Friday, June 13, 2008
Happy Anniversary to Us
Curt and I are celebrating our 6th wedding anniversary this weekend (along with Father's Day and my mom's birthday on Monday). I can't believe it was a year ago that we were living it up at El Dorado Royale in Mexico. This year is a little - well, a lot - less eventful, but we are just as blessed. The last 12 months have been very full. Last summer we ended the Saturday service at First Irving. Afterward we dove back in to college ministry at full speed and had a great fall with our students. We took a Thanksgiving trip to Jackson Hole. The Lord opened the door for Curt to come on staff with LPM. We celebrated Christmas with Curt's family in Missouri. We married off my sister. Curt took his last trip to Honduras for the foreseeable future. We said goodbye to a church family and incredible friends that have impacted our lives forever and planted our lives back in Houston, Texas. Curtis bought me my dream house that I'm still pinching myself over. I hope I never stop. We bought some grown up furniture. We rejoined the church where I grew up and where Curt worked for 2 years. We reconnected with lots of very dear friends from our newlywed years and me with some girlfriends from high school. After being church staff members for our whole marriage, we got to find out what it's like to be a visitor again. We joined a Sunday school class that we weren't leading. And we love it. We've put ourselves out there and made some new friends. We've fought and triumphed over some new work dynamics between us. We've watched our baby become a little boy. For the past three months we've had regular date nights with free babysitting. Give Him praise, people! Tonight will be the ultimate date night/grandparent babysitting extravaganza. Jackson is spending the night at my mom and dad's so we can SLEEP IN. A moment of silence, please. I am so pumped. I'm praying that my body clock doesn't wake me up at 7:20. Tonight we are having dinner at some cool place downtown. I hope they have good dessert. I won't expect the ricotta strawberry bombe. That wouldn't be fair. Later, peeps.