Nutshells

Hi reader...

It's been a while, huh?

My brain has been all over lately.  Wedding. Work. Jogging. Weather. Registry. Summer. Babies. Death. God. Food. Prayer. Health. Growth. Apartment. Books.

I'm not enjoying this new, normal, cooler weather.  That warm weather we had for the last few weeks, spoiled me rotten.  It was perfect for jogging.  I'd gotten into a perfect routine.  But cooler weather, and a visit from Jered, have thrown me off a couple days. Time to jump back on it though.  The only draw back to jogging in the warmer weather: clouds of gnats. 

Along with my jogging, I'm attempting to eat a little better.  And while I refuse to be a health fanatic, like my enthusiastic betrothed, I have cut out a significant amount of pop and nearly all fast food.  I'm feeling so good, in fact, that I treated myself to some new tops for jogging.

Jered and I had our first pre-marital counseling session.  I think it went well. I just ordered our books online.  I've also started a book in my small group about learning to be a praying wife.  Some of my favorite stand-out parts, thus far, were when the author reminded me that we have been given authority over the power of the enemy, and that in her marriage, prayer built something good every day.

This weekend we also started registering online.  I thought it would be fun. I was wrong.  It took ridiculously long to choose a comforter.  Even though we're only deciding on things that will fill an itsy-bitsy, teeney-weenie, studio apartment, and will have to get a lot more once we move out of that apartment, I felt like each choice was a life or death decision.

And of course there's the other stuff.  The serious stuff.  I always wondered how I would react to death.  What my grieving process would look like. Now I've had to see it.  And I don't really know what to think about it.  I don't know how I'm handling anything.  I think, maybe, that my style is not to think about it.  Distractions.  They work.

When I said I was thinking about babies- don't freak out- they aren't for me.  Not even close.  I've just been babysitting every week.  And today, I wondered about those babies' futures.  What will they do? 

What kind of girl will Josie grow up to be? 

What will Elle do when she grows up?      


 Will Johanna always be so ornery?


Will Michael be a pastor someday?

Will Lily always be so pleasant?

Will Claire be a ballerina?

Life is a strange thing.  It's strange to think that the elderly patients I see every day were once babies being watched in the nursery.  It's bizarre to see someone whose birth I remember, getting married this summer.  It's weird to see someone weekly, and then just have them be gone one day.  Not to be heard from or seen in person again. 

And so, I can plan to not think about that stuff, other than a post here, and maybe there... but then, who am I kidding?  Whether I try to or not, I can't always be distracted, and I tend to be a thinker.

Well reader, until next time I decide to think somewhat deeply, farewell.

Aim