Saturday, October 25, 2008

So I have news...

I'm Pregnant!

John and I found out we are having a baby a couple weeks ago, but decided to keep things quiet until I went for my first ultrasound. Today I am nine weeks which makes the baby due the end of May.

John and I were very shocked especially since we will be celebrating our first anniversary around the time the baby comes. We definately wanted to wait much longer before trying for a child, and I wasn't even sure I wanted kids through pregnancy...I always wanted to adopt all my children. However, now that the initial shock has worn off, we are truly excited (and nervous) for what God has in store for our little one.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Good thing I have "The Office"


So my life is officially crazy. I am in school full time, working full time, trying to keep my house clean, working with the senior high at church doing a small group, yet trying to spend time with my patient and loving husband every chance I get. Also, I began working out about a month ago at Snap Fitness with my friend Cheryl who works at the salon next door to my office. She is a great motivation and we meet five times a week. I love having a work out buddy because I cannot back out when I commit to going. So that's my life in a nutshell the past month. Crazy, but I am loving it. Luckily, to keep me sane John and I have been rewatching Seasons 3 and 4 of The Office every chance we get a secod together. I personally believe watching the Office can bring us closer together as a couple. We laugh at Dwight, we cry with Jim and Pam. And when I want to cry while trying to to write my paper comparing and contrasting the US Constitution and the Iroquios Confederation, I just take a break, and watch Pam convince Dwight he is part of the CIA. It solves everything ;)

Friday, June 27, 2008

Home


Royal Servants
Peanut butter and honey sandwiches for breakfast.
Waking up at 5:00am.
Heartfelt teaching and worship.
Students connecting with God.
Dairy Queen and (even better) Dairy Dream.
Rows and rows of tents.
It felt as though I had never left. Twenty four hours felt like a week. I had the time of my life...and I did not want to leave.



Friday, June 20, 2008

It's the middle of the night and I woke up with a strong feeling that something is wrong. I had just fallen asleep and I sat up unnerved. I tried to wake up John, but that is almost impossible since he sleeps like a rock and it takes literally minutes mixed with loud noises to even begin to wake him. Instead I began to pray for different people close to me. My mind started to wander to Jeremy and that's when the feeling got even stronger. I suddenly had this flashback of when I read this book in high school, Fresh Wind Fresh Fire, written by Jim Cymbala. In the book he talks about his rebellious daughter and how he woke in the middle of the night to pray for her the exact minute she was hitting rock bottom and chose to give her life to Jesus. I decided to pray for Jeremy even though I had no idea where he could be or what he could be doing.

As my thoughts wandered to more things, I began to calm down, all the while thinking about my baby brother Jeremy. Growing up, he loved our kitten Socks so much! I remember the way he showed his love for that cat by swinging her in circles by her tail, and throwing things at her =) I remember not even three or four years ago I was taking him to get icecream and a SUV swerved right into out lane and almost caused a bad accident. I screamed "Shit" very loudly. I then had to listen to my ten or eleven year old brother give me a lecture on how swearing was not healthy and I should learn to control my tongue. I also remember Jeremy telling me that lots of his middle school friends smoked but he was never going to because he wanted his lungs to stay pink. I thought back to the two weeks he spent visiting my in California at my apartment. We literally spent the entire time, watching 24 DVD's, playing tennis and swimming. We had long talks about his "stint" with marijuana, and I tried to talk in into being excited about leaving Cali to go on his first trip with Royal Servants to China. Jeremy was just starting to experiment with rebellion and was not excited about spending the summer with a bunch of "good kids."

Although I think he secretly had an amazing time i nChina, he came home even worse...and it has been downhill from there. Since that summer two years ago Jer has dropped out of high school, gotten into trouble for stealing, taken many drugs, recieved an MIP, moved out of my parents house, seriously almost had to sleep on the street on different occasions, and I'm sure many more things I can't even imagine.

He calls John and I on occasion, usually to ask if there is any chance of us buying him and his friends alcohol. We did pick him up a few months ago and took him to dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings. It was a very awkward time. We weren't sure to to act. Should we pretend we had no idea how he was living his life? Try to talk some sense into him? Preach at him? Sympathize with him, and saying how we know what he is going through? We ended up mostly making small talk, and ended with night with John asking him if he thought about the consequenses of his actions that would later take a toll on him. He didn't seem to care. He did send me a message on Facebook telling me he has to pay his MIP fine and subtly hinting he needed money.

My sixteen year old brother is on the fast track to severe consequences for his actions. I am not judging, mind you. I am aware I was probably just as destructive, only I chose a different path of rebellion. I had (and probably still do to a degree) a lot of baggage to work through. I do not wish that upon anyone, especially Jer.

I miss my brother. I wish he would come to his senses. I pray daily that he will realize his need to Jesus. I long for him to have his innocence back.

Alright, maybe I'll be able to go back to sleep now...

Monday, June 16, 2008

Finally...




My house is almost done. Although we are only renting and do not own this house, I am proud of all the painting and decorating John and I have done to make it "ours". These are just pictures of the living room, and they don't do it justice, but we are quite proud of how well everything came together. By the way, make sure to take notice of the hole in the door in the left corner of that last picture. Apparently the previous tenants thought it was useful for something! We use it for Fiona's kitty door =)

Monday, June 9, 2008

Lucky Dog

Twelve years ago this October, my dad went to the Humane Society and walked dog after dog trying to find just the right one for our family. After much consideration he decided on a one year old mutt who my dad was attracted to because she was friendly and entergetic, yet very well behaved. My dad walked to the front desk of the humane society five minutes before the closing time to tell them he wanted to adopt her. As my dad adopted her that night, the receptionist explained that the particular dog he had chosen was supposed to put to sleep that very night once they closed. When she was brought home for my brother Aaron's tenth birthday and my dad told us the story of her, we decided to name her Lucky.

For the last twelve years Lucky has been a constant in our lives. No matter where we moved, what we did, Lucky would always be at home waiting there to greet us. She loved running away to the beach and bringing us home a fish, long walks, and most of all human fo0d. On Sundays my mom would always cook a grand meal and when dinner was on the table and we would bow our heads to pray for the meal, Lucky would "join in" by whining...that's how much she loved human food. After the meal, my dad would gather all our leftovers and put it in her dish. She loved Sundays. We learned very quickly that we could no longer say we were going to take Lucky for a walk, instead we would have to spell it out saying "I'm going to take Lucky for a W-A-L-K"...becasue when she heard that word she would get so excited, almost hysterical. Even though Lucky was technically Aaron's dog we all loved her very much. My dad especially has a special place in his heart just for her. When he would go away on trips he would say to me "I really miss my daughter." I would say "Awww...thanks Dad." He would laugh and respond "Oh, I do miss you Danielle...but I was talking about Lucky."

Slowly, over the last year or so Lucky hasn't been as excited about walks. Her joints began to hurt and she didn't move around quite as much. In the last week or so she didn't move much at all, and quit eating. We made the decision as a family...Aaron took her to the vet and put her down today.

I called my dad (who is in at training camp six hours away) to tell him what time Aaron was taking her to the vet. Our call was lost and he texted me and said "I can't talk on the phone right now...my heart is breaking."

For me, it isn't even the fact that Lucky isn't alive anymore, but more that another chapter has ended. The final part of my childhood is over.

We are going to miss that girl.

Saturday, June 7, 2008

May was an amazing month...











John and I were married on May 2nd. It was a beautiful, intimate day filled with friends, family, dancing, and so much more. My dad performed the ceremony, Shaundra Bloomberg sang, and I was surrounded by seven of my best girls all day.
For a honeymoon, John and I stayed at my Uncle's cottage on Clear Lake for two days before departing for Cancun. The cottage was a cozy, meaningful place to stay. My dad grew up there, it was where my parents and I lived for the first few months of my life, and we have spend many, many family vacations there. I woke up early one morning and sat out on the dock surrounded my nothing but peace. I sat there stunned at how beautiful and blessed my life is.

Then in was off to Cancun for five days of relaxation and great times. I figured since the wedding and reception went so well there was going to be a problem in Cancun or something. Yet there was nothing...our balcony hotel view was amazing, the timeshares we took shuttles to everyday were each so much fun...I could go on and on. Needless to say we were so excited to be there and thankful for my mother-in-law's gift of the honeymoon to us.






Thursday, February 7, 2008

Living Simply

It's official. John and I are renting a little two bedroom house in Fruitport. We have it now, and John will probably move in come March. I will of course move in after we get married (which is in 85 days by the way). It is a little rundown, and there is no garage, no dishwasher, no hallway...everything is off the living room. However, it will be super cute when we are done with it! We started painting today, and it has been so much fun for us so far!!

Pictures to come...

Tomorrow I am meeting my sister-in-law's mom to work on our wedding invitations, then John and I are babysitting Ryan and Noah for the night. I am beyond excited. I miss spending time with my little "nephews." I don't see them nearly as much as I would like lately. Maybe John and I will just rent out Kim and Rob's basement instead ;)

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Gotta Love the Beach Boys

Wouldnt it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldnt have to wait so long
And wouldnt it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong

You know its gonna make it that much better
When we can say goodnight and stay together

Wouldnt it be nice if we could wake up
In the morning when the day is new
And after having spent the day together
Hold each other close the whole night through

Happy times together weve been spending
I wish that every kiss was neverending
Wouldnt it be nice

Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true
Baby then there wouldnt be a single thing we couldnt do
We could be married
And then wed be happy

Wouldnt it be nice

You know it seems the more we talk about it
It only makes it worse to live without it
But lets talk about it
Wouldnt it be nice

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

So I'm pretty lame...

John gave me a sewing machine for Christmas because I have been wanting one for almost two years and haven't been able to afford one. Although I don't know how to sew all that well, I am going to learn!

In all honestly, nothing gets me more excited than thinking about making a quilt, or scrapbooking, or knitting. Something about creating something out of scratch really gets me excited. The saddest part of all is I have this strong desire and really great ideas for so many things, but in truth I am not creative at all.

Why God would wire me with a creative mind, yet not able to actually put that creativity into motion is beyond me. I am determined, however, that I am going to keep trying, over and over, if that is what it takes to master the art of sewing...just call me Suzie Homemaker =)