Lost, But Holding Hands

The joy is in the journey. I woke up a few minutes before the boys so that I could update our poor, neglected blog before getting ready for church.  Unfortunately, by the time I made it to the couch to begin writing both the husband and the little one are awake.  From up in the bedroom I hear the sweet shouts of my loves asking for coffee and chocolate milk.  I must oblige because something about their sweet, simple conversations make me swoon. So off I go to make coffee and chocolate milk as I listen to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse begin playing in our bedroom.... We spent yesterday afternoon a "family adventure".  These are day trips that daddy plans much to mom's dismay (I do not do well in the unknown).  In the end, these daddy days are always incredibly fun, little man is tuckered out and I feel hugely blessed to be in love with such an amazing man.  So yesterday we loaded up the car and stopped for adventure day snacks at the gas station.  I like ...

1 per·fect   adjective   \ ˈ pər-fikt\ : having no mistakes or flaws : completely correct or accurate : having all the qualities you want in that kind of person, situation, etc. We all strive for it: the perfection.  It's everywhere- on television, in magazines, at stores.  My type A personality rarely lets me settle for anything less than the best.  This type of personality often leaves me feeling a sense of discouragement especially when something as important as a major celebration or holiday is impending.  This is the story of finding perfection in the imperfections and learning to rejoice in the hope that it can always get better: Pre-December I knew Christmas was going to be a big celebration this month.  We always go all out during Christmas: decorations, big meals, gifts... but this year would be different.  Whatever we did this year would set the traditions that we would carry on for the REST OF OUR PARENTAL LIVES....