Sittin' in the mornin' sun....

It's summer and I want to read Like Water for Chocolate again. It has to be the heat. Summer...a time of rest for some but a time of work for me. It's good work, don't get me wrong. But it's still work. I would be grateful for a little rest. Maybe a day or four spent on the beach, freshly polished toes in the sand and coconut oil slathered on shoulders that cry out for a kiss from the sun. A light shade of brown to replace the darker shade of pale on my legs and just enough sunshine to turn the ends of my hair red. Pandora app tuned to Otis Redding, Cowboy Junkies, Allman Brothers, Mazzy Star and whatever other eclectic mixes I can think up.

My rest will come. But for now I have preparations to make. I have an office to organize. I say I'm going to do this every summer. But the only summer that it truly happened was the one when I was making preparations for Baby Wes' fall arrival.

It's that time again. Surprisingly. As in, not planned. Not planned, but welcome.

Up to this point I have been cautious and wary of sharing this news. I learned the hard way about announcing these things too soon, only to be the one comforting others just as they were trying to comfort me. I said it was fine and I was okay. It wasn't. And I wasn't.

Years have passed and oddly enough, I wouldn't change them. Circumstances make us who we are. And today, I am "mommy" to a wonderful little five year old boy. And last night, his daddy and I had the awesome privilege of watching his face light up as we told him that he is going to be a big brother. He skipped and jumped and shouted through the house. "Yippee!" and "Yeeeeehoooooooo!!" I could never have imagined his exact reaction. But I sat in quiet thankfulness that we have been blessed enough to give him this gift.

Stay tuned. I have a feeling this is going to be one sweet ride.

Little House

Tenth day on the market and tenth showing this morning. There was a flurry of activity over Memorial Day weekend, and we've had one or two showings every day this week, but now I see nothing scheduled and I'm getting nervous.

All of the realtors say the same thing..."Shows beautifully, but...." Not big enough. Client doesn't like the flooring. Needs to be closer to UTSA. (REALLY? It's practically in my backyard.)

I've never sold a house before. It was momentous just to buy one, let alone ever think of passing it on.

She sits there, all pretty in her new coats of paint and freshly planted garden, scrubbed clean and just waiting for someone to ask her to dance.

We just need that one right person to come through. I know what the statistics say about it being harder to sell after the tenth day on the market. But I also know that my God is bigger than statistics. I've been praying that we would get an offer on the house in His perfect timing. And I'm more stubborn than you even know, so I'll just keep believing that no matter what anyone says about the real estate market.

I don't normally bring things here that concern me in the present. It's easier to talk about past trials and experiences waiting with expectation. But to say "This is what I need" or "This is what I worry about right now"....that's another matter. I guess I don't like for anyone to know that I worry or that I have needs and wants. I can have knots in the pit of my stomach, but I'll still smile and tell you everything is fine. I think I'd rather look like an idiot than let anyone see an ounce of disappointment on my face.

This might be my not very sly way of asking that you pray with me. I'm not good at just asking out loud. But will you? Please?