Living

This is Brandon.

Lesley Ann and I watched Grey's Anatomy tonight. I think we still watch it just because we have up to this point. We are invested in the story. And it is getting pretty good again. However, tonight was tough to watch. I would not have cried like that before Howell.

So we are going to try to be consistent with posts to this blog. It really could be a cool thing for Howell to read and maybe even continue when he is old enough.

We are still waiting on the little guy to get a tooth or crawl. Not sure which will happen first, but each is eminent. While on his belly, he can only turn himself in a circle. He has yet to figure out how to push himself up or scoot. So he tries for a moment, realizes his efforts are in vain and begins to cry. What does it say about us that we can't help but laugh when he does this. We do feel bad for him, but it is just so darn funny. I hope he will forgive us for that someday.

We are in our sixth month after moving into our renovated house. We are very blessed to have a house that we love. It was already home before construction, but now it is home to us three. Much like the rock that Jacob slept upon and then used to declare that place holy, our home is holy. It is where we first meet God each and every day. It is where we pray, where we eat, where we make small talk as well as tell stories, where we cry, where we laugh and where we rest. Our home is where we have learned so much about each other and will continue to; it is where we live. And I sure hope we are really living. For God has chosen to place our son here with us. A loan entrusted to us for not only safe keeping, but for instruction as to how he should live. All the things that we do at home, Howell will soon do them as well (he already has mastered the laughing and crying!). I guess we will get a pretty good look into who we are as we watch who he becomes.

Oh Lord, please be revealed through us. Those beautiful eyes (when awake) seem to always be upon us.