Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Happy Birthday, Gi Gi!

Dear Grandma,

I wanted to wish you a happy birthday on the blog since I know you and Papa are such avid readers.  I am so thankful for you and your prayers for us.  Grace in your life has been such sweet grace in mine.  Thank you for modeling the wife and mom in  1 Peter 3 and Ephesians 5, and for constantly living out the Gospel to your family.   

"Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all" (Proverbs 31:29).  

I love you,
Melissa


Dear Gi-Gi,

For your birthday I wanted to surprise you...


I can now say, "Hey Gi-Gi!"



And lastly, I wanted to send you some kisses.  I love you very much and look forward to giving you a bear hug when I see you next.

Elizabeth Grace

The Piper's Blog Giveaway

Molly and Abraham are having a blog giveaway. I get my name thrown in the hat an extra time for posting about it on my blog. So I just wanted to tell you guys about it, but whatever you do, don't enter the giveaway. It will make my chances of winning slimmer. :-)

Update:

The links should be working now. Sorry about that.

Monday, February 16, 2009

A few thoughts (or confessions) about my writing style

I was thinking about my style of writing last night. Here are a few of my observations:
  1. My grammar is rough. For all you grammar nazis: I'm really, really sorry.
  2. I like to use parentheticals. Mainly because I think that current thought should be further a bit (and most of the time it really doesn't). And well, It's biblical you know. :-)
  3. I heart commas. Jon has nicknamed me "Comma Queen." I think they are pretty and if I'm ever in doubt I throw one in for good measure. Yep. I forgot all the comma rules. I just use them eve,ry,where.
  4. Recently, I noticed people using these * around words. So I decided to throw some of those in the mix because I like the *. I don't even know the reason people use them. I place them in when it seems fitting (but don't ask when it seems fitting, I don't really know).
  5. Yeah...I don't even know what * name is.

I'm sure there are a lot of other things (please don't hurt my feelings) but I thought I'd start here. I am now going to google what * are called and the reasons for its usage. Oh, and I probably should add (or confess) a sixth thought:

  • I'm a people-pleaser and care too much what other's think. I don't want anyone thinking I'm an idiot. But that is perhaps a another blog for another time.

Update:

I already knew that * are called asterisk. Sorry, I had a somewhat blond moment and thought I was more stupid than what I really was. Good thing I clarified that and appeased the people-pleasing monster in me (refer back to the last bulleted thought if you need clarification).

Saturday, February 14, 2009

An every-day-kind of Valentine's

Oftentimes when I meet people they ask, "Do you mind telling me how old you are?" I'm sure somewhere in the midst of our conversation my immaturity reared it's ugly head and gave them hints I'm a little younger than what they originally thought. When I say, "22," they gasp, call me a baby with a baby, etc. One time I even had an elderly lady advise me (because unbeknown to be me, I had asked her advice) to wait before I had any more children. I should have *fun* while I'm *young*.

I know some people think I am crazy. I got married six days after I turned 21 and had a baby 2 months before I turned 22. I know that is not normally what 21/22 year olds are doing.

But as I write this, I have a 13 month-old squealing with delight in the background as she bangs away on her pretend laptop, trying to copy her momma. And I have a husband who is currently working on his paper, eager to come home to me. I couldn't imagine my life any other way. Nor would I want it any other way. I have a husband who meant that he will love me to "death do us part," and a daughter who adores me. My heart is full. I have so much joy being a wife and mother; I know I am not missing out on any fun.

For me, every day feels like Valentine's Day. Jonathan delightfully comes home to me to greet me with a kiss; and Elizabeth anxiously walks toward me to give me bear hugs throughout the day. I am so thankful that God has given me both of them. And I understand that this joy is only a foretaste of the joy that is found in Him.

But of course, my romantic husband is making this day special for me. It's all a surprise. And I love surprises!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

My Valentine's Day Wish...

To all my fellow chocolaholics,

Is it just me, or is the temptation to buy boxes of chocolate seem extremely hard this time of year? When doing my grocery shopping I have found myself often circling the heart-shaped boxes display that beckons my name, "Melissa, please buy me."

The other day at Target, I had one in my hand. My plan was to buy it for Jonathan as his Valentine's present. I got almost to the check-out and had a let-me-be-honest-with-myself-moment. Jonathan doesn't even care for chocolates. The most he would probably eat would be 3 and 1/2 (the 1/2 being the chocolate covered coconut that I always end up getting. I spit one half out, and put the other back in the box). I couldn't buy it once I figured it was like me buying a present for myself. So I left with 2 boxes of double fudge brownies, both of which are gone (they were on sale--I couldn't help it!).

Last year at Valentine's Day, Elizabeth was almost 2 months old. Naturally, I was trying to loss my baby weight, so Jonathan, who knows my obsession with chocolate, bought me an extra-extra dark chocolate bar. Yep, it was disgusting.

The only present I would love more than chocolate for Valentine's Day would be a Honda Odyssey. And since that is highly unlikely, I'm hoping for a box, even a small one, though the bigger, the better. :) So here is my subtle hint to my husband, and a cry of help for my chocolate addiction.

Having withdrawals,
Melissa

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Update on a walking Elizabeth

Here is an updated video showing the progression of Elizabeth walking.  Notice how motherly she is at the end.  She loves her babies.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The Shepherd and His Unregenerate Sheep

I thoroughly enjoy listening to Matt Chandler.  I have not heard him in a while, but I thought that I would take advantage of hearing him in person at Desiring God Pastor's conference.  I really encourage you to listen or read this morning's message, "The Shepherd and His Unregenerate Sheep." 

Monday, February 2, 2009

Our Southern Belle

For all of you who are worried, Elizabeth will carry on a thick southern accent here in the northern state---just like her daddy. 


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