Stubbed toes, we will miss you. Wait a minute, no we won't! At one point, Kevin and I both had bloody pinky toes from stubbing them on things around our small apartment. To get a butter knife while you're in the kitchen, you have to walk over to the dining room cupboard (there's nowhere in the kitchen to store eating utensils), and to walk there you have to step over Noelle's play space right as she's laid out her beautiful pretend picnic. As you tip toe back through her litter of toys, past the pots and pans hanging on the kitchen cart right next to her head, you stub your toe on the kitchen ladder. To cook you move the ladder in front of the refrigerator. To open the refrigerator you have to move the ladder in front of the sink. To wash your hands, you then move the ladder in front of the stove. And so on, and so forth, except repeat scenario a million times in almost every room of the apartment.
Oh, God heard my prayer alright. He saw my bloody toes. Our need for more space. A backyard to run in.
The house in not quite ours yet. We are praying escrow closes smoothly.
God has been faithful to us!
~parents, on both sides, who love us and provide so generously and sacrificially for us
~healthy babies growing into toddlers growing into preschoolers
~baby eating rice, wheat, oatmeal, milk...no allergies so far with her!
~smiling, crinkling eyes and nose of a giggly, always-happy Tasha
~sweet kisses of husband, our 5-year anniversary coming up soon!