Written out during a series of late night feedings. :)
It all started Tuesday, September 18th, in the afternoon. Up until that day, each day became increasingly more difficult. I was exhausted from little sleep at night and a crazy, non-stop schedule at work. My intention had always been to work right up to my due date. And I was beginning to rethink that decision. My entire pregnancy had been a great experience. I had not dealt with any of the typical pregnancy issues many women suffer. But those last couple of weeks I felt more than made up for the typical pregnancy woes I'd missed out on.
Tuesday was particularly rough. All day long I was looking forward to meeting my best friend's newborn son, Grayson, after work and then turning in very, very early. Ha!
It was 1 o'clock. I was explaining the warm-up to my 7th period class, and I felt it. My first thought was, "No way...." Students and teachers alike had joked for weeks about my water breaking in the middle of class. And every time I told them I thought that was highly unlikely.
I got my students started, looked out in the hallway, and saw Gala (a fellow English teacher)- who happened to have conference that period. I asked her to watch my class and headed straight for the bathroom. After assessing the situation, I knew something was different, but it did not seem to be enough fluid to be my water breaking. I walked back to my room, where Gala was anxiously waiting at the door. She asked what was wrong. I said, "I think my water broke." Her eyes got very, very wide and she immediately rushed me out of there, offering to stay and watch my students. Control freak that I am, I tried to give them last minute directions so that they could maybe finish the assignment. But they knew something was up and were a bit distracted.
I first called Kyle so he could get things ready. And then I did what any daughter would do when going though a new situation: I called my mom. Here's the thing: I wasn't having any contractions. Not really. And I also found it weird that it wasn't a large burst of water like everyone describes. Mom reassured me that this was very similar to how I entered the world, so I went with it.
We got to the hospital and were taken to triage. I signed what felt like a million forms and answered a million questions. Then and only then did they look to see what was up with me. While I was as a 3 (up from my 1.5 cm from my last doc visit less than a week before), my water was still intact. The nurse said she thought it was just a lot of watery discharge. I was, of course, disappointed. Not to mention a little embarrassed. At that point, several people were under the impression that I was in labor. Now I was facing going back to work, still exhausted and still doing exhausting work, while also dealing with all the questions from coworkers and students about what happened.
Kyle and I sat in the waiting room for about twenty minutes and talked. We decided the best thing to do would be to go ahead and start maternity leave. I would officially be on it the following Monday anyway, since in my district you have to give a start date for your leave. So what was another three days? I went to then (finally) meet Barb's sweet baby boy who I'd been dying to meet, went up to the school to get things set up for my sub, and went home. Kyle and I ate pizza, watched a movie (In Time- not a good movie) and went to sleep around 9:30.
I woke up at 11 o'clock feeling like I had to go to the bathroom. This was nothing out of the ordinary at all; I was accustomed to several bathroom breaks throughout the night. But something felt different- a pain that would not disappear after a trip. I went back to sleep and after a few minutes woke up to that pain again. I got up and it dawned on me that this pain was cramp-like, wrapping around to my back, and would gradually increase to a peak before lessening.
Even though every part of me was sure this meant labor contractions, I was still nervous about another false alarm. I walked around for a while until the pain got pretty difficult to ignore. That's when I woke Kyle up and we started timing.
At 3:00am the contractions were about five minutes apart and we headed towards the hospital. We called my folks so they could high-tail it from San Antonio. (By the way, they made the trip in about 4 1/2 hours with two stops!) We checked in to triage (again), the nurse said I was at a 4, and we were then escorted to labor room ten. And even though I was mid-contraction when I saw the room number, I had to laugh. Room ten was the exact room Barbara had just delivered Grayson in less than 24 hours earlier.
My goal had always been to go as long as possible, if not all the way, without an epidural. Once we got settled into the room and the nurse checked a second time, I was at a five. Yep, from a 4 to a 5 in about an hour. I hung on until I was close to a seven and asked for the epidural. At that point, I was going into motherhood with two restless nights down and countless more to come. I told myself that having a less exhausting delivery would ultimately be the best.
Around 7:00, Kyle's parents arrived and talked to us for a little while. Emily arrived too and volunteered to head to our house and take care of Teddy really quickly. (Thank you Emily!) Even though I was no longer in pain, I was beginning to feel nervous and a bit overwhelmed. Thoughts like, "holy crap I'm going to be a mom" ran though my head. No, this wasn't news to me. But it felt more real with each minute. My nurse, Jennifer, was amazing. She seemed to know this was what I felt and started talking to me about her own feelings when she was close to delivering her first. All the while I kept a steady eye on the clock and my phone. The closer it got to "go time," the more I wanted my mom. Yes, I desperately wanted my mom. Not afraid to admit it. :)
I was about twenty-five minutes from pushing when my folks arrived. They came back to see us quickly, reassured me, said a prayer, and left to wait out the delivery in the waiting room.
It was about the that time that our birth photographer, Keri Duckett, arrived. Let me just say, if you are considering a birth photographer, DO IT! I can say it's the best investment we've made in photos, and I've only seen about five of the photos Keri took. There are many good photographers to consider out there, but Keri is simply incredible. She is truly an artist.
It was shortly after 9am that I started pushing. I hated that I couldn't feel my legs and, about halfway through, I felt nauseous. (I'm guessing a reaction to the meds and the fact that I hadn't had anything to eat in a while.) But my nurse, Jennifer, was great. She encouraged me through the pushing and told me to take a couple of breaks. Kyle was also amazing. He counted during my pushing, kept telling me how great I was doing, and just helped support me in general.
My doctor, Dr. Kollar, got to the hospital about 9:35 and I started pushing with her. Let me tell you, I simply cannot imagine a better doctor than her. She is just wonderful. She has this way about her that is knowledgable and not too serious at the same time. Very in control but also friendly.
Pushing for that last segment is somewhat of a blur. I didn't push for long, and I was very tired. But two things stick out for me. The first was when Emma crowned and Dr. Kollar told me to reach down and feel her head. Crazy, I know! But I wasn't surprised by this at all since Barb has the same doctor and she experienced the same thing the day before. What DID surprise me was when Emma's head was out and my doctor said, "Ok, reach down and help pull your daughter with the next push!" I think my response was, "Do WHAT?!?" So, that's exactly what I did. With my doctor guiding me, I reached down, wrapped my hands around my daughter, pushed, and pulled her to my chest. Words fail to describe that moment.
The rest was pretty much the standard post-delivery stuff. Kyle cut the umbilical cord, watched her as they did measurements and whatnot, and I laid there thinking, "Did all that really just happen?" After all was said and done, Dr. Kollar came over, put her forehead to mine, and said, "You were AWESOME! Your body is definitely made to have babies, so keep going!" While I have no intention to just keep going and going, I just love how encouraging she is!
The most peaceful moment out of all this craziness, and the moment that is most clear in my memory, is when they put Emma back to my chest. It felt...right. Like she belonged there the whole time. Yes, that sounds incredibly cheesy. But it's so true.
One mistake we made as newbie parents was getting so wrapped up in the moment that we forgot to send a text or a nurse to the waiting room to tell our families she was born safely. They knew at our hospital they allow one hour of bonding time before people are allowed back to meet the new baby, but they didn't know that hour had started. Once Kyle looked at his phone and noticed this, he fixed that mistake. Ooops. :)
When our family got back there, the first one to hold Emma was my Grandma Emma. That was my call, and I'm so glad we did that. After that, just about everyone took turns holding her while Keri took pictures. Seeing the joy on each of my family members' faces as they held her is a memory I'll forever cherish.
So here we are, now home with an eight day old baby girl who is precious, sweet, beautiful, frustrating, and wonderful all at once. We're sleep deprived and not sure what we're doing most of the time. But she's our little blessing, and we're trying to be worthy of that.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Prayer for My Daughter
(Thoughts that have been on my mind since hearing we are expecting a little girl. I am sure that as I get to know her, the list will grow.)
I pray that you enter this world healthy and happy. And I pray that I am able to keep you that way.
I pray that as you get bigger, you experiment with things. Your mom wasn't always the bravest. Don't be afraid to get dirty, to risk just a little. So much of life happens when we take a chance.
I pray that as you go through school, you learn to accept everyone for who they are. Love big. Know that they are children of God too.
I pray that as you see more of the world through your little eyes, you get to know the One who created that world. He is the only one who loves you more than mommy and daddy. He knew you before us, put you together in a special way to create a combination that is uniquely you. And He has done much for you so that you may know Him.
I pray that as you grow into a young adult, you learn quickly that beauty is so much more than what is on your body. You will be beautiful. But beautiful isn't what defines you. Grow confident in your strengths, in your talents, in your creativity, and in your intelligence. Know that no one can take those things from you.
I pray that as you decide on a path for your life, that you have the guts to do something that will glorify your Lord and fulfill you. No job is worth any amount of money if it is not what you enjoy.
I pray for the man you one day choose as husband (later, please). I pray that he sees our little girl for all that she is and all she can accomplish. I hope he supports your goals as you will his. That you both grow in love more each day and rely on one another through all of life's trials.
I pray for the family that you two may choose to start. Nurture them and love them as only you can. Remember that they are a gift from God.
I pray that with each and every day, you love more, see more, accomplish more, dream more, laugh more, and give more than I ever could. You are loved and I am thankful.
Love, Mom
I pray that you enter this world healthy and happy. And I pray that I am able to keep you that way.
I pray that as you get bigger, you experiment with things. Your mom wasn't always the bravest. Don't be afraid to get dirty, to risk just a little. So much of life happens when we take a chance.
I pray that as you go through school, you learn to accept everyone for who they are. Love big. Know that they are children of God too.
I pray that as you see more of the world through your little eyes, you get to know the One who created that world. He is the only one who loves you more than mommy and daddy. He knew you before us, put you together in a special way to create a combination that is uniquely you. And He has done much for you so that you may know Him.
I pray that as you grow into a young adult, you learn quickly that beauty is so much more than what is on your body. You will be beautiful. But beautiful isn't what defines you. Grow confident in your strengths, in your talents, in your creativity, and in your intelligence. Know that no one can take those things from you.
I pray that as you decide on a path for your life, that you have the guts to do something that will glorify your Lord and fulfill you. No job is worth any amount of money if it is not what you enjoy.
I pray for the man you one day choose as husband (later, please). I pray that he sees our little girl for all that she is and all she can accomplish. I hope he supports your goals as you will his. That you both grow in love more each day and rely on one another through all of life's trials.
I pray for the family that you two may choose to start. Nurture them and love them as only you can. Remember that they are a gift from God.
I pray that with each and every day, you love more, see more, accomplish more, dream more, laugh more, and give more than I ever could. You are loved and I am thankful.
Love, Mom
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Several Months and Lessons in Faith Later
It has been a very, very long time since I lasted updated. And much of that was because the one thing on my mind was the one thing I felt I couldn't talk about publicly. The one thing I should keep private.
I went off of birth control at the very end of May 2011. I was certain, I mean so very sure, that Kyle and I were going to be expecting within two months. That was my plan. Now, understand, I "know" that my plan is not The Plan. But regardless of what I know, what I have been taught, I have never been the best student.
So when I started my new school year without a baby on the way, and some smallish issues popping up, I fought bitterness. Hard. And didn't entirely win most days. Unfortunately, Peter was not the last of God's children to struggle with faith.
I gave myself a timeframe more or less. And I prayed. I focused on other things as best as I could. I cried. And then I realized that much of those tears were so selfish. How much of what I have been blessed with did I ignore simply because I wasn't getting my way right at that moment? Too much for me to admit even now.
Christmas came: a great season for putting things in perspective. My birthday soon after followed, full of sweet family and friends. And I was one day late. Just one day. The doubter in me reared her ugly head, told me not to have hope.
Now the way I silenced that doubter is somewhat comical. I decided to check right then and there with my last pregnancy tester. And by right then and there, I mean 3:00am. (Hey, we've all been kept awake by something that's nagging us.) I waited those two minutes, expecting the "Not Pregnant" indicator I'd seen too often. Then I looked down and saw this:
And yes, I did wake up my husband at 3:00 in the morning to share the good news with him. How could I not?
Now our lives are about to change drastically. Everyone warns me about it. Tells me, "Enjoy it now" when I mention going out with Kyle or spending a leisurely afternoon reading or doing anything for myself really. You know what I think when I hear that? I think, "I prayed for this child, and the LORD granted me what I asked of him." So yes, I am enjoying God's plan, today, tomorrow, and (with prayers and faith) the future.
I went off of birth control at the very end of May 2011. I was certain, I mean so very sure, that Kyle and I were going to be expecting within two months. That was my plan. Now, understand, I "know" that my plan is not The Plan. But regardless of what I know, what I have been taught, I have never been the best student.
So when I started my new school year without a baby on the way, and some smallish issues popping up, I fought bitterness. Hard. And didn't entirely win most days. Unfortunately, Peter was not the last of God's children to struggle with faith.
I gave myself a timeframe more or less. And I prayed. I focused on other things as best as I could. I cried. And then I realized that much of those tears were so selfish. How much of what I have been blessed with did I ignore simply because I wasn't getting my way right at that moment? Too much for me to admit even now.
Christmas came: a great season for putting things in perspective. My birthday soon after followed, full of sweet family and friends. And I was one day late. Just one day. The doubter in me reared her ugly head, told me not to have hope.
Now the way I silenced that doubter is somewhat comical. I decided to check right then and there with my last pregnancy tester. And by right then and there, I mean 3:00am. (Hey, we've all been kept awake by something that's nagging us.) I waited those two minutes, expecting the "Not Pregnant" indicator I'd seen too often. Then I looked down and saw this:
And yes, I did wake up my husband at 3:00 in the morning to share the good news with him. How could I not?
Now our lives are about to change drastically. Everyone warns me about it. Tells me, "Enjoy it now" when I mention going out with Kyle or spending a leisurely afternoon reading or doing anything for myself really. You know what I think when I hear that? I think, "I prayed for this child, and the LORD granted me what I asked of him." So yes, I am enjoying God's plan, today, tomorrow, and (with prayers and faith) the future.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Beauty
"But let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God's sight is very precious" 1 Peter 3:4
Beauty: this is a topic that has been on my mind quite a lot lately. As someone who is around young teenage girls five days a week, I see the struggle they face as they grow comfortable in their skin. So often, I want to grab the eyeliner out of their hands before they add the fourth coat of the morning and scream, "You're beautiful! Stop that!" It's so ironic that women spend millions in order to regain the skin they once had, and here are these beautiful, smooth-skinned young ladies caking over that glowing skin with more and more powder.
I don't think anyone will deny that we are bombarded with beauty propaganda, particularly in our society. Both men and women encounter a plethora of publications, advertisements, commercials, etc.- all campaigning about what beauty looks like. I accept this. It is part of our world.
Here's what I will not accept: that we as women do not do what we can to lift one another up and encourage one another often enough. Oftentimes, we are so catty and insecure that we will fail to build up someone else's confidence because we figure this will make us feel better about ourselves. I'm including myself in on this generalization. I believe my very words yesterday after seeing Emily Blunt on TV were, "She's so beautiful. I hate her." Now, why would I hate someone who is beautiful? Why would someone else's beauty seem to somehow be connected to my own?
The answer: inadequacy. We, as women, struggle with this constantly. We feel we are not enough in just about every area- including beauty. This is why cosmetics is multi-billion dollar industry and why people are willing to spend hard-earned money and endure lots of pain to go under the knife.
Well, I'm done. I think we, as women, should begin encouraging and building one another up now. We should remind the ladies we love about how beautiful they are- inside and out. So, here is my ode to some of the ladies in my life and what makes every single one of them drop-dead gorgeous.
My Mom:
Skin-deep beauty: My mom has the best smile, the prettiest green eyes, and beautiful hair.
Beyond her skin: Mom is the most intuitive person when it comes to working with others. She is understanding and so very wise. I respect her and love to the moon and back.
My Sister
Skin-deep beauty: Emily was fortunate to get mom's green eyes. She also has the most beautiful skin tone and an irresistible smile. She also has a great figure and the cutest nose.
Beyond her skin: Emily has the ability to light up a room when she's around. She has the best sense of humor and can make everyone laugh. She is also so very dedicated and will work her tail off to help others around her.
Kelley
Skin-deep beauty: Kelley is one of those girls who can roll out of bed and look great. She is a natural, effortless beauty. With her natural blonde hair and beautiful eyes, make-up isn't needed on her gorgeous face.
Beyond her skin: Kelley has the greatest capacity for love that I know. She is accepting and generous towards everyone. It's very inspiring to watch her help others.
Barbara
Skin-deep beauty: Barb has a radiant smile, stunning eyes, and a figure nearly every woman envies. She, too, does not need make-up to highlight her features. She is simply beautiful, without all the extra stuff.
Beyond her skin: Barb has a huge heart for helping others. She feels called to guide those who are suffering, and God has given her a talent to do this. Her vivacious nature makes her fun to hang out with; but her ability to listen makes her a life-long friend.
Liz
Skin-deep beauty: Liz is another effortless beauty. She has the confidence to embrace this, and wears little make-up. As a result, her skin is smooth and her unique smokey blue eyes are stunning.
Beyond her skin: Liz is one of the most confident people I know. She is quick to work for what she wants and loves what she does. Her drive and expertise are amazing.
Catherine
Skin-deep beauty: Catherine has the beautiful head of hair and creamy skin tone. She has blue eyes and, like Liz, is not afraid to let her natural beauty shine through with little help from make-up.
Beyond her skin: Catherine is one of the sweetest, most willing people I know. She will help others in any way she can. She is steadfast and loyal, and a true friend.
There are so many other ladies who I want to write about (and will have to, once I snag pictures of them!). I thank each and every one of these women for their beauty. They are fearfully and wonderfully made.
All my love-
Sarah
Beauty: this is a topic that has been on my mind quite a lot lately. As someone who is around young teenage girls five days a week, I see the struggle they face as they grow comfortable in their skin. So often, I want to grab the eyeliner out of their hands before they add the fourth coat of the morning and scream, "You're beautiful! Stop that!" It's so ironic that women spend millions in order to regain the skin they once had, and here are these beautiful, smooth-skinned young ladies caking over that glowing skin with more and more powder.
I don't think anyone will deny that we are bombarded with beauty propaganda, particularly in our society. Both men and women encounter a plethora of publications, advertisements, commercials, etc.- all campaigning about what beauty looks like. I accept this. It is part of our world.
Here's what I will not accept: that we as women do not do what we can to lift one another up and encourage one another often enough. Oftentimes, we are so catty and insecure that we will fail to build up someone else's confidence because we figure this will make us feel better about ourselves. I'm including myself in on this generalization. I believe my very words yesterday after seeing Emily Blunt on TV were, "She's so beautiful. I hate her." Now, why would I hate someone who is beautiful? Why would someone else's beauty seem to somehow be connected to my own?
The answer: inadequacy. We, as women, struggle with this constantly. We feel we are not enough in just about every area- including beauty. This is why cosmetics is multi-billion dollar industry and why people are willing to spend hard-earned money and endure lots of pain to go under the knife.
Well, I'm done. I think we, as women, should begin encouraging and building one another up now. We should remind the ladies we love about how beautiful they are- inside and out. So, here is my ode to some of the ladies in my life and what makes every single one of them drop-dead gorgeous.
My Mom:
Beyond her skin: Mom is the most intuitive person when it comes to working with others. She is understanding and so very wise. I respect her and love to the moon and back.
My Sister
Beyond her skin: Emily has the ability to light up a room when she's around. She has the best sense of humor and can make everyone laugh. She is also so very dedicated and will work her tail off to help others around her.
Kelley
Beyond her skin: Kelley has the greatest capacity for love that I know. She is accepting and generous towards everyone. It's very inspiring to watch her help others.
Barbara
Beyond her skin: Barb has a huge heart for helping others. She feels called to guide those who are suffering, and God has given her a talent to do this. Her vivacious nature makes her fun to hang out with; but her ability to listen makes her a life-long friend.
Liz
Beyond her skin: Liz is one of the most confident people I know. She is quick to work for what she wants and loves what she does. Her drive and expertise are amazing.
Catherine
Beyond her skin: Catherine is one of the sweetest, most willing people I know. She will help others in any way she can. She is steadfast and loyal, and a true friend.
There are so many other ladies who I want to write about (and will have to, once I snag pictures of them!). I thank each and every one of these women for their beauty. They are fearfully and wonderfully made.
All my love-
Sarah
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Love
Now, love is not a feeling in your chest
It is bending down to wash another’s feet
It is faithful when the sun is in the west
And in the east
-Andrew Peterson, "For the Love of God"
My life is not what anyone would call extraordinary. In fact, it could be considered very ordinary. I am not the type of person that books will be written about. My life will not be one that inspires best sellers or box office hits. I live a typical life. I get up, I go to work, I come home, I take care of the house (occasionally), I read, I hang out with my husband, I hangout with friends, I do yoga, I just... live.
The tone that last paragraph should be read in is not one of pity or regret. Quite the opposite. It should be read in a matter-of-fact tone with a subtle hint that I am leading up to something. Perhaps a big, "BUT...."
Regardless of how "uneventful" or "ordinary" my life may be, it is one that I am so very, very thankful for. That I have this life, that I have a loving family, a warm, cozy home, sweet friends, and a good job- these are all things that I am very grateful for. Yet, those are things many others have in their own lives. Which brings me back to my original statement- my life is not what anyone would call extraordinary.
Perhaps this is a good time to give my big "BUT" statement before loved ones begin to worry or before I bore anyone who happens to read this. So, here it is. My life is not considered by any as extraordinary BUT in one regard.
What makes my life extraordinary- not by Hollywood's standards mind you- but truly beyond what is usual, is not the elements that exist in my life, but the context in which I get to live my life. I am a believer in Christ. I believe in the grace He has sacrificed himself for and given to us. And what is so, for lack of a better term, cool about this whole life thing is that I get to share a small part of what lead Him to the cross with others: love.
I think Andrew Peterson said it perfectly in his song. Love is too often trivialized. (It is not a coincidence that I am writing this shortly after Valentines Day.) Love, the way God intended it, is actually pretty shocking if you think about it. Who really in their right minds would want to wash a person's feet after days of walking in sandals on dirt road? Who really wishes to humble themselves in such a way?
If there is one thing that makes my life other than the ordinary, it's that I am certain that my calling is deeply rooted in serving others. This is not something our self-serving world will tell you.
So allow me to redirect this towards the One who is really responsible for all of this rather than myself. Love is created by God, demonstrated first and foremost by God, and bequeathed by God unto us. He is the very definition of love. God in human form washing dirty feet is really the least of what He has done for us. And what he asks in return is that we love Him and then love others around us.
My prayer is that I will always willingly pick up the basin and the towel.
-Sarah
It is bending down to wash another’s feet
It is faithful when the sun is in the west
And in the east
-Andrew Peterson, "For the Love of God"
My life is not what anyone would call extraordinary. In fact, it could be considered very ordinary. I am not the type of person that books will be written about. My life will not be one that inspires best sellers or box office hits. I live a typical life. I get up, I go to work, I come home, I take care of the house (occasionally), I read, I hang out with my husband, I hangout with friends, I do yoga, I just... live.
The tone that last paragraph should be read in is not one of pity or regret. Quite the opposite. It should be read in a matter-of-fact tone with a subtle hint that I am leading up to something. Perhaps a big, "BUT...."
Regardless of how "uneventful" or "ordinary" my life may be, it is one that I am so very, very thankful for. That I have this life, that I have a loving family, a warm, cozy home, sweet friends, and a good job- these are all things that I am very grateful for. Yet, those are things many others have in their own lives. Which brings me back to my original statement- my life is not what anyone would call extraordinary.
Perhaps this is a good time to give my big "BUT" statement before loved ones begin to worry or before I bore anyone who happens to read this. So, here it is. My life is not considered by any as extraordinary BUT in one regard.
What makes my life extraordinary- not by Hollywood's standards mind you- but truly beyond what is usual, is not the elements that exist in my life, but the context in which I get to live my life. I am a believer in Christ. I believe in the grace He has sacrificed himself for and given to us. And what is so, for lack of a better term, cool about this whole life thing is that I get to share a small part of what lead Him to the cross with others: love.
I think Andrew Peterson said it perfectly in his song. Love is too often trivialized. (It is not a coincidence that I am writing this shortly after Valentines Day.) Love, the way God intended it, is actually pretty shocking if you think about it. Who really in their right minds would want to wash a person's feet after days of walking in sandals on dirt road? Who really wishes to humble themselves in such a way?
If there is one thing that makes my life other than the ordinary, it's that I am certain that my calling is deeply rooted in serving others. This is not something our self-serving world will tell you.
So allow me to redirect this towards the One who is really responsible for all of this rather than myself. Love is created by God, demonstrated first and foremost by God, and bequeathed by God unto us. He is the very definition of love. God in human form washing dirty feet is really the least of what He has done for us. And what he asks in return is that we love Him and then love others around us.
My prayer is that I will always willingly pick up the basin and the towel.
-Sarah
Friday, December 31, 2010
Measuring 525,600 Minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?
How about love?
(From the musical Rent)
525,600 minutes. It doesn't sound like a lot of time, really. And, in actuality, one year is not that much time in the grand scheme of a life. Yet so much can change in one year.
Change. You know, when we were young, my parents would label a year according to, "The year of ______." There was "The year of house projects" or "The year of the graduations." I remember there was one particular year they titled, "The year of change." But when you think about it, couldn't all years be given that title? One of the crazy, wonderful, frustrating, joyous things about this life is its fluidity. Things never stay the same (thank God).
This year has certainly been one of changes- all wonderful. I have seen many Facebook updates stating something to the affect of "Thank God 2010 is over!" Due to the fact that change is never easy, and the fact that I in particular am slow to accept change, I was tempted to feel the same towards 2010. However, as I began going over pictures from the past 525, 600 minutes, I realize there is so much to celebrate.
So here is a look back on the more memorable moments of my past year:
Snow 2010
I thought this was so amazing! Snow like this in Texas will probably never happen again in my lifetime. Although, I wouldn't mind if it did.
And yes, we happen to have one of the cutest dogs in the world. But we're biased. :)
End of school year '09-'10
The end of another school year this past spring was really a reminder in how much I love what I do. Teaching is a wonderful thing, particularly when you work with such great people. That year was particularly memorable because my kids were wonderful, I worked with an awesome team of teachers, and I had the opportunity to refine lessons I already had- therefore getting to really focus on my kids. Here are a couple of my favorite features from my classroom this past year.
Home Projects- Summer
How true is it that, as a homeowner, your house is never, ever finished? This is not something Teen Magazine, Hollywood movies, or any of my Barnes and Noble purchases prepared me for. Just something you learn as soon as you join the club. However, despite the effort it takes, working on the house was fun, especially because of who I got to work with!
By the way, the Lantana expanded practically over night. Thank goodness, I'm not sure I got my mom's green thumb.
Bahamas Trip
This past summer marked the second Thompson/Martin trip. Kyle and I absolutely love taking vacations with these two wonderful people. We are certain there are more in the future.
The above picture is particularly special. Not only was it taken on our last night in the Bahamas, but it was also taken on our fourth anniversary. Just before this picture, the four of us ate at the hibachi grill on the resort. We sat with other couples, as you often have to at hibachi restaurants, many of whom were newly weds. I remember thinking as we ate, "I can't believe we are not one of the newlyweds!" Four years have gone by very quickly. Now, I would say I have the best husband in the world, but any woman who loves her husband will say the same thing. What I can say is that he is the best husband for me, and that he is the most kind hearted, dedicated, sweet man with the best laugh that I have ever met. Marriage is something that requires constant work. (Which, by the way, is something magazines, Hollywood, novels, and-even better- friends and family- warn you about. You're just inclined to somewhat ignore them.) But I simply cannot think of a more wonderful person to experience this journey with.
Rangers Post Season
Now I will admit, I have never been a baseball fan. It has always seemed a slow sport to me. However, I am married to one of the biggest Rangers fans in history. So, what does a good wife do? Buy her husband tickets to one game of the best Rangers post season to date, that's what!
I don't believe I'm exaggerating when I say that the only other time I have seen that man's smile that big was on our wedding day. :)
Ella Raeann
One of my favorite parts of this year has been all the babies born or on the way. After knowing nine, yes NINE, women pregnant at once, I can officially say I am in the baby stage of life. It seems all our friends are expanding their families. One special one in particular requires mentioning. Barb and I have known each other now for five years (wow!). We have seen one another through many different things, but this takes the cake. Watching her become a momma has been eye-opening, fun, joyous, and simply too cool! She will tell you that Ella is the most beautiful baby girl in the world. But she is the mom, and, therefore, a touch biased. So I am here to say that, though I have not met all the baby girls born in the history of the world, I am certain that God put forth a little more effort in this precious baby. And she is, most definitely, a doll.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, not only did she look beautiful pregnant, but she is now back to her normal size. Lucky....
Graduations
My baby sister is now a Texas Ex! I'm so very proud of her. She is as smart as she is beautiful. That entire day we were all grins, thinking about all her accomplishments. Not only has she achieved so much, but she is now moving on to continue her degree in Speech Pathology. Emily has a passion for helping others, and a drive like none other. She has and will continue to do so much for others and it's simply too cool watching her do it.
My dear friend, Kelley Allen, also graduated with her doctorate here at the end of the year. So proud of her!
Friend Christmas Party
I love that we have the chance to get together with those we love at Christmas time. I will have to raid my family members' cameras for family Christmas pictures, but here are a few pictures of our circle of friends getting together for Christmas. It seems that each year brings in a new kiddo!
Some good looking people in that bunch, huh? :)
So, to sum it up, more than a few memorable minutes out of those 525,600. And it's pretty incredible that each and every one of those minutes- the good ones, the difficult ones, the touching ones, the humorous ones- all contain so much love. Thank you, Heavenly Father, for being the One who gave and demonstrated that love.
On to the next season!
Sarah
P.S.
For those of you still reading (if anyone is), one more memorable part of 2010:
Yes, that is what you think it is. :)
Happy New Years to all!
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?
How about love?
(From the musical Rent)
525,600 minutes. It doesn't sound like a lot of time, really. And, in actuality, one year is not that much time in the grand scheme of a life. Yet so much can change in one year.
Change. You know, when we were young, my parents would label a year according to, "The year of ______." There was "The year of house projects" or "The year of the graduations." I remember there was one particular year they titled, "The year of change." But when you think about it, couldn't all years be given that title? One of the crazy, wonderful, frustrating, joyous things about this life is its fluidity. Things never stay the same (thank God).
This year has certainly been one of changes- all wonderful. I have seen many Facebook updates stating something to the affect of "Thank God 2010 is over!" Due to the fact that change is never easy, and the fact that I in particular am slow to accept change, I was tempted to feel the same towards 2010. However, as I began going over pictures from the past 525, 600 minutes, I realize there is so much to celebrate.
So here is a look back on the more memorable moments of my past year:
Snow 2010
I thought this was so amazing! Snow like this in Texas will probably never happen again in my lifetime. Although, I wouldn't mind if it did.
End of school year '09-'10
The end of another school year this past spring was really a reminder in how much I love what I do. Teaching is a wonderful thing, particularly when you work with such great people. That year was particularly memorable because my kids were wonderful, I worked with an awesome team of teachers, and I had the opportunity to refine lessons I already had- therefore getting to really focus on my kids. Here are a couple of my favorite features from my classroom this past year.
Home Projects- Summer
How true is it that, as a homeowner, your house is never, ever finished? This is not something Teen Magazine, Hollywood movies, or any of my Barnes and Noble purchases prepared me for. Just something you learn as soon as you join the club. However, despite the effort it takes, working on the house was fun, especially because of who I got to work with!
Bahamas Trip
This past summer marked the second Thompson/Martin trip. Kyle and I absolutely love taking vacations with these two wonderful people. We are certain there are more in the future.
Rangers Post Season
Now I will admit, I have never been a baseball fan. It has always seemed a slow sport to me. However, I am married to one of the biggest Rangers fans in history. So, what does a good wife do? Buy her husband tickets to one game of the best Rangers post season to date, that's what!
Ella Raeann
One of my favorite parts of this year has been all the babies born or on the way. After knowing nine, yes NINE, women pregnant at once, I can officially say I am in the baby stage of life. It seems all our friends are expanding their families. One special one in particular requires mentioning. Barb and I have known each other now for five years (wow!). We have seen one another through many different things, but this takes the cake. Watching her become a momma has been eye-opening, fun, joyous, and simply too cool! She will tell you that Ella is the most beautiful baby girl in the world. But she is the mom, and, therefore, a touch biased. So I am here to say that, though I have not met all the baby girls born in the history of the world, I am certain that God put forth a little more effort in this precious baby. And she is, most definitely, a doll.
Graduations
My baby sister is now a Texas Ex! I'm so very proud of her. She is as smart as she is beautiful. That entire day we were all grins, thinking about all her accomplishments. Not only has she achieved so much, but she is now moving on to continue her degree in Speech Pathology. Emily has a passion for helping others, and a drive like none other. She has and will continue to do so much for others and it's simply too cool watching her do it.
Friend Christmas Party
I love that we have the chance to get together with those we love at Christmas time. I will have to raid my family members' cameras for family Christmas pictures, but here are a few pictures of our circle of friends getting together for Christmas. It seems that each year brings in a new kiddo!
The Sessums, it seems, tend to have models for kids. Just saying. :)
So, to sum it up, more than a few memorable minutes out of those 525,600. And it's pretty incredible that each and every one of those minutes- the good ones, the difficult ones, the touching ones, the humorous ones- all contain so much love. Thank you, Heavenly Father, for being the One who gave and demonstrated that love.
On to the next season!
Sarah
P.S.
For those of you still reading (if anyone is), one more memorable part of 2010:
Happy New Years to all!
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Giving Thanks
As the season of thanks kicks into high gear, I am reminded that I am so very blessed. It is amazing that in my 25 years, I have been given so much. And so, with thanksgiving on my mind and in my heart, I wanted to reflect on those blessings which are constant and the most important.
God
I am a fallen individual. I am a sinner. My God is a savior. For His love, His forgiveness, His guidance, His faithfulness, and His grace, I am and will always be thankful.
My Family
My husband and I celebrated four years of marriage this summer. Certainly not a milestone, but four years of being married to a loving, kind, funny, sweet, godly man is something to celebrate daily. I wake up each day with the knowledge that I am loved as much as I love him, and that the best is yet to come. What a blessing.
I have the best dad, mom, and sister in the world. They provide such support, love, and laughter. My dad is such a mentor. His option and advice is something that I have always cherished. My mom has taught me countless lessons and given me such indispensable advice. My sister is such a beautiful young woman. I am so very thankful for her humor, love for life, and sweet nature. It may seem natural for younger siblings to look up the the older one, but I am fortunate to say that I have a younger sister whom I greatly admire.
My mother and father in law are also such a blessing and have definitely become part of my family. I am constantly thankful for my mother-in-law's wisdom in the kitchen and my father-in-law's wisdom with house upkeep. They have both saved our butts, more than once. :)
My Grandma Emma is one of my biggest blessings. She taught me to love theater, to find joy in giving rather than receiving, to walk with God even in (and particularly during) difficult times, and to love others before yourself. My prayer is to become half the woman she is.
My Friends
We are as blessed with friends are we are with family. This summer, Kyle and I went on another vacation with the Thompsons. We do not get to see them often enough, and are always thankful when we do. They are such fun, kind friends and we look forward to all the vacations to come.
Kelley is a friend of mine for five years now. From the beginning I was so very surprised by her ability to overcome obstacles with grace as well as her innate tendency to put absolutely everyone before herself. She deserves everything good and beautiful in this world.
Liz is the friend that I am thankful for personally and professionally. She has helped me shape my teaching methods in addition to providing a patient, objective ear. In a perfect world, she and I will be teaching together until retirement. :)
And of course, there's my bestie, Barbara. I did not know when I met that beautiful, vivacious woman five years ago that I was meeting someone who I could laugh with, cry with, and trust with everything. She is so very dear to me.
Babies
Yes, I am thankful for all these precious little lives joining the world lately! I have so many friends who are recent parents or becoming parents. It is so wonderful to see my friends entrusted with these children of God. Such an honor! I know God has something so very special planned for Mason, Ella, Jack, Aubrey, Parker, Alison, and baby McGuinness. It's a blessing to watch as they grow up.
My Job
Yes, I am thankful for my job. I am blessed to have a job that I know I am called to. My students are so very precious to me. It is such a blessing to work with them as they become adults.
Mine is a life truly, undeservedly blessed. I am beyond thankful.
Sarah
God
I am a fallen individual. I am a sinner. My God is a savior. For His love, His forgiveness, His guidance, His faithfulness, and His grace, I am and will always be thankful.
My Family
My husband and I celebrated four years of marriage this summer. Certainly not a milestone, but four years of being married to a loving, kind, funny, sweet, godly man is something to celebrate daily. I wake up each day with the knowledge that I am loved as much as I love him, and that the best is yet to come. What a blessing.
I have the best dad, mom, and sister in the world. They provide such support, love, and laughter. My dad is such a mentor. His option and advice is something that I have always cherished. My mom has taught me countless lessons and given me such indispensable advice. My sister is such a beautiful young woman. I am so very thankful for her humor, love for life, and sweet nature. It may seem natural for younger siblings to look up the the older one, but I am fortunate to say that I have a younger sister whom I greatly admire.
My mother and father in law are also such a blessing and have definitely become part of my family. I am constantly thankful for my mother-in-law's wisdom in the kitchen and my father-in-law's wisdom with house upkeep. They have both saved our butts, more than once. :)
My Grandma Emma is one of my biggest blessings. She taught me to love theater, to find joy in giving rather than receiving, to walk with God even in (and particularly during) difficult times, and to love others before yourself. My prayer is to become half the woman she is.
My Friends
We are as blessed with friends are we are with family. This summer, Kyle and I went on another vacation with the Thompsons. We do not get to see them often enough, and are always thankful when we do. They are such fun, kind friends and we look forward to all the vacations to come.
Kelley is a friend of mine for five years now. From the beginning I was so very surprised by her ability to overcome obstacles with grace as well as her innate tendency to put absolutely everyone before herself. She deserves everything good and beautiful in this world.
Liz is the friend that I am thankful for personally and professionally. She has helped me shape my teaching methods in addition to providing a patient, objective ear. In a perfect world, she and I will be teaching together until retirement. :)
And of course, there's my bestie, Barbara. I did not know when I met that beautiful, vivacious woman five years ago that I was meeting someone who I could laugh with, cry with, and trust with everything. She is so very dear to me.
Babies
Yes, I am thankful for all these precious little lives joining the world lately! I have so many friends who are recent parents or becoming parents. It is so wonderful to see my friends entrusted with these children of God. Such an honor! I know God has something so very special planned for Mason, Ella, Jack, Aubrey, Parker, Alison, and baby McGuinness. It's a blessing to watch as they grow up.
My Job
Yes, I am thankful for my job. I am blessed to have a job that I know I am called to. My students are so very precious to me. It is such a blessing to work with them as they become adults.
Mine is a life truly, undeservedly blessed. I am beyond thankful.
Sarah
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