I’d like to say that February was a cozy, quiet month spent contemplating the finer things of life in front of a warm fire while sipping on gourmet espresso as depicted in the photo above. But sadly, it was anything but that.
I really want to write more about the new baby (!!!!!) but feel compelled to document our rather epic February first. There are certain things you just can’t sweep under the rug.
First of all, who else is thrilled that it’s March?! No, March is traditionally not much better than February concerning the weather. But at least it brings a small ray of promise that warmer days are coming! I don’t know what it is about February, but it generally seems like the time of year when the winter is at it’s worst, the whole family takes turns being sick for three or four weeks straight, and we basically hole up at home with minimal interaction with the outside world. Asher’s birthday on the 19th is always the highlight of the month (and though last year was fantastic!) there’s always a very high chance that his party will have to be canceled or take a serious hit due to sicknesses. I’m so thankful it didn’t have to get canceled this year, but it didn’t exactly go off without a hitch.
The other tough aspect of February was being smack dab in the middle of the first trimester of this new, exciting, and very very surprising pregnancy! Lord willing, I’ll be back with more details about that soon. But for now, let me just say that feeling sick all of the time, having zero energy, being faint and dizzy and all the rest of the common symptoms on top of taking care of three very active little wild things all day (every day) + nursing Finn + all of our colds + my full blown stomach bug over Asher’s birthday + the really cold, dark, depressing weather + little to no coffee was enough to have me begging God for mercy a few times. Seriously. My life was basically an episode of the Walking Dead, and I was the Dead. I don’t remember if I took a single photo or did a single creative project. I lost all of my passion for Instagram (hahaha, but really). And blogging? Forget it.
Waffles, impromptu naps on the living room floor, and daily prayers for just enough energy to get by were my “functional saviors”. And- though I’m painting a melodramatic portrait of my personal woes- there was a lot of grace. There were a handful of very manageable days scattered among the tough ones, and despite the tough ones there were many, many times when I knew it was only through Christ and His strength that I was making it. “Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.“ (2 Corinthians 12:10) This was my anthem this February! Sometimes, it’s a blessing to have what we’re used to- our normal ease of life- taken away for a season to be reminded just how good the life that God has given us can be. To be reminded of just how much we have to be thankful for! Not to mention the fact that I have a loving and supportive husband that is currently home (which is not always the case in Army life) and for that I am so, so thankful.
And here’s more good news; the fact that I have the energy to be typing this up means that things are getting better. I’ve actually felt human these past two days, so that’s got to be a good sign.
Anyway- assuming this new found energy holds out- more regular blogging will resume! (As regular as anything can possibly be with three little boys + one rather large one set on stealing my heart and my time, haha!). But until next time, I’ll leave you with some serene photos from my Instagram account (taken sometime back in January) that have absolutely nothing to do with what life has been like lately.