#15

So.Damn.Lucky.

This is our fifteenth Valentine's Day and I can remember every sweet part of our first. Balloons with clues. Dinner in Morro Bay. At Dorn's. Exchanging presents in your truck. Next to Morro Rock. A picture frame for me that I had nearly bought for you. Great minds that totally think alike.

Not sure what I did, but God blessed me with the best man ever. Love you Babe!

Wild as the Winds

Given that this is possibly the strangest winter of weather experienced in So. Cal as long as I've lived here, it's fitting that our family is experiencing a bit of the same, with wild winter days of ups and downs and complete 180-degree turnarounds. I'm not given to moodiness, but if I were, I'd have a touch of whiplash given the highs and lows we're experiencing around here lately. Much like our garden, it seems we are laid a bit bare for the hot sun one day and bitter cold winds the next.

We are in much transition right now: applying for lotteries for Kindergarten (who knew this stuff began 7 months before the kid actually goes to school?), turning five, potty training, sitting up, scooting and eating solid foods, turning thirty-five and starting a new management position that will require even longer work hours for all adults in our house. And all this along with very busy everyday stuff like preschool conferences, playdates, doctor appointments, ballet and swim lessons, beach days and haircuts. If it's an ebb and flow kind of thing, we're all flow right now.

Marvelous moment #1: Our (big) little girl turns 5!

There are lows that require much thought and prayer, like an extended family member recently diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, and there are highs like 35th birthdays with childhood friends rallying around and driving long miles to celebrate and cheer. Disappointments, like an upcoming visit with cousins (and nieces) we haven't seen in over a year now postponed 'til summer, and thrills, like the news I am awaiting of a dear friend's first baby girl arriving any moment now.

Marvelous moment #2: Surprising Paul on his 35th with his very best friends

My heart is so full yet so heavy. Much to love, much to celebrate, much to hold up high and rejoice. Much looking forward to quieter times when the melancholy mixes less with the marvelous.

To The Third Power

So I've never been a math person. It seems the left side of my brain just prefers to let the right side take over and do most of the work...some might say my left brain is a bit on the lazy side. And I'm happy to keep it that way; I love language, words, art, reading, writing, etc.

However, there is some pretty basic math that is resonating loud and clear around here lately. It's not exactly stretching my brain, this math, but it is stretching my resources, my capacity, my patience and my sanity. Let's see if you can keep up with me here, I'll lay the equations out simply:

1 + 1 + 1 = 3

3 > 1

Are you right brainers still with me? This elementary math is so simple, yet somehow I find myself surprised by the results. If 3 is obviously greater than 1, why am I surprised at the level of exhaustion and the lack of patience I experience at the end of a day with my three girlies? Why am I shocked that I can't seem to read more than a page in a book, hence why I haven't finished a novel in 6 months. Why this blog sat discarded through the entire month of December. Why Christmas gifts still littered my dinner table until two days ago. Why the refrigerator is in need of a heavy-handed cleaning. Why I never have clean clothes to wear, but my kids do.

Simple math, yet I allow myself to be confounded by the situation. When people ask how it is managing three kids, I typically make some self-deprecating remark, or I say that it's nearly the same as two; we have great days and tough days just like 2-kid families. Every parent has their challenges, no matter how many kids right? But some days I am reminded that God gave me two hands and with three kids, I will never have enough hands. And I just need to learn to make peace with that.

a.k.a. the line-up, the trio, the stair steps, the trifecta

5 Years and 8 Hours Ago...

this sweet, feisty baby girl was born and rocked my world and my soul. She gave me the best title I've earned so far, that of "Mama" and I will truly never be the same. She was also my first lesson in an earth-shattering, blissful, wrenching and absolute unconditional love and for that I shall always be grateful. It has been said that there is no love like that of a mother for her child. And it has been said that loving a child is like having your heart walking around outside of your body. Um, yeah. Exactly.

1 Day Old

1 Year Old

2 Years Old

3 Years Old

4 Years Old

Nearly 5 Years Old

Can't wait to see what the next five years have in store for my funny, social, fun-loving, spirited lovebug. What a journey it's been, and so much to look forward to!

Boys Toys

This is what happens when the lone male in our house decides to bring out the toys from his childhood to share with his girls...

Looks like G.I. Jen, er, I mean, G.I. Jane and the girls are headed out to run errands in the Cobra Commander cycle.