In This Moment

The macaroni pasta is boiling in the pot for our favorite macaroni and cheese recipe.

A steady drip of water is falling into our paint bucket behind the refrigerator, thanks to another leak in the line going to the ice maker. (The plumber will be coming tomorrow to repair that and replace all the plumbing under of sink. Oh, the joys of owning your own home!)

A stack of thank-you cards waits for me to write in and address. Last week, we were incredibly blessed by the  people I work with at my first baby shower.

My mind is thinking of God's provision, and my heart is trusting Him to lead the way as we seek His plan for our little family.

Dave is in the room next door playing a video game. It's his way of winding down after a day spent teaching middle school students.

Dandelions continue to grow in our yard. This year I'm not too bothered about lawncare because of other priorities (like taking care of a newborn), but next year I hope our lawn can be dandelion free.

Little Mrs. Homebody

As my pregnancy has progressed, I've read the daily e-mails from What to Expect and heard many stories from previously pregnant friends about their experiences. I knew I'd be more tired after the blissful, energy-filled second trimester. I knew soon Baby G's feet would be settling under my ribs. I'm still anticipating the nesting instinct to kick in so we can get the baby's room decorated and things organized. But what I hadn't expected was this sudden strong urge to stay home as much as possible.

I still love going to work every day. But once the clock says it's time to leave the office, all I want to do is head straight for home. I don't nap when I return. I don't feel the need to stay on the couch or recliner all night to watch TV (although putting my feet up is a nice benefit of that). I just enjoy spending another evening with my husband in our humble home.

Perhaps it's God's way of preparing me for the many days when I'll be home once Baby G is here. Maybe it's a result of, for the most part, settling in to our new, cozy home. All I know is that the thought of leaving here for any major event isn't as appealing as it used to be.

I thought I was alone in feeling this way, but I talked to a pregnant friend who is only a few weeks ahead of me in her pregnancy. She actually told her husband that from this point on, they weren't going to schedule anything else on the calendar. The next few weeks will be a time to relax and enjoy their family just the way it is before their newest member comes along.

I like that approach. I like the idea of taking the next 6 weeks or so to spend time with Dave and enjoy life with just the two of us before the baby arrives. I suppose some may see this as a time to get out and pack in as much of an adventurous, social life as they possibly can before a baby comes and cramps their style. But I see this as a time to quietly prepare for the arrival of our child and cherish the final days of just Dave and me.

Feeling Sentimental

We said good-bye to our apartment on Saturday. The furniture that inhabited its rooms is no longer there, and the only things that remain are pictures we haven't taken down from the walls, one closet full of miscellaneous things we haven't packed up yet, and our food in the cupboards.

We now spend our evenings at our new house, a place we are so blessed to have! The house-buying process came up unexpectedly around Christmas when we crunched numbers and realized we could indeed buy a home that would better accommodate our soon-to-be family of three. After one false start on a house that had serious foundation issues and scary flood potential, we found what is now our current home. It is perfect for us! We now have a dedicated office, a room for the baby, an enormous kitchen that, I hope, will host plenty of guests, and many other features that make this house a great one.

As excited as I am about creating this new home, I can't help but be a little sentimental about the apartment we've moved out of. That cute one-bedroom unit on the third floor was where we spent our first (almost) four years of married life. It's where we learned how to live together, how to laugh together, and yes, how to argue together. It's where we were entertained by the many drunk patrons of the pub next door and where our evenings were punctuated by the sirens and traffic of the nearby major thoroughfare. We hosted parties, out-of-town guests, and small groups in that little apartment too. So many memories were made there.

On Sunday, our first "normal" day at the new house, Dave noticed that I was unusually quiet. It was his first time seeing me become a little sad about living in a new place. I've always been like this. Every year at college, I'd take a few days to re-adjust to the new surroundings after a summer at home. When I moved into the apartment two months before our wedding, I often thought about how much I missed my parents and the comforts of home. This move has generated the same feelings for me. But give me a few more days, and I'll be back to my normal self, settled into the new routine of living in a new house and turning it into a home that will fill up with new memories.

You and Me Plus Baby Makes Three

I often laugh at the people who go years without writing a Christmas letter and then, once something significant happens in their lives, decide it's time to reintroduce their updates. But I can laugh no longer (at least not without being a hypocrite).

Back in October, a few weeks after my post about our being together for five years and the privatization of our blog, we found out that we'd be welcoming a little blessing in the summer of 2012. I found out the day before my 30th birthday, and I must say, it was the best turning-30 present I could have ever received.

Baby G, as he or she is known by family and friends and as he or she will be known on this little blog, has spent the days growing and now kicking Mommy and turning somersaults for fun. We're slowly but surely preparing for Baby G's arrival and looking forward to the day when we can hold our firstborn in our arms, all the while being aware that these last few months of just the two of us are precious and to be cherished.

In closing, here's a recent picture of me taken (I think) around 20 weeks (that thing they call pregnancy brain really does exist).

Five Years

Today has been what I like to call "a Scotland day." The temperature has hovered around 50, and the rain has either come down in torrents or settled into a fine mist under overcast skies. As much as I love the sun, the Scottish weather has been appropriate for the day.

Call me sentimental, but I love celebrating September 26--our dating anniversary. In the week preceding, I often find myself reminiscing about my time in Aberdeen, Scotland, clearing a courtyard of debris, hauling thousands of pieces of flooring from the demolished church basement, handing out sweets at the local universities, and finding myself crushing on the children's pastor at Aberdeen AOG.

I hadn't set off to find a guy to crush on during my trip. In fact, I'd bristled when one of our team leaders jokingly told us girls to watch out (there was a history of American girls falling in love with Scottish guys at this church). I did not set out on this trip to find my husband.

But then I started noticing Dave Gwynne as he helped with some of the construction work, interacted with university students as we handed out sweets, and played with the babies at the church's Mums 'n Tots group. I even wrote in my journal, "Dave would make a great friend. I could see him hanging out with my other friends back home, playing Tetris." (Our group at the time was obsessed with playing Tetris whenever we could get the chance.)

September 26, 2006

I didn't get to talk to Dave much during the trip; I admired him from afar. But on September 25, he stopped by the church office to drop off toilet paper. (Yes, that was on his to-do list for work that day.) We struck up a conversation about the rivers in Aberdeen and other local info I could use for the newsletter article I was writing for my church. He was the sweetest, most helpful guy I had met in a long time. He had to run off that afternoon, and I was sad when the rest of the day passed by without another visit from him.

Little did I know that the following day, he would ask me and my friends if we would like to walk around Aberdeen during our afternoon off. Little did I know that a conversation about how he wore his watch would turn into never leaving each other's side for the rest of the day. Little did I know that I would hug him at the end of a fun evening at the pool hall with our friends and hear a quiet whisper in my mind: He's the one.

A few days after our engagement in April 2007

I came home from that trip the next day and was thrilled to see an e-mail from him waiting for me, just as he'd promised that night outside the pool hall. I knew that I would marry that guy, but it took some convincing other people. Every time a doubter would share concerns, I would just say to myself, "Just wait. They'll see they were wrong once we get married." I knew, deep down in my bones, that Dave Gwynne was the man I was meant to marry.

Married in 2008

We were engaged only seven months after we'd started dating. Yes, it was fast, but there are times in life when you know without a doubt that you're making the right decision. This was one of those times. Our engagement was a bit longer than our pre-engagement time, which allowed us more time to get to know each other, fly across the ocean and six time zones for visits, and complete premarital class solo. (Yes, I had to faithfully attend on my own with a photo of Dave as proof that he did exist.)

All the waiting was worth it. When we finally got married, I would look at him and tear up, amazed that he didn't have to leave to go back to Scotland anytime soon. We were together!

Thanksgiving 2009

Dave and I were talking about our dating anniversary as we ate a romantic dinner at Culver's tonight. I told him that, in some ways, I enjoy celebrating our "together" anniversary more than our wedding anniversary. As much as I loved our wedding and am so grateful for the ceremony and all it represents, I really think my life-changing day was September 26, 2006. That was the day I realized that all my years of waiting for a special guy to love, be loved by, serve God with, and grow with were totally worth the wait.

At a friend's wedding in 2010

I am so grateful that God orchestrated the events of two people living in totally different parts of the world to lead them to each other. I'm so grateful that I followed His lead when He planted a love for the UK when I was a teen and a desire to serve there when I was a college student. I am so grateful for the strength He gave both of us when people doubted and when the pain of missing each other seemed close to unbearable.

On vacation in August 2011

The Lover of my soul led me to the love of my life on September 26, 2006, and that is why I look forward to celebrating this day every year. Happy anniversary, my love. Thank you for an amazing five years!

Contentment

I was driving to the next stop on my errand circuit tonight when I passed a sign with this phrase on it:

"Wherever you are, be fully there."

Considering my attitude the last few days, this was the exact reminder I needed. So often, I am tempted to think that my life would be better . . . if only. I look around and see people adding another child to their broods, buying houses, going on exotic vacations. And, as much as I love where my life is right now, I can be tricked into thinking that something more is needed to make my life feel complete.

1 Timothy 6:6 says, "But godliness with contentment is great gain." We hear this verse a lot, but I'm especially appreciative of the ever-important context. The statement is directed toward those who believe that financial wealth is of utmost importance, going so far as to believe that godliness is merely the avenue to financial wealth (v. 5). But Paul has another mind-set for believers: "If we have food and clothing, we will be content with that" (v. 8).

I think it's interesting that, in the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus addresses the worries associated with food and clothing. He says, "Do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear" (Matthew 6:25). He doesn't mention worrying about not having a house (and by that I mean not owning a home as opposed to not having a place for shelter). He doesn't mention worrying about not having children. There's no mention about worrying about not being able to take a vacation to the Caribbean, either.

That's not to say that those things aren't good. They are good, and we can consider them blessings from God when He gives them to us. But they shouldn't be the basis for our contentment. Instead, we should be content with knowing that He is taking care of us. He will provide for our needs.

So, going back to the sign I saw tonight, I'm going to be fully present where I am. Instead of wishing for the next big thing, I'm going to be grateful that God provided us with the food to make tacos for dinner tonight. I'm going to be grateful that God provided us with money to buy the shirts on our backs. I may not have all of my wants, but I certainly have all of my needs--and that's, really, all that matters.

Vacation Top 10

Every year my family heads south to stay for nearly a week at the lake. I've been going to this place since I was a teenager, so it's been really fun to experience everything there with Dave. Fortunately, his idea of a good time includes being in the middle of nowhere, driving a boat around the lake, and fishing.

There were many good memories from our week at the lake, including jumping into the lake on one of the hottest days of the summer (we were near or above 100 most of the week), losing a fishing pole to the lake, and questioning the waitress's understanding of what biscuits are.

I've compiled a Top 10 list of moments from our 2011 vacation to the lake. Enjoy!

1. Seeing a bald eagle in person. Maybe I've just been living under a rock all this time, but I'd never seen a bald eagle (except on TV and in books). When we saw this bird at the nature station we visited, I stood in front of its cage for 10 minutes, completely amazed by its size. No wonder our nation chose it as an important symbol of our country.

2. Visiting the city named after me. I'd always seen Erin, Tennessee, on the weather map when we'd watch the news on vacation, but we never made the 2-hour trek to check it out--until this year. The town was surprisingly big, complete with its own downtown area and, most important, its own Piggly Wiggly.
3. Having the whole family together. I loved that our whole family was able to spend the week together. Below is my brother, Nate, and sister-in-law, Kim; Dave and me; and my mom and dad. It's funny to me that my brother and I are now at a point in life where we get to share the lake with our spouses. I hope we can one day share it with our children, too.
4. Proving to Nate and Kim that there are indeed goats on Goat Island. Yes, we've been going to the lake for a long time, but it wasn't until last year that we'd spotted goats on an island in the middle of the lake. It turns out that, when the area was flooded decades ago, goats sought shelter at the highest point, which is now an island. They're still there, and it was fun to show Nate and Kim, who weren't on vacation with us last year, that we weren't making everything up.
5. Enjoying the view of the lake from our room. Every room where we stay has a balcony that overlooks the lake. One of my favorite activities is sitting outside to read while I enjoy the sights and sound of the waterfront.
6. Being out on the lake. Our family always rents a pontoon when we're at the lake. I love the wind in my hair and the sun on my face as we putt-putt around the lake. (Really, the boat has a 60 HP engine on it; you can't zip around on that!) It's a great way to enjoy being outdoors, and when it gets too hot, you can lower the anchor, then jump right in to cool off.
7. Watching the guys go fishing. This year was especially fun because my brother caught a bunch of bass. Our family usually sticks with the bluegill, so seeing a bass on the line was exciting.
8. Visiting Patti's. We go to Patti's for lunch every year, and every year it's one of the best meals of the week. This time, I actually saved room for their version of derby pie. I've been craving it ever since!
9. Supporting local businesses. The town we stay in isn't big on chain restaurants, except for the Cracker Barrel and a handful of fast-food restaurants next to the interstate. In other words, there isn't a Starbucks for miles. There is, however, a cute little coffee shop that offers delicious sandwiches and drinks.
10. Making mealtime an adventure. Speaking of local businesses, we'd driven past this restaurant for years but never tried it because 1.) it's pretty worn down on the outside and 2.) we were usually on our way to Sonic for lunch. (It's true, we do sometimes support the chain restaurants, too.) This year, though, Dave and I decided to be adventurous and try this place out. The inside didn't look much better than the outside, with peeling wallpaper and dated furniture. But the waitress was so friendly, and the food was good. I'm glad we tried it.
Looking at all these pictures is making me wish we were back down there, but missing the lake makes me appreciate the week we spend there even more. In less than a year, we'll be back. I can't wait!