P is for…

‘p’ is for Pepperidge Farm Goldfish Crackers… which basically define ‘snacks’ for me as a child all the way through adulthood.  They are a given on any family road trip, can be found in any family cupboard, and are acceptable at any time of day.

‘p’ is for prayer… which I believe in deeply but am terrible at, discipline-wise.  My brain… there’s something wrong with it, People.  When I close my eyes and try to focus, I can only last for about 10 seconds.  Then it starts to wander… re-creating conversations, making lists, writing stories, dreaming, picking out paint colors, planning dinner.  Truthfully, this is why I started seriously singing.  Singing was a way for me to pray without losing focus.  A way to talk without getting sidetracked.  Pauses are intentional, notes are purposeful, and everything put together tells a story.  I love music.  It’s how I pray. 

‘p’ is for pizza… which I could eat every day of my life and never complain.  Every. Day.

‘p’ is for Pride and Prejudice… a favorite Jane Austin novel.  I love both movieadaptations for completely different reasons.  But I must confess, Matthew Macfadyen’s Darcy makes me weak in the knees.  He’s a genius.

‘p’ is for pregnant… which I am-  7+ weeks.  [pause]  Everyone ok?  Truthfully, I am scared to death but more comfortable every day.  Physically, I feel really good.  I could, however, sleep about 20 hours a day if I didn’t have a 2 year old pestering me all the time to help her grow, eat, and take her to see horses.  We have seen the baby’s heartbeat, which is a comfort.  My first actual appointment is not until the 13th, and I’ll have another ultrasound then to check on things.  My niece is thrilled… she has named it ‘Jesus’ (for a boy, obviously) or ‘Lil’ Sprout’ (for a girl).  I have explained to her that growing a child is hard work… and growing a Messiah even harder.  We are just taking things one day at a time.  Celebrate with us now and, please, pray with all your might… in silence and in song 🙂

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