still a level 1 novice in that arena... luckily, I have a patient and able to take care of himself husband), reading (did you know I have a book blog? http://bookssarahsread.blogspot.com), and "seeking God's face, not only his hand"-- his character, not just his guidance.

I'm reveling in the ability to spend EVERY SINGLE DAY with my husband. Our spendfivewholedaystogether then be states apart for five long weeks routine worked for a time but is not a good way to do things long-term.

Life this way is less adrenaline, more discipline. Less exciting, but just as valuable. I'll soak up this season and enjoy it.

more honeymoon pics