... I am enjoying living close to home for the first time in my married life. It was fun being away... and there are other parts of this country Matt and I consider home. But there is nothing like being near family, especially when you have little ones. I love the bond between the generations, and how it gives the boys confidence. Love really works wonders. I am so glad the home I came from is in no way broken, and pray daily for strength and wisdom that we can keep this family strong. I read something last night... a poem about forming clay, and how the mistakes that are left once the clay hardens are stuck forever. I know plenty of wonderful people who walked through hardship as children. I don't think tragedy will keep you from being wonderful, but I do think it gets stuck on a child until his dying days. If I could just impress upon these little ones now what it is to be good, and humble, and wise... I only hope that those will be the things they carry through this life with them.
... The Jedi {Jayden {Jay} and Titus {Ti}.} are going through what I assume is normal toddler angst. The competitive edge is exhausting. I know they love each other, but the amount of unhappiness we go through daily because "Bubba did it," is a bit out of proportion.
... Matt is becoming a regular gym fanatic. If you know him, you are wearing the same baffled expression I am. It is an incredible change that inspires me. I love that he wants to eat healthy food, and his idea of togetherness is broader than piling on the couch in front of the television. I love that I didn't nag him into this change. By the way, change that happens because of nagging is never really that enjoyable, is it?
... I am consuming entirely too much iced coffee. It is the conflicted blessing of having a barista at a local coffee shop for a sister. She showers me with new flavors of coffee beans, and other such delicious samples. I believe a purge will be my goal for 2014. Or perhaps 2015...
... Matt and I finally had a date night. It happens maybe twice a year, which I recognize is probably average for a lower-income family of four, two of them still being in pull-ups. We went to see an eight p.m. showing of The Hobbit. Matt, being a semi-popular jock/ musician back in the day that I was sporting taped-up glasses and an overflowing book bag, did not have much of an opinion while I was a little disappointed. The book is always better, always. But it was still an enjoyable time.
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