He Makes Me Laugh

One of the best things about marrying the man I did was that I get to laugh...a lot. I'm certain this was one of the most strategic moves God made in putting the two of us together - he certainly knew that I would need a lot of joy sprinkled throughout my day. Sometimes he's goofy on purpose. Sometimes he's just goofy. Most days he's both. :)

Today as we were on our way home from visiting family over the weekend, I asked if we could make a quick stop into David's Bridal so that I could order my bridesmaids dress for my brother's wedding this coming summer.

L: How long do you think that will take?

Me: Oh, hopefully not too long. I just need to tell them I want a size 10 and pay for it.

L: Well, don't they need to measure you or something so you can make sure it's the right size?

Me: Ah, I'm hoping they won't make me do that - I'm sure a 10 will work. (Note: What woman doesn't hate getting measured?)

L: Well, what if it's the wrong size and doesn't fit? I mean, what if it's too small...I mean, too big...I mean...well, whatever size that means you're not fat.

Me: (Laughing hysterically) You mean, "What if the dress is too big?"

L: Yes. That one. What if the dress is too big?

Me: (Still laughing hysterically) I'll just have it altered.

L: Stop laughing. You knew what I meant.

Me: Of course I knew what you meant. (If I didn't, I would've socked you!)

The Honest Truth

I've been gone from the blogger world for a while. Since Thanksgiving to be exact.

Part of it (a small part of it, if I'm honest) is that I've just been BUSY. Too busy. But that's a story for another day. Another part of it (most of it, really) is that I've been wrestling with God on some pretty deep relational stuff. Stuff that's affected the core of who I am. Stuff that has made me question who He has made me to be, who He wants me to be, and the path He has me on at this exact moment. My incredible husband has been with me every step of the way, even when I went for about a week straight acting like a complete and total jerk to him every chance I had. It's difficult to write about something that turns your world upside down when you're still trying to figure out how to get everything right-side up again.

Hence...the sabbatical. Trust me, you didn't want to hear my thoughts anyway. Just ask my husband - he only got the tip of the iceberg, but I think it was more than enough for him. I remember repeating over and over again in my head the words I remember my mom telling me as a kid, "J, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." There's wisdom in that warning, you know.

The first time I felt like writing (and talking nicely) again was Friday, December 11th. Since then, I truly have been so busy with preparing for the inauguration of Santa and our family Christmases that I have fallen, nearly-comatose, into bed each night. Tonight, even though it's well past midnight, I felt driven to begin again, which was a feeling I decided not to ignore. Maybe tomorrow, I will be able to get to some pics from the past few weeks.

Though the break was nice, I am ready to be back and thankful that God has once again brought me through the fire and on to the other side, purified for His glory and equipped for His purpose. Onward!