And we're off!

Hey, faithful blog readers (if there are any of you left!) Things have been a leetle crazy lately, what with Chet taking the bar, family vacation, moving out of our house, and planning a six-month road trip/farming adventure.

So for the next six months, come find me blogging over here. Hopefully we'll make it through the road trip and onto the farm ;)

5 years

About a month ago we celebrated our FIVE year anniversary. Sometimes that seems like so much time and sometimes it seems like nothing at all (most days I still feel like a newlywed) .

Five years is still five years, you know? But the time has passed so quickly.

I guess we must be having fun.

Time flies, am I right?

Anyway, thanks to some generous family and friends, we got to have a whole weekend to ourselves. One night here in town and then to a bed and breakfast at a winery nearby.

We relaxed. We rested. We enjoyed.

We used to be theoretical. We used to talk about our vision for our family and our hopes for the future. But this time we didn't.

We laughed.

Maybe what we needed back in the day was to plan and create a vision. Maybe what we need now is rest from that. Or maybe we are a little more realistic with ourselves three kids later.

Whatever the case, we are the Lord's. We are thankful for our five years and three kids and are hopeful for many more to come.

Smiles and hugs forever

You need to watch this. Repeatedly. (Or once. It'll have the same effect, i.e. once it's in your head, it will never leave.)

Goes without saying that it's the Number 1 Most Requested Song here in Hutchville.

(At least it's not annoying.)

I plank, you plank, we plank

After my sister showed Sharks some pictures of her planking, he wanted to try it.

First attempt:

Planking on the couch. Also known as lying on the couch. Little did I know I've been planking for years.

Next attempt:

Planking on a chair. Creative.

Third attempt:

By jove, I think he's got it.

They say silence is golden

This time, silence was an overturned aloe plant and a one-year old throwing dirt.

I'm dying over here

This five-year old girl wandered over to our yard to play yesterday and we got to talking.

I asked, So do you have any brothers or sisters?

Yeah. I have a brother, but he's really sick. Like, really, really sick. You know the kind of sick where you die? Umm, I can't remember what his sickness is called though...but I know that it makes you die.

(I'm thinking, cancer? And I was really sad. Because having a sick brother who is going to die has got to be tough.)

Then she says,

Oh! Yeah! I remember! It's called DIahrrea!

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Gold medal for my effort in keeping a straight face?

Finis

These law school years have felt like a really, really long pregnancy.

Growing, stretching, and discomfort.

Sleepless nights.

That sense of expectancy, the knowledge that there is a point to all of this pain.



So graduation was a pretty awesome night. We decided not to bring the kids because all we wanted was to be able to soak in the moment, and I wanted to yell really loud when Chet crossed that stage to get hooded.

(I was thisclose to yelling, "I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES!" but I've already had his babies, so it seemed a moot point.)

You know when you have a baby, how you are more proud than you have ever been, and you just look at each other and say, "We did it, babe! We did it!!"

And you are amazed and humbled that the Lord brought you to that place?

Well, that's what it felt like.So very proud of this man.

By God's grace, WE DID IT, BABE!!!