Contentment

Hi!

Gosh- I can't believe it's after 6 already!  This day has flown by.  We are officially renters of our apartment.  Signed about a billion papers first thing this morning.  Then- there's nothing that can make you feel worse about your workout accomplishments than working out with a Flinkman boy.  Jered went jogging with me today.  Booo.  "I'm so out of shape," he says and then runs way faster than me and just goes on forever without stopping.

So how am I spending my afternoon without him?  Well, first I danced and sang unashamedly in my closet while I picked out my clothes for the weekend.  I had to put Blurred Lines on repeat a couple times.  (I also have to mention that I liked it waaay before it got so popular.)

I just came across this beauty too.  Obviously, I had to share it.  Please enjoy how adorable my husband was.  I don't get these car serenades as often now.  He's a serious grown up these days.  Well, I guess I get harmonica songs now...  Anyway, enjoy!

Ok, as warned about, here are more pictures.  Everything's coming along slowly, but surely.  Moving around alot trying to find the best set ups.

 

Those were my projects last night.  Looking forward to putting a futon in the spare room and dressing up everything a little after deciding on colors and what we want in each room...

You know, the message on Sunday was all about being content with what God has given you at this very moment.  It really is unbelievable- the speed at which we go from being thrilled, to "how can we improve this?"  

I'm a little bit stuck in the middle, I think.  I am still completely thrilled with what we have right now, but at the same time, I am constantly planning what we should put on our "save up for" list, what we need to do to make it look better in here, and what things we need to get.  That thought process can be enervating. 

The silly thing is that my favorite moments since we've been here so far, have been the moments when we're getting ready to go to bed and have stayed up later than normal just talking.  In the dark.  In those moments, it's just the two of us.  We can't see any of our belongings.  We can't see the bare walls, or the hand-me-down pieces we have.  

It's just the relationship God's cultivated in us.  In those moments, when I'm talking with my husband, just enjoying his thoughts, my vitality is restored.  My love for him grows stronger, and I find more peace with what we have.  (Not that I'm not more than happy with what we have right now- I am so in love with our place.  I just know that we both have that tendency to dream about what comes next.)

And all of that is not to say that I won't continue to pester you with apartment updates.  Sorry- you're not getting out of it that easily!

Well, I should get packing...  Jered and I are pulling a late night drive tonight!  Here's hoping we have a little less exciting adventure than last Saturday!

Bye!

Aim