Speedy Delivery!

Without a doubt, my favorite part of the Mr. Roger's Neighborhood tv show was when Mr. McFeely would bring his exciting packages - delivered with a cheery, "Speedy Delivery!"  (Though looking back, could you create a creepier name for a delivery guy?!?!) But I loved it...  He always brought the most interesting things!

Anywho, around 4:50pm yesterday, as I was wrapping things up in my office, I got a special delivery of my own from someone far more handsome and charming.

Carrying fresh flowers from the local farmers market, my sweet man strode into my office and whisked me up in a huge hug... you'd think he hadn't seen me in weeks!  What a guy...  :)  

Then, this morning (before the sun was up), I got the sweetest text wishing me "Happy 29 Months Together!"   Seriously, he thinks of everything.

Best 29 months of my life, Babe.  

Tweet

Cleaning House

Photo

We have a small house.  It’s cozy, and it suits us well.  In fact, I love having a small house. It makes cleaning a million times easier.  I have perfected the art of cleaning our entire place in under an hour.  It is quite convenient because if we have company coming over, I know the few specific places that need to be straightened up at any given time.

That said, I find myself doing quite a few ‘quick clean-ups’ here and there, but neglecting the truly deep clean that is necessary. The bed gets made and the bathroom floor gets swept often, but the shower doesn't always get scrubbed.

Interestingly, I find that same habit in my life.  I spend much of my time doing ‘quick clean-ups’ of my attitudes or my behavior, but neglecting the dirty work of deep cleaning my heart.   On the outside, everything can seem sparkling clean, but inside, there may be shower scum in my heart that has been neglected for far too long. For example, I may temporarily treat the symptoms of disrespect, but ignore the root issue of pride.

I am thankful for the people that God has placed in my life who stick around long enough, or ask the hard (but necessary) questions to expose the not-so-scrubbed-up parts of my heart. And then, lovingly stick around to help me clean it up. 

We could all use a good scrub-down every once in awhile… or in my case, daily. Praising God for His grace: today and everyday.

“Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.” – Psalm 51:7

Tweet

Weekend Recap: Bulldogs and Blessings

Due to the dizzying pace of life lately, the Mr. and I intentionally didn't schedule anything this weekend... so that we could spend some much needed time together.  I love spending time with this guy... It was utterly blissful.

Goofball

The sun was out on Saturday so we were off to picnic at Mt. Tabor - a place in Portland where you are in the city, yet feel completely removed.  We took our Bibles, books, and notebooks and spent a wonderful afternoon just reading in the sun and basking in the incredible view. I truly cannot convey how sweet this time was with my sweet man.

Also, we saw a young couple get engaged and an English Bulldog skateboarding.  Pretty bomb people watching, if I do say so myself.

We came home, got cleaned up, and skyped with our favorite family of three and cheered for the Mariners as they broke our hearts in another loss.

This morning, we were extremely blessed to gather together with our church in a park for our church service.  Yes, church in the park... it was pretty fantastic. Also, it was an excellent reminder of how blessed we are to be a part of this amazing church family.

While Monday comes, yet again, all too soon, we are thankful for this sweet time together and look forward to the coming weekends that will be filled to the brim with family!!

Tweet

What did YOU do this weekend??

Not Every Girl Gets Proposed to Twice...

The other day I was doing some cleaning and I came across this beautiful, sparkling ring.  It had been stashed away in my drawer for nearly a year now.  You see, it was with this ring that the Mr. proposed for a second time.

Not that his first proposal needed to be improved upon. (See?) It’s quite comical actually.  But I must backtrack a bit. 

The Mr. purchased my engagement ring and my wedding band at different stores, which meant that there was some custom work to be done to have them soldered together.  (Leaving the 4^th finger on my left hand bare for nearly 6 weeks before the wedding) Also, while we were dating, the Mr. took me out to dinner every month on the 30^th to celebrate the day we began dating.  

It was after one of these such dates, that my man surprised me and took me to Walmart (yes, Walmart, because it was only for 6 weeks afterall…) to pick out a replacement for the time that my real ring was ‘in the shop.’

So ten minutes and eight dollars later, we were back in the car headed home, I assumed.  But then he made a wrong turn… (?)  When I asked him where he was headed, he wouldn’t say.

Sure enough, he took me back to the very place he had proposed the first time, and -despite the wet ground - got down on one knee, and asked me to be his forever, once again.  Blown away by his thoughtfulness and romantic-ness (and spontaneity), I had no choice but to say ‘yes.’  Duh.

I stood there for a moment before I returned to my cleaning, holding the ring and remembering; and I smiled, thankful for this incredible man who has, in our three years together (and even before that), never ceased to creatively pursue my heart.  

Love you, Babe.

Tweet