An indescribable love

Today is Valentines Day.

In our house we try to express how much we love each other often.

No so much on Valentines day. 

We will do something small for one another but it is never crazy, over the top or expensive. 

With kids its seems like it is usually more about them which is good.

But today I have been thinking less about red roses, chocolates, and cards and more about the Lord.

This past Sunday we all got up and were preparing for church like we usually do. The kids we ready and coloring and Matt and I were getting everything together to go. Jack came up to show us the cutest picture. 

It was a picture of a big cross in the middle of the page and two smaller crosses on either side of it. On the big cross he drew a picture of Jesus sitting on the cross. 

Later when we got home Jack continued to replicate this picture. ten eleven twelve times he made the same picture. When he was all done he brought the stack to me and explained to me that he was going to pass these pictures out to all the people who did not know the Lord. 

   

How amazing! 

How amazing that a 5 year old would have so much love for the Lord that he would think for almost 5 hours straight about spreading the word of what he had done for us. 

Oh man did I cry.

I would love to have this strong of a passion for the Lord. And for spreading his word.

Jack has a strong passion for the Lord. 

And I love my Jack and I love his passion. I am thankful to the Lord for letting me be his Mommy. I can't wait to watch him grow in it and see all the wonderful things he does.

I hope one day I can show the Lord the type of indescribable love that he shows me daily.

 Happy Valentines Day!

Its all fun and games...

.....till someone gets pregnant.

8 weeks today I have been growing this little one in my belly. 

And man oh man and I am working hard. 

Even though this is my third pregnancy it is amazing to me how surprisingly exhausted I am. I feel like I just ran a marathon from the moment I wake up till the time I fall asleep at the dinner table. 

And oh the nausea, I feel fine and little hungry but fine as long as I don't eat. But then I eat and I may as well have done the "washing machine" with my innards.

uggggg

Man oh man I can't wait (and can at the same time) until I am in my second trimester. 

Chances are high that this is my last pregnancy.

(kinda of got this feeling when I told Matt I was pregnant and one of the first things out of his mouth was that he is going to book himself a handy dandy vasectomy asap)

Its safe to say we both panicked a little at first.

This little one BR the 3rd (baby Ririe) has warmed our way into our hearts already.

I know the nausea, bloating, and fatigue is all worth it. I can't wait to meet him/her.

I will just make sure to continue to document the time that passes so that when he/she tells my to go to time out when they are 3 (Like his/her older sister Lucy does daily) that I can pull this blog up as a bed time story.