wonderful life

vivian here - so it is 11:17 on monday morning. we are sitting here eating homemade banana muffins that i just pulled out of the oven. xander man is asleep in his bed (woo hoo - we’re getting there). jesse already has part of the bathroom sink pulled out and we’re both still in sweats. it’s cold here, there’s a fall chill in the air and the dishwasher is running from last night’s chili and apple crisp meal. the ups man just stopped by and is probably wondering what we do for a living seeing as how we both look like we just got out of bed, but that’s okay because we kind of just did. laying around being lazy, getting little projects done. the bathroom should be complete by the end of the week - even painted. i’m so happy. we just looked through xander’s 3-6 months clothes and we are so blessed. he has plenty. we’re going to two really nice children’s consignment shops this week to look for a mobile for his bed and some new pj’s - he’s already outgrowing his little footie ones… as sad as that makes me, we have one healthy little boy who is happy. his smile means everything to us - who knew that the world’s best entertainment was free…i’ve been journaling a letter to xander starting from how badly we wanted him, all through the pregnancy and now the little moments in the day that make life so great. did you know that he had hiccups at his first ultrasound - 9 weeks after being conceived this little guy had the hiccups, isn’t that funny, he still gets them all of the time. i had forgotten about that until i started his letter. yesterday’s message at church was on the prodigal son, my group discussed the older son and how his thoughts/actions are/compare to the kingdom of God. he was steady…. he had always done what was right and didn’t even realize the blessings he was living with on a daily basis. he got bitter over something that he already had - the blessing of his father. we live with that on a daily basis and have for years… i’m only just now beginning to see it. what a wonderful life we live - even through the times of crying babies and late nights, even through the financially slim times, even through the stresses of work, what a wonderful life. what a wonderful god.