timing

First, I apologize for yet another, boring pictureless post. We cancelled the internet at our condo last week, and have yet to get connected at the house so I haven't been able to upload any new pictures of the house, baby bump, or crib (my personal favorite). All eagerly waiting to be posted. Verizon, Time Warner, or neither, that is the question.

Anyways, I've been doing a lot of thinking about timing today. I'm sitting back at my computer at work with my feet up under my desk. And I was just thinking that despite my resistance to coming back to work, I think maybe I needed to slow down after four straight weeks of pretty hard work on the house. I did my best to rest often, and keep my hubby company from my lounge chair, but there were just always lots of small jobs calling my name, or loads of stuff to be moved and I probably didn't do as well as I should have at saying "it can wait" or "someone else can do it." Because to no one's fault but my own, when I want something done I kind of have this terrible I want it done now attitude, and I'm all out of whack until it gets done (if that makes any sense). While it feels good to have gotten a lot accomplished, I definitely think sitting at a desk with my feet up and taking a 30 minute power nap over my lunch break might be just what I need for the next 5 weeks. In addition, speaking of timing, my month off probably couldn't have actually come at a better time. We closed on the house and my mom was able to come for 10 days to help out. She moved mountains man. The woman knows how to work hard, to say nothing of the fact that she was usually up and at the house around 6 am every morning getting lots of odd jobs done (thank you time change).

Sunday afternoon I sat on the floor in the nursery after I had just finished putting all of the bedding on the crib, and I just wondered at God's perfect timing. For sixteen months we went through a range of emotions looking for a house. Towards the end we had lots of doubts, and even questioned whether or not God was calling us to do something else with our money. Matthew put the crib together Saturday night because he is really such an amazing husband and he knew his wife needed that to happen. It's the first, and still only, item of furniture assembled in our house, but my heart is at peace. Seriously, he could have been doing about 16 other things and he didn't even bat an eye (oh, and I didn't even have to ask!) but he chose to do that for me. It's kind of silly because I know the baby won't even sleep in the crib for at least the first few weeks, but I felt so much more settled when it was done. And I know for this reason and so many more, that God gave is this house at the perfect time in our lives.

Stay tuned for some pictures. Oh, and we're having a baby in 5 weeks! :)