Three weeks from today....3.....weeks.

Oh just riding my horsey in my Winnie the Pooh (short) dress...not a care in the world.
Makes me wonder what kind of kid I was...I know where this pic was taken...in our dining room at 241 N. Anderson, Lake Orion, MI....to be a kid again...(this has nothing to do with this post, I just thought it was hilarious!)

Good rainy Saturday morning....

How are you?

doing well, I pray....

The rain is honestly so nice today. Especially because we actually might be able to chill out a bit today...not much, but some....I'll take it.

Somehow, over the course of yesterday, I managed to hurt my back. I do not know how but it's smack dab in the middle, radiating from my spine out, up by my ribs/lungs and it hurts to breathe. It should never hurt to breathe so I may die today, k?

Three weeks from today, Will and Joy will be married. We are all so excited!

It'd be fun to dissect how each member of this immediate group is handling this whole, new experience. Take the MOG (mother of the groom) for example...

She's been praying for this girl since the Groom was born. Maybe even before. (insert "Somewhere in the World" by Wayne Watson) That's a long time. The MOG is no spring chicken. So the adorable Bride comes along, sweeps us all off of our feet and we love her like our own (maybe a bit more, dunno ;) ) and they get engaged...how exciting.

The reality of it all begins to sink in...how 
beautiful it is and how exciting it is to imagine curly headed dark eyed 

grand-babes, and watching your kids experience the joy and travails that marriage brings.

But what it really means is that my first born son is ......

leaving our house, our home. Yeah, they'll be back for slumber parties and what not...but a new branch on our tree is springing forth....and Will will not be here all the time. :'( :'(

Such bittersweet moments for this MOG. I don't mean to make it about me either but since this is my blog and I can cry, rejoice, vent and what not here, I'm gonna do it. 

I am struggling with the aspect of Will not being here anymore. I'll get my living room back upstairs and I won't have to do his laundry anymore and make him coffee and and (insert "Watercolor Ponies" also by Wayne Watson. Songs I listened to when I met David and after...thinking of my future kids and such)

...We are passing the buck...why does it make me cry so? Isn't this what we raise them for? Yep...but it's still....hard. beautiful hard. I just needed to get these thoughts outta my fool head...Let it be known that David and I both are so excited for this transition coming to our family...we love Joy so much and all that good stuff...I just want the leaving part to be over cuz I know I'll be ok eventually...it's just challenging.

Here's to you, my firstborn boy, the boy who made me a momma, the boy who was an only child for 16 months, the boy who has unfailingly held me accountable, showed me the strength of Christ, and hugged me when I was unhuggable, unloveable....I love you so much. I am honored to be your mom. Can't wait to see the adventure that the Lord takes you and Joy on...maybe let me come be a VIP, side stage at one of your shows, huh?

I dig you. You are a gift. 

So, there ya have it...my blog may just become my best friend again here in the coming days...I feel that I can say more on here than on FB or Instagram. 

In other news, thanking the Lord for the opportunity to watch Him at work in each member of my family. From David all the way down to the smallest gal. We are such an unconventional family, it makes me giggle. Thankful for our fearless leader, who's only fearless because of the time spent in prayer, in God's Word and singing praise every chance he gets. To know David is to love him. He can come across aloof, intense, and occasionally clueless. but oh, the opposite is true. Please join me in praying for this guy...he faces challenges that normal people would run from. I thank my God for putting David into my life when He did...I always say that the Lord was taking such good care of me in August of 1992. That is the first time I can say I knew God was for me, not against me....(long story for another day, or not)....just want to put it out there, that I'm so glad I get to be that crazy man's wife.

Little blasts from the past...how cool that I got to experience birthing my baby boy, on my bedroom floor, with that bearded wonder, David Young?? And then that baby? what an amazing baby to make me a momma. God's loving hands of mercy and comfort. Man alive....

Otherwise, all else is magnificent! I'll be back, promise!

Note: These pics are not in order or placed in this post for any other reason than, well, some of them have Will in them and I know my blog readers like picture books. Trying to keep the interest. Maybe, just maybe, someday, the pics will make sense again.
Thanks for letting me rattle on and weep and moan and stuff.