Not too bloggy...

Well, I wish that something funny happened to me since I last blogged that stands out in my mind, particularly regarding Wiley...Maybe I will think of something as I type...

Anyway, Wiley is turning 2 on Thursday and I can't believe it! Cliche, yes, I know. But indulge me. It seems like not so long ago that we were only 2 or 3 days away from flying home to Bham only to have Wiley a day or two later. (Can you tell I can't remember what day we flew home?) I feel like we have all come so far, and I just can't wait to see how we will continue to change and grow together.

Sweet Wiley who, 2 years ago, looked so pale (you think I'm exaggerating, but just wait till Thursday when I post pictures) and smooshy (yes, smooshy) in all his newborn pictures is now a not-quite-as-pale and not smooshey at all BOY! He's a real boy! (Pinocchio, reference, I think). But really, he is. And I have discovered that if you brush his hair in a side part to the left, he looks just like his daddy's toddler pictures.

The other day the almost-two-year-old was getting his diaper changed at the Teasleys...I was talking to him, telling him to stand up, when he got the most tender look in his eyes and he took his hands and touched/stroked my face saying "Sweet Mommy" and then he leaned down and gave me a hug. It was so wonderful, and I think what made it the best ever was that he just randomly did it. I didn't have to say "Give Mommy a Hug"--He just decided to love on his mama. But don't we all just love these random acts of kindness or love? Who doesn't love a surprise show of affection?

The other night Wil made me a special dinner that he cooked all by himself--I had delicious salmon and he had tuna. As we were eating and talking about the day, he just out of the blue said, "I can't see my life any other way. I can't imagine what it would be like to not have Wiley." And this is so true. I think two years ago we were in panic mode whether we acknowledged it or not. Two 19 year olds bringing a child into the world...good gracious! Children are much more resilient than people think. But two years later and we are in my-life-did-not-begin-until-this-child-was-born mode--thankful mode.

And as for me, for this place in life I am in right now, with a wonderful husband and an amazing son--there is no place I would rather be. I want to rest in it and enjoy each and every moment.

I am the wretch the song refers to.

So, I have this t-shirt and it says "I am the wretch the song refers to" across the top in kind smallish type and that is it. I received it from my Bible Study leader in high school for graduation. When I got it, she thought it was THE funniest gift/t-shirt ever. I remember just being like, "oh, that's funny...weird...hmmm...probably won't ever wear this." I just don't think I got it at all.

Fast forward three years, and I LOVE THIS T-SHIRT! I get it. And because I get it, I too think it is funny, but SO true and powerful.

So what happened in those three years that changed my attitude toward the shirt and consequentially towards Christ? A lot. My (Our) life was turned upside down and suddenly I was looking face to face with my sin. I think that through that experience as well as through the ministry of RUF, Wil and I both became more aware of our sin--its depth, its permanence in our lives, and thus our incredible need for Jesus. Not that we didn't think we needed Jesus before, but I think it was a more shallow relationship, not one where we completely understood the significance and depth of the relationship.

I know that this is elementary probably, and quite obvious, but how in the world was I able to appreciate Christ's love for me and his sacrifice for me without having a deep understanding of my sin? Grace doesn't make sense without knowing that I am in need of it so badly--yet don't deserve it in the least bit.

I'm not sure how I got through 18 years without really being able to "get" my t-shirt. I am ashamed that I didn't get it. I think that I am going to hold onto this one for awhile in hopes that perhaps the summer after Wiley graduates from high school, he, too, will get it.

"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.

T'was Grace that taught...
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear...
the hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares...
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...
and Grace will lead us home.

The Lord has promised good to me...
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be...
as long as life endures.

When we've been here ten thousand years...
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise...
then when we've first begun.

"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.

It's only TUESDAY?!

What a week!
I mean...what a couple of days! It certainly feels like it is should at least be Thursday! But although it has been crazy and awful at times, it has also been great!
Happily, Wil was able to go to the NCAA Basketball Championship with Gregory--so exciting. Unfortunately, his car died on me yesterday afternoon. As in, car won't crank a couple times, then decides it will turn off at a stoplight in a not-so-great part of town, then it just won't start at all that afternoon. It was towed to the dealership place here that afternoon.

However, the great parts of this are that I have the MOST WONDERFUL friends here. I know that I tend to go back to this topic but I mean really...Duncan offers to pick up a couple things at the grocery store for me that I needed, Brad saves me from sketchy tow-truck man, Paige loans me her car for the day so I can get to my appointments that can't be missed, then Maddie is able to do Bible Study on her own, and then I got to have a super dinner with Allison---and the day isn't over yet--
So many fun people came over to watch the basketball game and that was just so great to be with these wonderful friends!

Then--while today was hectic and early starting after a really late night...it is RUF night and American Idol night. And I have the best education group ever. And Carrie agreed to drive Wiley and I out to the dealership to pick up the sweet loaner/courtesy car we are using while Wil's is in the shop. [Where this guy who works there and pulled the car around goes, as I'm trying to wrestle Wiley's carseat into the "Beamer", goes "Is that your child?...Really??"--ah, it never gets old. Will someone think of something witty for me to respond to comments like this with that come from strangers?]

Oh, did I mention that Wiley is climbing out of his crib now? He just popped over the rail apparently last night while Allison and I were just chattin it up. We hear this thump and ran in and there he was standing up. As Millie says, "He is a boy now." "He love to climb." Oh and Millie--soo flexible yesterday when I needed her to stay later. We are certainly lucky to have her!

Oh, and Wil comes home tonight! That is definitely a happy!