...but PERFECTly WONDERful.
My life...that is.
It seems like yesterday, that cool November afternoon, me in my "perfect"ly tailored outfit from Banana Republic and impossibly high hills because they made me feel taller when meeting with managers about their hiring needs...somewhere on that ladder I was climbing....checking the calendar again, my temperature because in my "perfect"ly planned life...I thought I could schedule a pregnancy. This being the tenth month of "trying" to get pregnant...was just the beginning of God teaching me a new meaning to "perfect". As, I ripped open a pregnancy test and at last saw the positive sign...I had NO IDEA how my life was about to change.
Even the next day, I was not sure how "it" was going to fit into the plan. I had recently changed my plans, giving up on God, assuming a child wasn't in my future, and had taken an Executive Recruiter position with a well known company in Fort Worth. Yet, sitting across from an Executive one afternoon, in a job that I had long dreamed of, trying to ignore the urge to puke, the words of planning and bonus structures going in one ear and out the other...I found that I no longer cared about where I was on the ladder. I only knew I wanted off. I had a baby growing inside of me and my "perfect" life was changing.
It has been four years and three months since I sent that infamous email to my amazing husband that simply said "how much do you love me?"
Four years of transforming myself from a "pefect"ly put-together corporate-ite, with a sporty Audi sedan, in a house so "perfectly" clean my own family was uncomfortable to visit, and spices that were used regularly and alphabatized...to a flip-flop, jeans and t-shirt wearing artist that lives to hear my children scream Daddy when he walks in the door, is guilty of smelling my kids heads every chance I get, has dated spices, and the floor of my red (my pregnancy hormones love color!!!) SUV disturbs me of what "that" green thing used to be...
...and yet today, I look out the window at my kids playing on a mild day in February and there "it" is....both of them...and I realize, my life couldn't be more "perfect." My precious daughter who is caught in her own self-discovery between her love for bugs/animals and becoming a little girl and my curly headed little boy who worships his big sister, trying to scrape out the last of her bubbles she has left behind. I feel like my heart might explode with the love I feel for them.
My AMAZING husband has gifted me the opportunity to spend a few precious years with my little ones...and my Heavenly Father has gifted me with a creative outlet to beautifully capture each moment as I see it.
Who could ask for more?
She has figured out that he's younger and "doesn't know better..." so she will ask him to do thing I tell her she can't do! "Zachary's helping!" I pray daily for them to grow up to have an amazing sibling relationship. God is hearing me :-)
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