Hello all! It's that time again, time for what I know you enjoy the most. More real conversations I have had with my husband.
It was morning and my hair looked rather nice, even though it hadn't been washed yet. The conversation went as follows:
Me: "Should I wear my hair like this?"
Mr. W: "Oh, yes! You look like one of the back-up dancers for Van Halen."
Me: "Do you think that's hot?"
Mr. W: "Not particularly."
Me: "Is it hot on me?"
Mr. W: "Everything is hot on you. Except for ice cream... that's hot in a different way."
Also, late last week we received a letter from the family of a child in Bolivia who we have been sponsoring through Compassion. Oscar is only four, so his two of his older sisters write his letters for him. They are so sweet, and always tell us what the family is up to and how Oscar is doing, and that they are praying for us and thankful for our prayers and support for their brother. In the latest letter, the sister who wrote the letter said that they have been praying for us and know that God will give us a son soon to bless us. At first we thought of this as probably being a simple allusion to Christmas coming. Later, I had an epiphany, which I hope is just my mind blowing things out of proportion, but I mentioned it after dinner, and Mr. Wonderful became a bit concerned as well. This was the discussion:
Me: So, I hope I'm wrong, because they could have just meant Christmas and God sending his son, but when they mentioned praying for us and God sending us a son... I couldn't help but wonder if they meant they have been praying for us, that God would give us a son.
Mr. W: Uh... uh oh. (makes noises)
Me: I just, I mean that's nice of them and all but I really hope not.
Mr. W: Well, if they are, it's your fault for telling them that we hope God will give us a little boy someday.
Me: But I said someday! I also said we're very young! Just make sure we're praying that we can at least be living alone, not with your dad, before we have any kids.
Mr. W: Yeah. Definitely. Definitely. Yeah.
Don't get me wrong, when we do have kids, whether our first is a boy or girl, we will both be very happy and excited (and crazy scared). We're just hoping that we can be a bit better established before that happens, that's all. And so that our mothers won't tear their clothes in despair over being grandmothers, with them both being so young and all.
We just have to wait. Wait until they are begging us to have kids. Yeah.
So it's one week from Christmas, and praise God that he has sent a son, who died to save us from our sinful unworthiness, and his wrath.
I am very much looking forward to next weekend. I have all my gifts ready now, and our tree is looking rather small now due to the pile beneath (and around) it. I can't wait to see everybody!
Today, breakfast, lunch, and dinner menus will suffer as we are making more treats to stash away and take with us next weekend. Yum!
Blog #26, done! Have a wonderful week! Find time for peace and quiet away from the crazy Christmas retail rush.
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