Friday, December 19, 2008
Not kidding, people. I genuinely married the man of my dreams. Some of you know that for the past couple months I have kinda been on a roll. I'm generally a very healthy person, but lately I've spent a lot of time at the doctor's office or the ER. Most of my ailments have left me pretty useless as far as housework, doggy-duty, and supportive-wife stuff goes. That has left Dameon with a lot of burden on his shoulders. (He would never call it a burden, but I definitely would.) Somehow he has kept up with everything that I've dumped on him, taken care of me every step of the way, and not even rolled his eyes at me! Phew! That's a lot to take on. But besides his recent increase in responsibility, I love him for so many other reasons, too. (Some of which I'll clearly have to save for a Valentine's Day post or something.) I think I take for granted so many things about him. For one thing, he is an extremely hard worker. He is always trying to figure out ways to take care of his family more...I can't wait til he gets to be a dad!! He's also extremely sensitive, which is so rare. He never hesitates to talk about his feelings or ask me to share mine. He knows how to talk about problems and is quick to humble himself and apologize. (I hope I can learn to be more like him someday.) But more than anything, he loves the Lord more everyday. I can look back in just the short time I've known him and see many ways God is working in his life.
Without hesitation, I can say that I deserve NONE of this. Why has God blessed me, the greatest of sinners, with so much? How can I even begin to feel in my heart the gratitude that I owe? The truth is, as wonderful as he is, Dameon is not my joy. I cannot put my hope in him and he certainly can't put his hope in me. I can only delight myself in the Lord and wait on Him. I'm excited for how He will continue to work in our lives as individuals and in our marriage.
(Okay, so I feel like this is just a series of random thoughts, but I'm okay with that.) I think it's important during this "Season of Hope" to take time to consider where our hope really lies.
Monday, November 24, 2008
But, I think the biggest thing I miss about teaching preschool (besides my top-notch associate) is all the funny stories I would come home with each day. For some reason kindergartners are just that much more grown-up and logical...or something. So I've decided I'm going to make a countdown of my all-time favorite teaching stories/moments for your reading pleasure. I'm hoping you find them humorous and not just had-to-be-there. While I don't have the time to type them all right now, I still want to share them. So I think I'll do one each day.
So it was my first year of teaching, and it was the beginning of the year. This meant I had to wade through a lot of assessment with the kids to get a baseline for where they were at and where we were headed. On this particular day, I needed to assess each individual child on letter identification. Basically I would hold up a card with a letter on it to see if he/she knew what the letter was. The kids were doing okay with it, and I was generally pleased with the number of letters they already knew. These were 3-year-olds, so it's not like I had huge expectations. As I'm assessing this one little guy, I notice his tone of voice and expression are quite annoyed and "over it". Almost like he thinks this is the most pointless thing he's ever done in his three years of living and he can't believe I'm wasting his time with such petty tasks. Now, this MIGHT make sense if he was whipping through the letters with ease, having already mastered all 26. But this wasn't the case. For every letter I presented, his response was the same: "18". And every time he said "18", he was more annoyed than the time before. It was basically getting to the point where he was hardly taking the time to even look at the letter before rolling his little eyes and saying, "18." To me, this was both hilarious and concerning. So we continue to work our way through the alphabet and it goes like this:
(I show S)
(I show M)
(I show E)
You get the point. The next letter I present is letter 'O'. I'm not expecting the child to even hesitate, and he doesn't. But instead of spitting out his usual "18", he instead says, "head."
It took me a second to realize what he meant, and then I got it. I had to look away so I could giggle a little. Isn't that SO cute?!? Classic.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Most recently Brad wrote and performed a song at my aunt's funeral. I was blown away by the way he kept his composure and sang a song that had such a perfectly appropriate message for that day. Wowza!
He is in the process of recording a mini-album of his original work, which will soon be released by yours truly right on this very blog. :) Stay tuned...
Saturday, November 1, 2008
All in all, it was a great day. I had so much fun spending time with good friends and being there to witness such a monument in Annie's life. I look forward to hearing Annie's tales of newlywed-ism and maybe offering some words of advice here and there.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
I was so thrilled for her...and for myself. I could now live vicariously through her and thus fill the wedding-withdrawl-sized hole in my heart. (Not that marriage isn't great, but that day goes by way too quickly!) Okay, but seriously, I am so excited for Annie and Ryley to make this life-changing and life-long commitment to each other. Marriage is a blessing and a gift, not to be taken lightly. Not that I'm all that wise or anything, but I do know that the Lord uses marriage to teach you so many things about yourself and about Himself. How awesome is that?
I'm honored to be able to stand up with Annie this weekend as she takes her vows and officially becomes Mrs. Bjustrom and I'm so thankful for her enduring friendship.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
This week is homecoming week, so each day is designated as a different dress-up day. Today was deemed "Crazy Day", and the kids were supposed to dress in wacky colors, inside out and backward clothes, different shoes, etc. About mid-way through the morning, one little guy announced, "I've got my shirt on backward, my pants on backward, and my underwear on backward." Wowza. That's dedication.
This was also the day that a group of high school cheerleaders, athletes, and drumliners (my personal favorite) came to our school to do a pep assembly. The kids were so thrilled to see all this excitement live and up close! As the pep assembly ended and we were heading out for recess, I overheard a conversation between two of my girls---
"I'm going to be a cheerleader when I grow up. Are you?"
"Yeah! I changed my mind about princess and doctor."
Friday, October 3, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
1. If you lay completely still, keeping your breathing as slow and steady as possible, your husband will be less likely to make YOU take the whining dog outside at 4:00 a.m.
2. Marrying someone who will eat most anything and do it with a really great "this is the best spaghetti I've ever tasted and I'll never get sick of it even if we eat it 4 times a week" face should definitely be in your Top 3 criteria when searching for a mate.
3. I'm not always right, I'm not always right, I'm not always right, I'm not always right...(but I am right most of the time)
4. Filling up 92% of your DVR space with Jon and Kate plus 8 episodes gets difficult to justify after awhile.
5. If you're going to put a five-pound rump roast down your garbage disposal....just don't.
*Being married is the best thing ever. Especially when your husband loves you despite items 1-5.