I had hoped to post about last weeks happenings. But you know, life happened and was unable to do so.
I had hoped to post about Micah's birthday and our Disneyland Afterhours adventure.
I had hoped for Vernon's nine month check up to go well but instead I left in tears because of the feelings brought on by the realization that he is behind on quite a few "skills" according to the nine month questionnaire
I had hoped that Elsie would be handling her big girl bed as beautifully as she did the first couple weeks, but she isn't. She is getting up multiple times during the night, and we are not used to this kind of thing from her.
I wish I could say I handled these long nights graciously with patience, but I haven't.
I had hoped that the Gingerbread Latte I ordered, after waiting in a twelve minute drive thru line with screaming babies in the back seat, was what I would receive. Instead I gulped a nasty swig of Egg Nog latte. This discovery wasn't made until I was well on my way home.
I wish my babies (even with all the teething & not staying in bed phases) would stay this little forever.
I hope that I will live closer to my friends again someday.
I hope to learn to pray without ceasing.
I had hoped that by my age I could take hold of my emotions rather then wear them on both sleeves.
I hope you all have a very Happy Thanksgiving!
and make wonderful memories with your loved ones.
I also hope you don't have a mister like this lurking around to devour your Thanksgiving Ham. If you have no idea what that is in reference to read Micah's post about that year here.
I hope you will all take the time to listen to this and be as blessed as I am every. single. time
I listen to it.
I listen to it.
Psalms 31:24 "Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the Lord."