Wedding week is almost here, which means that even though I am just getting over the dumb stomach virus, and even though I have a personal trainer appointment for tomorrow morning, homegirl had to bust it at the gym tonight. I've cheated way too much on my eating and as a result I have to show myself no mercy for the next week. It will be worth it! It WILL be worth it! (Just to be clear, in no way am I planning to starve myself. Not only is that stupid, but I don't have that much will power. It also wrecks your metabolism.)
When I got home from my step class tonight Curtis had already put Jackson to bed. I could hear him talking and playing in his bed and I couldn't resist going in to say goodnight. Actually, I couldn't resist taking him out of his crib and rocking him for a little while. He was very eager to tell me about his "neigh" - the rocking horse that resides in the corner of the room. He so sweetly laid in my arms like a little baby and was in a very good mood. That is a blessing from God because he hasn't left the house in three days and he should be grumpy as all get out.
It is our habit to sing two songs on the occasion that I rock him before bedtime. One, "Jesus Loves Me," and two, "Jesus Loves the Little Children." I'm a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad singer, but Jackson doesn't care. I started singing and for the FIRST TIME EVER, he tried to sing along with me. Oh my word, it was one of the most precious moments of the last two years.
Which sounded like
It was the most beautiful singing I've ever heard.
After a couple of rounds I felt bad that Curt wasn't witnessing this sacred moment in our son's life. I called for him over and over until Jackson was finally sitting up in anticipation of his Daddy entering the room. As soon as Curt moseyed in, the singing was done. Jackson kicked his little foot in the air and shoved it in his Daddy's face. I should mention that aside from singing these sweet songs, we also have a habit of calling in Daddy to smell Jackson's stinky feet from the rocking chair. Curt typically takes one whiff and falls down on the floor, kicking his legs in the air like a dying cockroach. It is nothing if not a precious, cherished family tradition.
After one round of the feet smelling game, I laid Jackson down and prayed outloud for the Lord to keep him free of the stomach virus. I pleaded the blood of Jesus over his crib and nearly anointed it with oil. I'm so hoping we have an uneventful night. For everyone out there who has sickness in their home, I pray the Lord will bring healing to your family in Jesus' name. This stuff is going around like crazy!
Also, I have to mention that my college roommate Bonny gave birth to a very handsome baby boy today - Johnston Andrew Hicks. He looks just like his big brother Ben and from his expression in his pictures, he seems very happy to be here. He has such smiley eyes. I can't wait to meet you, Baby John! Auntie Manda loves you!