‘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 🙂