One Day....

One day, not long ago, there was a good looking hot musician. He was a bass guitar player in a rock band. He had long hair, trendy clothes, and bone structure like you wouldn't believe.

There was also, on this same day, a high school girl. She had dark blonde hair, loved living, and also wore trendy-ish clothes.

This was a magical day because this musician and this girl met. It was the Fourth of July and this girl and her friends went over to a house where this band was hanging out at. It turns out, the girls friends were also friends with this band. As soon as the girl walked into the house and locked eyes with the musician, it was over for her. She tried to play it cool as best she could, but she was never really any good at that. They spent the evening talking and the musician even taught her how to skateboard. How romantic. Since then, the girl has been head over heels in love with the musician. Good thing he felt the same way.

The girl and the musician started dating and after about a year he asked her to marry him. Ever since that day back in 2003, the girl had no question she wanted to be the musician's wife. She said yes and a year after that, they tied the knot.

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Today is not only (a gorgeous) Earth Day. There is another celebration. Today is the day, four years ago, I got to marry by best friend. There are no words I can use to describe my love for that musician. He was and is designed perfectly for me. I think he knows be better than I know myself.

Happy Anniversary, Love.

My Littles

I can't believe I've let almost two weeks go by with nothing from me! If I spent as much time blogging as I did on Facebook, you'd have to check back between four and six times per day. It's a habit I'm trying to break as it is not very productive.

I'm thinking I'd like to gush about my incredible, edible Roman. He is such a delight. A handful at times, but any stress all melts away when he gives me kisses out of the blue (and unprompted), or his remarkable way of looking at me when he knows he's in trouble, or after requesting to go 'ad-di  uh huh?' -long i- (outside), eight times in a row and I finally give in, his pleased-with-himself grin and sweet little giggle restore any lost hope for the day.

I'm trying to see the world through his big, beautiful, blue eyes. Those eyes that have only been seeing for a mere 16 months. New discoveries around every corner await being encountered. He finds a ridiculous amount of joy with sidewalk chalk, rocks, and strolling down the yard and back. I'm positive his mind has been blown with the amount of ground he can cover since learning to walk last month. He's mastering his balance still, but getting so good!

Eating dinner is much more fun when doing so under the evening sun.

Roman's speech is fantastic. He is saying so many words and has even said 'no mama' and 'mah kakah' (more cracker), once or twice. 'No' is by far the favorite word in his limited vocabulary, yet it is so amazing how well he can repeat a word you tell him to say.

But it isn't always peaches and cream here. With his new found independence he's just that.  Mr. Independent. And when he doesn't get what his little, precious heart desires -which lately has been going outside every second of the day- he likes to throw a little, precious fit. Just earlier this week he was rolling on the floor with crocodile tears streaming down his face for about 20 minutes because I was cooking dinner and he wanted to return to nature. I laughed out loud and video taped it.

I have never known this kind of love. My heart is overflowing with love for this little person. If this is even a fraction of the way God loves his children, we're all in for a treat when we get to heaven.

And to our newest Little. I cannot wait for his arrival. He is busy moving, flipping, kicking and growing. I often wonder if he will resemble his big brother upon birth. It's hard to believe he's already 25 weeks old. We only have 15 more short weeks, just him and I. It's been a lot harder to bond with him the way I did with Roman. I stay so busy during the day that I just don't think about it as much. Jeff asked me if I love him the way I love Roman. I told him it's different. I absolutely love him, but I think I need to have him in my arms and gaze into his eyes to fall in love. I am getting so anxious to meet him and learn what he's all about. So is Roman. He gives Baby kisses and talks about Baby all the time. He also loves babies in general so I know he is going to be an outstanding, helpful big brother. I'm already proud of him.

Here's to enjoying our Littles.
-s

Easter-ness

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Time goes by too fast these days. I've wanted to blog about Easter for a while now, but I'm not one for blogging without pictures. And I don't like to post photos that haven't been edited. (I know, how snobby of me, but once you've tasted all that editing can do, it's hard to go back)! And I haven't been able to edit any photos lately because the program is on Jeff's computer which he takes to work.

But now that I've gotten my butt in gear and have these splendid photos to share, here I am. 

Easter was great. It felt 'different' in a way I can't really put into words. In the past it was just another holiday. Important, yes, but I've never experienced it. Make sense? 

God is doing some great, amazing and challenging things in my heart (and mind), and it's been awesome. More on that later.

So back to Easter. It technically wasn't Roman's first, but it seemed like it because he was so small last year. This year I wanted to dress him in pastel-y colors and get somewhat caught up in (but not losing sight of the real purpose, of course) traditions.  

We enjoyed a lunch with Jeff's family and had a small egg hunt with Roman's cousins, Nora and Owen. Opening presents was a treat, too.

From delicately crafted bracelets

to a Nemo Bubble Blower, a must have during breakfast,

all the babes were satisfied.  

Then it was off to Papa Bohn's house for another round of hunting down those brilliant eggs, 

enjoying a ridiculous amount of marshmallows,

and finding a special egg with a special little boy's name on it that didn't contained small white sugary treasures in it.

On the menu were hamburgers, fruit, chips, and fantastic egg shaped scotcharoos,

made courtesy of this adorable couple.

To end the evening, we were excited to have our own real 'petting zoo.'  Papa's acreage has horses for neighbors. Roman was very excited about it.

And, of course, a family photo

It was really bright!    

love,
-s