The beast
29 Jun 2008 1 Comment
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Our faithful and beloved dog Portia had a visit with the vet last week. Boy, was it eye opening. I was in such denial about her weight. Often people have commented on her large size, to which I would scoff. ”She’s just big boned,” I’d think. Or “that’s just her breed.” Well, I was not prepared to hear that she weighs a whooping 130 pounds! So, it’s time for a diet, and more exercise.
I am very motivated to take care of our precious puppy. She is my first born.:) We couldn’t have ever dreamed of a better, more patient dog.
Losing Time
28 Jun 2008 Leave a Comment
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Been off the grid recuperating from the hectic last week of school. Also, finally not puking so much.
Last week was Emma’s last week of Kindergarten… sniff. She starts the 1st grade Sunday school class this week. It’s going SO very fast. Which is why I have been looking forward to the summer. We have very few commitments on our schedule. We’re just going to play and I’m going to relish her childhood. This will be our last sumer alone. And though the new addition will bring more fun and life, it will be different.
Here’s a peak at Emma’s last week of school.
Slow Ride
17 Jun 2008 1 Comment
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Take it easy.
That’s what we did on Sunday. We celebrated David, who is the world’s best dad (for Emma). Emma and I gave him “Guitar Hero” because he’s our hero. I’m not gonna get all smushy, but I have to say I am blessed to have such an amazing husband to partner with in all this crazy parenting stuff.
The best laid plans
12 Jun 2008 4 Comments
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Not only did I have expectations for this year, I had plans. Travel plans, organizational plans, marathon plans. Most importantly, adoption plans. This pregnancy has once again shown me I need to flexible, I need to watch and wait on God. I need to trust that when plans don’t go my way, I can still be headed in the right direction.
The adoption. As far as I understand the “rules,” we cannot continue with the adoption. I thought we’d be able to be put on “hold.” But unfortunately, we must stop the process altogether. I think we can start again once the baby is a year old, maybe sooner. With some of the recent changes in adoption in Korea we may have to start from scratch and change countries.
So plans have changed. And the plan right now is to get through the pregnancy, delivery and infancy of a new baby. I should have a t-shirt made that says, “I’ll play it by ear.” Since that seems to be the hallmark of my life right now.
Great Expectations
10 Jun 2008 15 Comments
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In my life I have had many expectations. As an adult I have found that some of my expectations are unrealistic, but I’m somewhat of a realist and do not find myself disappointed often. I’ve learned also, that my expectations rarely match God’s plans. BUT, in this last year I had some expectations…
I expected the adoption process to be lengthy and difficult.
I expected to wait.
I expected to be able to run a marathon.
I expected to have lots of time before we had to clean up the guest room.
I expected to feel good.
I expected so many things.
BUT
one thing is certain.
I did not expect
to be
expecting…
Coming December 2008
Baby D
Stace ROCKS!
05 Jun 2008 2 Comments
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Last Sunday was San Diego’s Rock n’ Roll marathon. The weather was great, got a little hot at the end, but overall it was good. We went to cheer on my buddy Stacey. I thought I’d run a little with her. I ended up running the last 6 miles. Technically, I’d be called a “bandit.” That’s someone who runs in the race without registering. What’s worse is that the race ends on a Marine base with tight security. Someone almost stopped me at the end but we were too fast. Felt a little funny crossing the finishing line, but enjoyed being there for my friend. Who, by the way, finished with a 4:09 time! Also, I don’t know anyone else who run a grueling 26.2 miles and still look amazing
As we waited for Stacey at mile 20 I started to feel a little emotional. Watching all the runners suffering, I wanted some. There is definetley some kind of sickness required to run marathons. You gotta want the pain, to love the pain. As Paul says, you must beat your body and make it your slave.
So Stace, 2010, Hawaii, me and you!
