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I'm feeling tired tonight. Am I allowed to say that? I'm pregnant, so it's ok. No one's throwing tomatoes at me I hope. I don't want to be a whiner, rather a positive impact person. But after all this transience I think I will be making a huge sign for my eventual house with big letters that says THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME...that is, if I ever get one! And once I get in it I plan to not leave it for a long long time. On the housing theme, looks like we've found a good possibility for renting a home. But not till mid June. It seems like adopting a house via word of mouth will pay off better than trying to get one through traditional means: agents. They all seem to cringe (can you hear a person cringe over the phone?) when they hear five kids and a dog. And they start listing all the things wrong with the house and why we wouldn't want to live there. mmm, hmm! I guess I can understand. Maybe I'd be the same way if I were renting out a house. So meeting the current tenant and having her vouch that we really aren't weirdos and are mostly normal people seemed to do the trick. That and I don't think the house has changed one bit since its building in the early 60's. What do they have to lose? In pregnancy news: I think I've begun to waddle. I love feeling the rolling limbs across my stomach at this stage. An elbow poking out, a knee. Then when the baby arrives you say, "So this was that little elbow. It feels familiar!" I've been having some contractions here as I type...now wouldn't that be something. I really hope I don't go into labor yet. Bringing a baby home to a hotel room would sure make a memorable story in after years. I'm sure I wouldn't be the first. Maybe it was our half a mile walk to the Outback Steakhouse tonight. While we were there we remembered that fireworks go off on Friday nights at 8 on Waikiki, so I hurriedly left the table and took Jamie and Suza and Sophie outside and down a street to see them. We'd been waiting all week to get to see them, but J had to stay in the restaurant so nobody would chase us down thinking we'd walked out without paying. As soon as the fireworks started, Suza (2) began crying. As soon as they ended, she stopped and Jamie started crying with real earnest tears. "What's wrong?" I asked, concerned and also getting slightly vexed with the crying since I'd worked so hard to get them to see the fireworks so they wouldn't be crying! "Daddy missed the fireworks! He wasn't here! Now he's not gonna see 'em!" he wailed. My irritation melted and I almost laughed--it seemed so cute and funny to me. I assured him that Daddy had seen fireworks before but how kind of him to think of others. I just thought how precious it was to be consoling a little dear soul that was heartbroken for his Daddy's loss. I love those kinds of Mommy moments. The kind that infuse our duty with delight. Mama's, keep watching for the tender growth of human hearts in your keep! Affirm it, cultivate it, savor it! Warmly in Christ, Christa |
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