Don't get me wrong; I love being a momma. I wouldn't trade it for anything. But my sweet hubby has agreed to let me have one Saturday a month to myself. Presently, I am sitting in the middle of a crowded Panera, enjoying a nice cup of dark, roasted brew. ( I just saw a very pregnant woman walk by. I can't help but think, "Ha! ha! You're pregnant and I'm not...na-na-na-na-na-na! At least, I'm not pregnant this week anyway!) And yet, don't get me wrong on this count either- I think I had a pretty decent pregnancy and a more than decent delivery. I thank God for that! It's just nice to be able to bend over and touch my toes and to sleep on my stomach when that seems to be most comfortable. Anyway, I'm sure I just set myself up for a sudden pregnancy somewhere down the line...
Last night, I was extremely exhausted and not feeling so hot, so Nick went to my favorite Greek delicatessan and got me a Mediterranean sampler. It looked a little too good and I think I ate it a little too fast. I told Thomas that Momma's not going to have hummus and stuffed grape leaves for a long while now! But while I was enjoying my Greek epicurian delight, we took in "Ben-Hur." Nick had suggested it, and although I think I am a far superior movie-picker-outer, Nick really had outdone himself with this one. I had never seen it before, and I'm sorry that was the case- this movie is really worth while. And although it is fiction, it is a movie that is God-glorifying. I won't spoil the end for those of you who haven't yet seen it, but it makes me wish that I had been alive to see how the earth, humans (both dead and alive) were affected by the death of Christ. That must have been amazing to see. I've often thought how the heavens and earth responded to the coming and going of Jesus-the star in eastern sky, the earthquake and blackening of the sky, the dead arising from their tombs....was there that much pomp and circumstance with the birth or death of a caesar, a tzar, a renowned professor (one of Nick's just sat down at the table beside me...he has no idea who I am), a pharoah, a celebrity? And even at His second coming, we will see even more marvelous things, and all of the aforementioned will bow the knee to Him. Their power, influence, intellect, money, and accomplishments will mean nothing. Everything that we strive for- financial security, status, praise of others, relationships, abs of steel- will be absolved. All that will matter is Christ. And yet, knowing this should spur us ("us" mostly meaning me) to Christ mattering the most now instead of waiting until he appears in all His glory in the sky. ( A little rebuke to self...)
Okay, so onto our little one. Here he is; enjoy the pictures!
morning nap with papa... our little cherub:)
This was surprising, because his car seat is his least favorite place. But he was happy!
(.....fill in the blank....) Aaaahhh.....relief!
