Camille's First Kiss

Camille had her first kiss this week. We're talkin' first kiss, not from a relative or cousin, and I don't know how I feel about it. Let me 'xplain. We were at the gym and I was picking up Camille from the Kids Klub, I was pooped, it was time for dinner, and I was ready to go. Alexander is a little boy in Kids Klub whose mommy works at the gym so he and Camille play together often. He's a good kid. Alexander has a new baby sister, so he has been giving lots of kisses at home, and when it was time for us to go, he started handing 'em out. Camille got a big one, full hug, on the cheek (at least it was on the cheek!) with the smack that goes with it. Imagine the workers and myself, "Awww, thank you, that was sweet." Now, let's go. It wasn't until the drive home when all was quiet and I was left to my thoughts that my thoughts said, "Wait a minute. That little boy kissed her! He kissed her! What in the world?!" Now, let me say, I remember my first kiss and it was Seth Karnes in kindergarten. At least I had 3 years on Camille. Yikes!

So, I told Jason about it, and he says with a chuckle, "I guess I gotta kick that little boy's dad's butt now don't I?"

Holey Moley, she had her first kiss.

I'm still here!

Sometimes I feel like I'm just hangin' on, but I'm still here! We have had sickness after sickness in this household from rsv to earaches to colds. I'm not sleeping well at night and I'm just too pooped to sit and update. So much for my wanting to get on here at least once a week! Well, we're here now.

In recognition of the month of love, I'm gonna give my dear blog readers a short list of what I love.

I love how Isaac fits in my arms when he is tired and ready to go to bed. He just fits perfectly all nuzzled and snuggled with his thumb in his mouth.

I love listening to his breathing slow down as he finally winds down from the day and relaxes.

I love how he gurgles while he is having his bottle and is looking at me and smiling and talking at night.

I love how Camille now sleeps under her bed for naptime. She has her own little village under there. It is so cute.

I love hot showers, so hot it turns my skin bright red. I don't want them to ever end.

I love Jason coming home. He was in Dallas for a short time, but it was too long.

I love a clean house. May not be spotless, but it is picked up.

I love when Camille gives me hugs and kisses. Sometimes her hugs are so big, they knock me over when I bend down to get them.

I love singing songs with Camille. Her favorite one right now is "Happy Birthday Cake". That's just how she knows to tell me to sing the Happy Birthday song.

I love getting naps in the middle of the day when both kids are asleep.

I love working out and knowing I did my best and worked my hardest.

I love the smell of Bath and Body Works Pear Blossom. It's a shame they discontinued it.

I love dark chocolate.

I love making new friends. Believe it or not, that is very hard for me to do. I'm very wary of letting down my guard to new people. Too easy to get hurt.

I love reconnecting with old friends. Myspace makes the world a very small place.

I love getting something I've waited a long time for. Even if it is just a drawer divider for the kids bathrooms, and I've only waited because I keep forgetting, there is a nice sense of completion when I've got it.

I love getting mail. The good kind. Valentines for the kids or a random thank you note or postcard. Makes all the bills, junk mail and insurance stuff seem so small.

I love not wanting conversations to end.

I love getting my nails and toes done with the full spa pedicure and leg massage.

I love hearing Jason laugh. Not just a chuckle, but when he really, really laughs.

I love how Camille amazes me.

I love how Isaac looks at me.

I love how Jason loves me.

I love our marriage.

I love how God shelters us and guides us and relaxes me.

I love seeing answers to prayer and the peace and fear of letting go. Is it possible to have peace and fear at the same time? I try not to, but it's hard to convince my mind to maintain my peace, trust and faith.

I love how God has blessed my "little bubble" of a life. It seems so profound sometimes that I am even where I am in life. I feel like God took a big bucket of grace and blessings, lifted it high above our heads and dumped it all out on top of us. He even shook the bucket to make sure every last drop came out. It's overwhelming.

I love how looking for a church has made us really dig down and find out what is and will be important for our family in the future, and for me, what was important about church growing up. The lives of our children will be shaped by not only us as parents, but the individuals and groups we put them with as they are marching through their daily lives. What a task! How much trust is that to give a church!

I love how praying for wisdom works. It will work.