Gahhh! Why am I so bad at this blogging thing? It has been months. Again. I really wanted this blog to be a glimpse into our lives in the first years of marriage and all the changes and adventures and such. So far, it’s just a bunch of apologies for not blogging enough. Ha! It’s not really that I don’t have anything to blog about, it’s just that I’d rather do other things. So, not making any promises this time. I’ll do what I can, and share what I can. I’ll have all my iPhone pictures to look back on these first years, anyway ;).
So, last week we went to Baton Rouge to spend time with Corey’s family and to see his brother, Ryan graduate from law school. It was so much fun, but as usual, our time there was too short. We ate lots of good food, drank lots of good coffee, and just in general had fun wandering around Baton Rouge.
The beautiful state capitol in downtown Baton Rouge
View of the lake on our run at LSU. It was a cooler, rainy day and there were tons of gorgeous houses around the lake. It made the run so much fun.
Look at all those cake balls. This was a little coffee shop near Corey’s brother’s house. They literally had 15 different–and pretty unique–flavors!
Corey’s brother, Ryan, and his wife. We’re so proud!
So now we’re back to regular life here in Durham. Excited for summer and all the fun it brings.
I found this last night while we were cleaning up/rearranging the upstairs
I wrote these lines from a Steven Curtis Chapman song out on a 3×5 card my junior year in college. The semester I spent in Philadelphia attending Temple with 50 other Messiah students. The semester before I got seriously ill and almost died.
I still remember that this was genuinely my prayer that semester. I wanted God to take away the things that kept me from relying on Him. And he did. It still rattles me to my core that what seemed to come of this heartfelt prayer was so much pain and suffering. But it is comforting to remember that when everything (seriously, everything) was stripped away, God was enough to sustain me.
My mom found this when she was going through my stuff that had been sent home from my college dorm room and brought it to the hospital and hung it on the wall of my room. I’ve kept it all these years (sometimes I have it in a place that I can see it every day, but then I’ll lose track of it only to find it again later) because it reminds me that Jesus is and always will be enough. My magnificent obsession.
So, I know I should post here more often than I do, but I just don’t feel like I have anything good to say. Every once in a while I think of something interesting to talk about or post, but when I sit down to actually do it, it’s like I’ve never had an intelligent thought in my life. I generally just give up before I start. So here I sit on another Friday night, exhausted, and not a thing to report.
Work has kind of been kicking my butt. Lots of new things to adjust to in regards to responsibilities and such. I still love my job, and I love taking on more, but man, it wears me out! And that’s pretty much all I have to say about that.
I thought I broke my big toe this morning. I was trying to get my yogurt for my lunch out from behind the crockpot that was for some reason lurking on the middle shelf ::ahem::. Anyway, when I went to pull it out, a jar of jelly rolled out in front of it and dropped onto my toe. I of course went upstairs to tell a sleeping Corey about the incident. Because who doesn’t want to be woken up by their wife crying saying she broke her toe? Exactly. As I was bemoaning the fact that the crockpot had found its way into the fridge and Corey started putting two and two together, she exclaimed, “the crockpot fell on your toe?!” I felt pretty silly following that up with, “no, it was a jar of jelly.” It did hurt for the rest of the day, though. And my toe is all red and swollen and throbbing, although less so now that it’s out of my Dansko. Ah well, not every morning can be injury-free. There’s always tomorrow…