Happy April Eleventh

I love April 11th.
It is a red letter day in my book.
A day worth celebrating.

Seven years ago on April 11th I went golfing with my boyfriend and on the ninth hole he got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife, and the rest is history.

My love ran deep for Jonathan Witt way before he proposed on that day, but April 11th is the day that we began the journey of our two lives combining into one glorious life. It is not perfect, and at times it can be chaotic, but it is ours. And every day we are reminded that God is good, all the time.

I personally am reminded on a daily basis that God doesn't just know my story he is a part of it, and when he brought Jonathan Witt into it he knew exactly the kind of person that I needed to be my husband and my partner. A patient man who understands the importance of laughter and being silly. A man who leads our family with great thought and conviction from God. A man who is quick to forgive. A man who does not hold grudges. A man who is not scared to be spontaneous and adventurous. A man who anchors me as I float among the clouds.

Our little family has now grown to three and now I get to see Jonathan in an entirely different role as father. Everything has been brought into a new light. How we spend our money. How we eat and exercise (or don't exercise). How we show each other we love each other. How we communicate. How we fight.

Little eyes are watching our every move and absorbing them, even if she doesn't understand it yet. And this makes April 11th all that much more important. All that more worth celebrating. Because this celebratory date is now a part of her story as well.

I love us.
The Witt family.
Established 2006.

Hands Down

Lately my kid has been obsessed with her hands.
She holds her hand up and stares at it, like she is anxiously awaiting it to do something amazing. But really all that happens is her hand stays an open palm waiting for her cue to pull my hair, again.

Last night when I was putting her to bed, she was drowsy in my arms with her eyes closed but not asleep. And all of a sudden she held her hand in front of her face and opened her eyes for a couple of seconds to look at it and then closed them again, as if she was checking to see if it was still there.

And I all I could think was, "I never want to forget this."

I want to remember every second. Every phase. Every new discovery.
I want to take a photo or a screen capture...and remember this moment. Right now. Right here.

Lately, I have been at this interesting crossroads where I don't want to be in too much of a hurry that I miss anything, but I don't want to be too lazy that I waste my days. It is really hard, and so so important. Because I want to soak up every second of our blessed life. I want to be thankful. Joyful. Patient. Loving.

But in order to really achieve this I need to start with defining "missing" and "wasting". Because some times it is ok to be excited and fully engaged in something, and other days it is ok to put on a pair of yoga pants and not leave your house. But you have to have your own definitions, and you also have to know your own boundaries, which can often be the hardest part.