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Monday, February 13, 2012

Love Overload

Today is February 13th, 2012.  This date is stamped forever in my memory, in my timeline of life, in my heart.  Today marks 7 years since Jerry asked me to be his girlfriend.  Today marks 2 years since Jerry asked me to be his wife.  Today marks 8 weeks since our beautiful baby girl was born.  Holy wow.  My heart is full.  My life is blessed.  I want to shout out a big praise to God for it all right now.
Life has it's ups and downs, the good and the bad, the lemons and the lemonade.  Thankfully, when it's good, it is OH.SO.GOOD and when it's been bad, it's been just ehh.  Nothing that we couldn't handle.  When I choose to focus on the good, things seem storybook.  We dated for five wonderful years.  He took me back to the same place he asked me to be his girlfriend and he proposed to me.  On a horse and carriage ride, y'all.  (That is kind of storybook!)  We were married on the beach 7.5 months later.  About five months later we were expecting a miracle - a precious little baby.  Here we sit now, full of sweet flippin' joy!  Some days I am exhausted to the core and some days I laugh and think that the only thing missing is a white picket fence. 

I loved our engagement.  It was perfect.  In every sense of the word perfect - it was just that.  This man may not always show affection,  and romance may not play a big part in our relationship, but this man, he did it right.  He swept me off my feet.  He surprised me.  He gave me the perfect engagement.

Our wedding?  Perfect too.  No, really.  It was.  I don't have a single thing to complain about it.  The weather was perfect. We were surrounded by friends and family.  People we love and people who love us.  One of my favorite bands was playing as we set out on our catamaran cruise.  We danced. We laughed.  We made some memories.

I was diagnosed with a tumor a few years back.  See, the lemons do exist.  I was told that it would be difficult to get pregnant.  Well, God had other plans because 5 months later, I felt pukey.  I was tired.  I couldn't fight off a cold.  I fell asleep in the car on the ride home.  I was moody and sensitive (surprise!)  I.was.pregnant!  It was an amazing 9 months.  I loved every bit of being pregnant.  Being pukey was a blessing.  I thanked God as I puked in my bathroom sink. (Sorry, Jer!)  I knew that I had a tiny little baby growing inside of me and that, my friends, was amazing! 

After 42 weeks of what I considered a "perfect pregnancy", we met her.  This tiny little piece of perfection that immediately stared into my eyes and stole my heart.  She is daddy's baby girl and mommy's greatest treasure.

I can't wait to see what the future holds.  I'm not planning on hitting the fast forward button anytime soon though.  I have some sweet, sweet lovin' to savor and enjoy!




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