This Weekend
This weekend was all things hard, lovely & beautiful & though there are moments that I would go back and change, it was exactly what the Doctor ordered for this weary soul of mine. It has been a tough couple of weeks, as this entire season has been. A few bright faces showed up last week on campus, nine of them to be exact. Nine sweet, beautiful faces that are mine for the year. Nine girls who I get to love, mentor & live life with. I am beyond excited. They are sassy and fabulous and I enjoy my moments of teaching them, laughing with them and learning beside them. After a full week back at work last week, I was excited and ready for the weekend.
Friday night I had to work last minute, and though it wasn't terrible, something that night generated a long time argument of Jonny & I. We went to bed upset, woke up upset and it was a mess. We argued, the volume escalated quickly. It was hard, there was some hurt on both sides, and like a normal married couple who is raw and real, we were angry with each other. We both said things we didn't mean and we both cried. We were supposed to go to a financial class at our church and we both looked at each other thinking at this point, our finances are the least of our marital worries.
We mustered up the courage to wipe away the tears and go to the class. We said our apologies, we even laughed a little. I made a comment about how every other couple in the world must be doing well because Satan has been so busy attacking our marriage there is no way he could have time for others. We smiled we laughed and we forgave each other. It was a simple victory that we fought the urge to leave and spend the Saturday apart from each other. We ate at Chick Fil A, and even after leaving a financial freedom course, Jonny took me to Old Navy to get some pants I've been wanting. God love that man of mine.
We took a long nap wrapped up in each others arms and were grateful for little victories. We took a drive, and decided to play football that evening and watch a movie. While playing football, I hurt my knee and was pretty upset. So we layed in bed, watched the Divine Secret of the Ya-Ya sisterhood, because my husband is awesome like that. Every 20 minutes or so, he presses pause and declares a "snuggle break." This is usually 2-5 minutes where he wraps me up in his arms, and I can't get out. He just holds me. When its over, he presses play and the movie resumes. After one of the snuggle breaks, he asked me if we had ice cream. We didn't so he asked if we could make cookies. At this point, its 10:30pm. Which is late for us old people who normally wake up at 5am each morning.
Needless to say the cookies didnt make it to the oven, we ate the dough in bed, with big cups of milk. It was a blast. We laughed and enjoyed each moment.
I woke up in the middle of the night, and my knee was throbbing. I started crying, Jonny asked if I was okay, and I simply stated that my knee was hurt worse than I thought, he prayed over me and I fell back asleep.
Sunday morning, I woke up to a text from a dear friend who had gone into labor early. She was asking for prayers that the baby would wait a little longer to come. We have been praying for this friend for a while, because there have been many complications with her baby, but we serve a mighty God who could do anything, So we have been praying ever since we found out for a miracle. I couldn't necessarily walk well so we decided to stay home and watch church online. I am so thankful for my church, honestly, its such a blessing to be able to watch from online while members are sick, or injured.
After coffee & church at home, we made a grocery list for the week. Jonny was going to go on his own since my knee was hurting, but there were some ingredients that I was a little nervous he wouldn't know what they were. So I ended up going with. I drove in one of the motorized scooters at the grocery store. People, if you have never ridden in one, the forward and reverse is really confusing, and I am pretty sure that I hit like five people. Anyways, moving on... we got home, unloaded groceries and just reminisced on life with Jonny. He sat outside in 108 degrees and cooked carne asada so we could have fajitas. Most people are at the beach, soaking up the sun. We are making fajitas on the hottest day of the year in riverside. That's our life.. and I love it. By no means is it easy, but it's worth it.
After fajitas, we napped. Sunday afternoon's are my jam. We woke up and it was 113 degrees, which equates to a iced mango black tea in the trenta size at starbucks. Most husbands would say no.. mine just laughs and orders me my drink and smiles as I enjoy it. We came home to do laundry and prep for the week, which is our normal Sunday afternoon routine. However, yesterday, it was different. It had this sweetness to it. I turned on worship music and worshiped through the beauty that we live in. Halfway through making dinner, I felt familiar arms wrap around my waist and he just danced with me in the kitchen, to Citizens and Saints "O God, you never leave my side, Your love will stand firm through all my life." It was beautiful, we don't always get things right, but when we do, they are so sweet, its indescribable. We had dinner, and we finished up some chores around the house. We have deemed Sunday nights as ice cream, and catch up nights. We grabbed ice cream, and read with some dim lamps, and our individual ben & jerry's pint of ice cream.
While I was reading, I received a text that my friend had her baby at 1:32pm, and at 3:05pm, he went to be with Jesus, she asked us for prayer and told us it was so hard. I immediately started crying. Jonny just held me. My heart broke for my sweet friend, her husband, and the baby that is walking the streets of heaven, healed and whole. Jonny held me, and prayed for their family.
Life is hard & there are some things, that I will just never understand. I went to bed with tears in my eyes, and a hope that one day we will meet Ethan Daniel in heaven on the streets of gold.
All in all, this past weekend was precious, beautiful and exactly what this heart of mine needed.
It is a new week, with new demands and tasks, but I am living on a high from this weekend that will hopefully carry me through to Friday. Have a great week friends!!
Friday night I had to work last minute, and though it wasn't terrible, something that night generated a long time argument of Jonny & I. We went to bed upset, woke up upset and it was a mess. We argued, the volume escalated quickly. It was hard, there was some hurt on both sides, and like a normal married couple who is raw and real, we were angry with each other. We both said things we didn't mean and we both cried. We were supposed to go to a financial class at our church and we both looked at each other thinking at this point, our finances are the least of our marital worries.
We mustered up the courage to wipe away the tears and go to the class. We said our apologies, we even laughed a little. I made a comment about how every other couple in the world must be doing well because Satan has been so busy attacking our marriage there is no way he could have time for others. We smiled we laughed and we forgave each other. It was a simple victory that we fought the urge to leave and spend the Saturday apart from each other. We ate at Chick Fil A, and even after leaving a financial freedom course, Jonny took me to Old Navy to get some pants I've been wanting. God love that man of mine.
We took a long nap wrapped up in each others arms and were grateful for little victories. We took a drive, and decided to play football that evening and watch a movie. While playing football, I hurt my knee and was pretty upset. So we layed in bed, watched the Divine Secret of the Ya-Ya sisterhood, because my husband is awesome like that. Every 20 minutes or so, he presses pause and declares a "snuggle break." This is usually 2-5 minutes where he wraps me up in his arms, and I can't get out. He just holds me. When its over, he presses play and the movie resumes. After one of the snuggle breaks, he asked me if we had ice cream. We didn't so he asked if we could make cookies. At this point, its 10:30pm. Which is late for us old people who normally wake up at 5am each morning.
Needless to say the cookies didnt make it to the oven, we ate the dough in bed, with big cups of milk. It was a blast. We laughed and enjoyed each moment.
I woke up in the middle of the night, and my knee was throbbing. I started crying, Jonny asked if I was okay, and I simply stated that my knee was hurt worse than I thought, he prayed over me and I fell back asleep.
Sunday morning, I woke up to a text from a dear friend who had gone into labor early. She was asking for prayers that the baby would wait a little longer to come. We have been praying for this friend for a while, because there have been many complications with her baby, but we serve a mighty God who could do anything, So we have been praying ever since we found out for a miracle. I couldn't necessarily walk well so we decided to stay home and watch church online. I am so thankful for my church, honestly, its such a blessing to be able to watch from online while members are sick, or injured.
After coffee & church at home, we made a grocery list for the week. Jonny was going to go on his own since my knee was hurting, but there were some ingredients that I was a little nervous he wouldn't know what they were. So I ended up going with. I drove in one of the motorized scooters at the grocery store. People, if you have never ridden in one, the forward and reverse is really confusing, and I am pretty sure that I hit like five people. Anyways, moving on... we got home, unloaded groceries and just reminisced on life with Jonny. He sat outside in 108 degrees and cooked carne asada so we could have fajitas. Most people are at the beach, soaking up the sun. We are making fajitas on the hottest day of the year in riverside. That's our life.. and I love it. By no means is it easy, but it's worth it.
After fajitas, we napped. Sunday afternoon's are my jam. We woke up and it was 113 degrees, which equates to a iced mango black tea in the trenta size at starbucks. Most husbands would say no.. mine just laughs and orders me my drink and smiles as I enjoy it. We came home to do laundry and prep for the week, which is our normal Sunday afternoon routine. However, yesterday, it was different. It had this sweetness to it. I turned on worship music and worshiped through the beauty that we live in. Halfway through making dinner, I felt familiar arms wrap around my waist and he just danced with me in the kitchen, to Citizens and Saints "O God, you never leave my side, Your love will stand firm through all my life." It was beautiful, we don't always get things right, but when we do, they are so sweet, its indescribable. We had dinner, and we finished up some chores around the house. We have deemed Sunday nights as ice cream, and catch up nights. We grabbed ice cream, and read with some dim lamps, and our individual ben & jerry's pint of ice cream.
While I was reading, I received a text that my friend had her baby at 1:32pm, and at 3:05pm, he went to be with Jesus, she asked us for prayer and told us it was so hard. I immediately started crying. Jonny just held me. My heart broke for my sweet friend, her husband, and the baby that is walking the streets of heaven, healed and whole. Jonny held me, and prayed for their family.
Life is hard & there are some things, that I will just never understand. I went to bed with tears in my eyes, and a hope that one day we will meet Ethan Daniel in heaven on the streets of gold.
All in all, this past weekend was precious, beautiful and exactly what this heart of mine needed.
It is a new week, with new demands and tasks, but I am living on a high from this weekend that will hopefully carry me through to Friday. Have a great week friends!!
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