My love...

So what... I am a day late but that only means my love is a day stronger for my dear husband, John.

Our computer(s) are on the fritz so my pics are limited.  But the above picture is taken from our adoption profile booklet.  I especially like the bottom photo. It's probably the first real conversation we had as a married couple.  We were just married in the church and made it through the crowds.  I can tell by our expressions that we were be "us".  No pretenses.  No posing for pictures. It's a geniune US picture and I treasure it. 

I love my hubby.  It's so easy to get caught up in the things he may fall a little short on.  He's not a fix it guy like my dad but he's the most intelligent man I know.  He may have a short memory and forget little things but his heart is gold.

It's been a real pleasure watching him fall into daddy role.  He is patient and kind.  He lights up when he comes home.  His heart is a little bigger... if that's possible.

I picked well.  I am lucky.  I love My John.

Time's a tickin'

I still need to sit down and write Mary Jane's birth story.  I was watching television yesterday and saw a birth.  It sent chills down my spine.  I so remember the screams of pain, the yelling of nurses, and the tense moments before Mary Jane was born. 

Alas, John's been sick so I am doing round the clock baby care... not much time for anything else.

Well, anything but a baby shower today.  We are excited to go to a friend's baby shower.  It's amazing how much more fun these things are now that I have my own little bundle to love on.

Epic fail?

Huge meal at Carl's Jr. 

Really?  Yes, really.  Why would I gorge at Carl's? 

I can't really explain it.  I have been on a food binge and it needs to stop.  I hope by putting it in print, I'll get back on the health train.  Wootwoot!!! 

So, here are my goals:

1-  Lose 5 lbs by the beginning of Lent.
2-  Lose 10 lbs during Lent.
3-  Lose 10 lbs from Lent to my birthday.

Doable?

Yes. 

Doable.  More carrots please.

B.O.B. - The stroller and not Big Boy

Those that knew my pre-John, know that my BFF and I had the world's largest, and most wonderful cat named Bob.  Although we did not name him (he was a pound kitty), the name was quite fitting.  I realize that I really need to scan pics of Bob since he was in a pre-digital era.  Good kitty.

But I am not writing about Bob the Cat, rather, we acquired a new toy.... a B.O.B.  aka as Beast of Burden.  The BOB is a heavy duty, serious jogging stroller.  I've been stalking CL to find one on sale and we finally did!

No jogging yet.  Not sure if my body will ever be much on jogging but hiking and desert walking are definitely in the future.  It will be our heavy duty stroller.  My coveted City Select will be my day to day stroller.

Either way, Mary Jane will learn to love the outdoors :)

Eight weeks ago....

I know I still need to write my account of the night Mary Jane was born and we met.... in time, I'll put my thoughts to word... but until then....

Eight weeks ago.

John and I were exhausted.  We were sitting in a hospital room. It was a shared room but no one else was sharing our space.  However, we were told that we could not creep into the additional space in case it was needed. 

So we huddled and shared an uncomfortable bed and chair.  The room was very warm.  And dry.  And small.  We were hungry.  The breakfast of cold oatmeal and soggy toast was delicious to the two of us. 

We were so tired because we did not sleep a wink.  We really weren't sure what we were suppose to do with this little creature.  We knew to love her but were we allowed to sleep?  When she made noise, we both would jump.  When she needed to feed, we both held her. 

We had not slept since the night before but none of this mattered. 

We had our little girl.  Mary Jane was here. She was small and so reliant on big people.  We held her and talked to her and told her how much we loved her.  We still weren't quite sure who she was except we knew she was part of us.

The day was a long day.  It was a tough day.  Her birth grandparents and great grandparents came to visit Mary Jane.  Seeing her was warming to them but the pain that they felt was palpable.  They love Mary Jane just like we love Mary Jane. 

There was nothing more important eight weeks ago than knowing our baby girl had found us. 

Mary Jane is here!

She's here.

She's the light of our days and the chorus of our nights.  We are in love and I can't wait to share more :)