Grateful for my two little ones

Before Ed and I were married, before we were even engaged, actually, we talked about children. I was so afraid that after going through chemotherapy and hormone therapy, and then surgery to have uterine fibroids removed, that I would be unable to have kids. I wanted a family, and I wanted the man I married to want a family too. At that point in my life, I was in my 30’s and had already dated men that would have made good father, would have been lousy fathers, and men who didn’t want kids at all. I had to make sure that Ed wanted the same things in life that I did, including having children.

Here we are, over twelve years later. My fears over infertility didn’t come to fruition. Our two little girls are fast asleep and Ed and I are sitting in the living room in our pajama pants. He’s playing Angry Birds and I’m trying to write.

Yup, it must seem like we don’t live a very exciting life.

Less than two hours ago, I kissed two chubby little cheeks goodnight. Having those two little girls in our lives is a miracle. Some nights I lie awake and am amazed that through God’s grace Ed and I are the parents to two beautiful little girls. I’m not going to gush too much, I promise.

I’m just so grateful for these two little girls who brighten my life every day.

Lily and Emmy

What are you thankful for? Join Gretchen and me for the Spin Cycle this week, and link up your thankful posts below!

Second Blooming



signature

Am I too old for glittery eyeshadow?

The other night, as I was heading to an Illinois Farm Family function, I told my girls that I wanted to put on more make-up before we left the house but I just hadn’t had time. I thought maybe a little eyeliner would have been nice; or some lipstick. But as usual, I was rushing to leave. I had taught preschool that morning, taken care of things around the house that afternoon, picked up the girls from school and helped with homework, and then it was time to go!

Just as they always do, my daughters told me I didn’t even need make-up. They say that they can’t even tell the difference when I wear it, and that I’m pretty without it. Well, those deep dark circles under my eyes tell me something else, and I tend to listen to my blond eyelashes more than my own daughters. We need midnight black mascara! I’ve heard that past a certain age, you shouldn’t wear shiny eyeshadow because it highlights your wrinkles. I probably hit that age 5 years ago.

Last Sunday at church, an older couple was sitting in front of us. During the sermon, their shoulders touched. Their heads leaned toward one another. I could imagine that when Ed and I aren’t separating two wiggly, giggly girls during the sermon, we will sit in the pew, heads tilted toward one another. I thought about the longevity of a good marriage. Ed won’t stay married to me because I’m beautiful (although like a good husband he tells me I’m pretty, especially when I’m mad at him!) I’m not going to stay married to him because he’s handsome. (He is very handsome, you know!) But there’s much more that will keep us together.

When you are out with your girlfriends, don’t you think they are so beautiful? I do, and it’s not just the wine talking!

My aunt said what all of us think. She is in her 70’s, and a very healthy, no-nonsense type of woman. She told me once that in her head she still pictures herself as young and thin, and then when she looks in the mirror she’s shocked at the old woman she’s become. We adore her, and when I think of her I think of the way she laughs. I love spending time with her. Is she the image of beauty? She would say no, but the rest of us would disagree.

You already know what I’m getting at; beauty comes from within.

Just like my girls love to put on sparkly clothes, however, I’ll always love my sparkly eyeshadow. I think I’ll go put some on right now.

Beauty

Join Gretchen from Second Blooming and me this week as we write about beauty! Link up your post below!

Second Blooming
We’re looking forward to reading what you have to say!



signature