This One's for the Boy

Ok ladies. Bear with me. I've been watching too much Jane Austen recently. And it got me thinking. *da da dunnnnnn*
We've all grown up wanting Mr. Darcy or Mr. Knightley. The tall, confident gentleman who truly cares for us. And many of us find out that he doesn't exist. But can I just say? He does. His name is Mr. Lawrie! Forgive me if I gush, but just give me a minute (or a paragraph) to brag a bit.

Mr. Lawrie is a real man. A man who is not afraid of my feminine outbursts (and ladies, it's crucial for our men to stand up to us!!!!). A man who loves me enough to tell me "No" (gasp!) I've known for a while now, and the feeling keeps growing- I hit the jackpot! I'm truly amazed when I look back and see what God brought to me in Mr. Lawrie. He challenges me to grow, teaches me about the Lord and how to serve Him. Mr. Lawrie is "proud" perhaps....but he's got the biggest heart of anyone I know. He strives to serve us first and foremost and gives us healthy boundaries that protect our family. As I think about all I have learned and continue to gather from his wisdom, I'm floored that by waiting God's best, I actually got it! :)

So maybe it's a bit syrup-y.
But he deserves it.
So maybe it's cliche.
But he's anything but cliche.

From the words of Austen herself: I think him everything that is worthy and amiable.

So Little time....

well, let's just say that having two kids under two is a serious obstacle to blogging. Ok, so maybe it's not just the kids.... but combine the kids, job and church.....whew!

But I love it. It's lovely chaos.

And the second time around? SO much easier (and yet harder). Listening for breathing? nah, she'll be fine. Sterilizing everything before she touches it? Are you kidding? And waking her up to make sure she eats at 3 hour intervals? You've got to be kidding. haha

It's amazing how so many things that created great anxiety with Corban are not even issues with Moriah.

But Moriah brings out a whole different side of me. I mean, she's a GIRL! She loves talking and cuddling.... and could care less about the toys. There's something about such a little, delicate thing that brings out a more sensitive side of mothering. She has melted my heart in a way that Corban hasn't. Not that I don't adore him, 'cause I do. A ton.

Now what gets me is the incredible difference between each kid- I mean nothin' ruffles Corban's feathers. He's the most easy-going, flexible person I know. But Moriah? Ah, no. She NEEDS to be held. She HATES the car. She will certainly let you know when she's less than pleased with you. Sometimes her cries have such perfect inflection, I feel like she's a teenager in a baby's body. And it cracks me up! She has the best expressions and smiles like no one's business. I thought Corban was expressive until I met Miss Moriah. This girl is going to be a lawyer or somethin' because she knows how to get what she wants! :)