For My Husband

On this day, 6 years ago, we became husband and wife.
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We dated 6 years before saying ‘i do’. We fought for our long distance relationship, and won. You survived law school. I survived my grad program. We survived the longest engagement ever known to man.  We battled horrible rains and flooding and the grief of losing my Nana in the days leading up to our big day. I wore my rain boots. I did my own hair {I’m cheap}. I did my own flowers {I’m cheap}.  I threw out the last half of my wedding ‘to do’ list and deemed things “Good Enough”. We were gifted a gorgeously sunny day. Our family and friends surrounded us with so much love. It was absolutely perfect.
Except…..
My vows to you were HORRENDOUS.
We opted to write our own vows. Which is an idea that I actually still support, even though mine were less than stellar. And you totally ‘wowed’ me by singing your vows to me. {swoon}
But mine were {pardon my harsh language} total crap.
I worked on them and revised and revisited them often, throwing out so many drafts, but when it came time to read them I remember looking at the paper and the words I’d written in love and absolutely hating them. If you asked me now what I had written on the paper I couldn’t tell you. I’m sure they were nice words, but I just couldn’t make myself say them. I suddenly didn’t like a single bit of them. So I went rogue.  I just said words as they came to my mind {super classy, as always} and we all know I don’t do well with ‘off the cuff’ stuff. I think I may have included an “I love you” and a {cringe} “you always make me laugh” {what is this? an end of the year yearbook signing?}. That actually may have been it. No promises to honor and obey and be a good Jesus loving wife. I think I even ended it with “Ok, I’m done”. {face, meet palm}. I bet I threw our pastor for a loop.
I basically made ZERO promises to you. But you know what? If I could rewind time and do it all over again I don’t think I would go crazy with the promises. I think, for newlyweds, the best you can do is be honest and keep it simple:

I promise to love you and love Jesus

and fight for our marriage no matter what we face.

The end.

Now, after 6 years, I have a little better idea of the vows I want to make to you. I almost wish we’d given new vows to each other on our anniversary each year. Maybe we can start that tradition from now on? It will force us to reflect on our marriage, to pick it apart a bit and look at what’s good as well as what needs some more work. We are always changing and always growing, so as a byproduct, our marriage is changing and growing as well. Our old vows just don’t fit anymore. We’ve outgrown them.
Here are my new vows to you:

Chris, I promise to love you and keep working towards loving you.
I promise to love Jesus and keep working towards loving Jesus.
I promise to be honest with you…  in all areas of our life. No hiding things, no secrets, no lies.
I promise to make ‘you before me’ my anthem { out of obedience to God, and also because I know you’re doing the same for me}.
I promise to focus on your good, because you are good, and dwelling on the not-so-good parts of either of us is inviting discontent to come between us.  Discontentment is not invited.
I promise to assume the best. Like you told me early on in our marriage “If there are 2 ways to take a comment/action, assume the better meaning/better reason/better motivation behind it, rather than assuming the worst/the negative/the purposefully hurtful”.
I promise to not bristle when you use the words ‘overly sensitive’. I promise to take an introspective look to discover if I may, in fact, be responding in a sensitive way.  I will discover that I am, in fact, overly sensitive. You will be ok with me being sensitive. You will give me a hug and kind words.
I promise to run to you and not away from you when I am upset with you. I will let you get in my space with a bear hug to diffuse my temper, because we know that time and space when I’m angry or upset actually makes things worse. ‘Hug it out’ has legit healing powers.
I promise to make decisions with you. Big decisions, little decisions. We are #TeamBaker and we will tackle things together.
I promise to obey. That word doesn’t scare me. I am so comforted by the leader God has gifted me with, one who seeks God’s best for us. Lead on; I will trust and follow.
The end.

Thank you for loving me and for putting work into our marriage.
I feel honored and cherished and loved by you and I will work to make sure those feelings are gifted back to you times ten.
Happy six years to us.
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Caption for the photo above: Me, trying to think of words. Mitch, our pastor, wondering what happened to my brain.

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Side note: Kazoos at a wedding are SO fun. You can’t not smile when kazoo-ing. I still get the giggles when I think about this moment!

There is no 'winning'.

I’ve been struggling with something over the past month and I’m a bit nervous to share my feelings, but I read something this morning that put words to my exact feelings. So here it goes.
Last month, Peep’s parents signed an entrustment; basically signing over their rights to him. It was honestly the most brave, selfless act. That day, and recently when it was approved in court, we got so many congratulations. They ran the gamut from “He is so lucky to have you” to “Thank God he gets to stay with you”. And all of those are true, I think. We are able to provide a safer environment for him and God has provided us with more resources for helping him battle his developmental delays. And I was incredibly happy to be one step closer to having Peep be a permanent part of our family, because we love him dearly and no matter what I will always be his mama. But I could not enjoy the happy congratulatory phrases. I had such conflicting feelings battling inside. Outwardly, I was happy and celebrating in the fact that Peep was moving towards permanency with our family. Inwardly, I was mourning. For his parents. When you aren’t an active part of this process, it is easy to view the the situation in terms of “us” (the foster parents) and “them” (the birth parents). But I can’t. And we shouldn’t.  We did not win that day.

“Terminating parental rights is a very serious thing, and even when it is best interest of the child, or requested by the child, it doesn’t make it any easier.
NO ONE WON TODAY. There were NO “winners” in that courtroom today. No one cheered at the outcome. No one was excited. There was no joy. It was a somber day for all involved. Everyone knew what today meant and it weighed heavy on all of us in the room.
Parents walked out without a child.
A child, no matter the age, walked out without a parent.
There were no winners today.
Today was tragic. Today was hard. I am sad in my heart tonight for all parties because I am human.”
– from Humans Of Foster Care facebook page

There is joy in this process. There is happiness and relief and hope for Peep’s future. But God calls us to also share in the sorrowful burden his birth parents are carrying, and only God can provide true healing and peace for all parties. I hope you’ll take a minute to pray for that for Peep’s birth parents; and then take it a step further and include all parents, kids, social workers, attorney’s, and judges involved in these types of situations.

God will heal and mend. It is who He is and what He does.
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Home Team

I’ve had a ‘good cry’ coming on for a few weeks now. Ever since I heard one of my closest friends is moving away in a few weeks. Today I just couldn’t hold those wet, soggy sniffles back anymore. Maybe it was the lack of sleep from snuggling a sick Peep all night, or I could possibly blame the tears on raging hormones {that’s pretty much always a given}…. but for sure it was today’s blatant reminder of what I am about to lose when she moves away. This morning she came over, dropped an iced coffee into my hand, snagged my almost 4 year old and dragged her along on their errands for the entire day so I could focus on snuggling my sick Peep, catch up on laundry, and maybe wash some dishes in peace.
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She did this for me when she’s preparing to MOVE in 3 weeks.
Y’all, that is a GOOD friend.
Not just a friend, but a member of my home team. my tribe. she is one of my people.
Home team

(from Bittersweet by Shauna Niequist)

 
Change is hard for me…. like most humans, I’m certain. I know she and I will stay friends, but our friendship has no choice but to change, with 400 miles coming between us and our “let’s get the kids together so we can drink coffee and craft” days. We are the queens of mommy play-dates.
I’m contemplating laying in front of their moving truck when the day comes. Or at least slashing the tires to delay them a bit. Too much?
I’m feeling rather selfish and sad for myself because I’m losing someone I rely on regularly to just be there and somehow always be a step ahead of me in planning… anything {I seem to attract friends who literally GET ME THROUGH LIFE… or maybe I actually stalk them and just don’t give them a choice to leave me}. It’s hard to have a level 10 friend move away. They are difficult to replace. Not just anyone can step into that role. They are the ones that can invite themselves into your fridge and you don’t have to cringe at the thought of them finding something that isn’t food anymore. They are the ones that are paying attention to your kids at the park even when you aren’t. They are the ones that tell you straight up you need to tend to your unibrow. Though I’m sad, I’m also super happy for her and her awesome family and what’s ahead for them. New state. New home. New {chokes on sob} mommy play-date friends.
I know she’ll always be a part of my home team since, like she puts it, “it’s only a 6 hour drive”. And I’m sure she’ll still tell me straight up to get my brows cleaned up, regardless of the distance.  I’m thankful not just for her but for all the other members of my tribe too. Our home team is so essential to our family. We just can’t survive without you guys, even those that help in the most small ways. Those small acts {like bringing a coffee, or washing a dish, even distracting a child so some other task can be completed} add up to great love for our family. You keep our marriage strong. You help us keep our home open to the foster care needs in this area. You help us become better parents.  God has provided us with awesome people and it’s so important to our family to pursue being a home team for others. People need people. I hope you have people; but if you don’t, the first step is to strive to become the home team for others. You bring the coffee. You wash the dish.  You change the diaper. You send the text to check up on someone to make sure they’re surviving. You ask “how can I help?”. Before you know it, you’ve got a stellar home team to call on when you need them.

#PresentationRegrets

I’m a fast talker. I didn’t realize this until my husband took a video of one of our conversations. I can honestly say that even I had a hard time understanding what I was saying when he played it back for me to see. Why has nobody told me?! To be fair, the video was taken after I finished a really fun exercise class at the YMCA (#groupfight) and I was super pumped with endorphins and ready to kick some imaginary thug’s arse.
I digress. This revelation got me thinking about the times that I’ve spoken in front of a group and I’m really panicking now. Have I been speaking like an auctioneer all this time? Last week I had the opportunity to speak in front of about 80 students (AND some of my former professors and now colleagues…. ACK!) at the ODU chapter of the national student association for my profession (NSSLHA).
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I was invited to speak on the topic of beginning my own private practice (which I know barely anything about) as well as therapy for children with Autism (which I know a little bit about). I was STOKED! I could speak for days and days to anyone who will listen (and I often do, whether they ask me to or not) on therapy for children with Autism. However, I’m fairly certain my lecture was the least interesting thing those students heard all day and was fed to them at a breakneck, rapid-fire rate. I’m so passionate about the topic and discussing new research in the field makes my heart pitter-patter with excitement, but I forgot that not everyone feels that way and I SO wish I could go back and tone things down a bit. You guys over at ODU, don’t hate me! I swear there are better parts of being a speech therapist than what I showed you and I so wish I’d shown you more useful therapy tips! I was stressed and my mind imploded when trying to create those slides and you’ll just have to forgive me for whatever word-vomit you endured that day.
I kid you not, I have given that presentation over and over in my dreams every night since….. it’s now perfect and so full of completely relatable points and truly useful information. I wish you were there to see it. I speak slowly. I don’t go off on tangents with useless information. And I don’t say ‘like, like, like’.
I was gifted with a mug after speaking, so that’s something.   #likeaboss