Last night my nephew was born, and I spent a majority of my sister’s painful labor in her basement keeping her snoozing dog company. It was a home-birth. It was very cool.
Madison is a very old and very patient dog who normally isn’t allowed on the furniture. But tonight she was livin’ it up on the futon.
As I chomped away at pretzels and watched Mythbusters, waiting for some sign that I was needed upstairs, I had this thought: I am constantly surrounded by children and pets. Profound right? Seriously though, it furthens my conviction that I’m destined to own a farm and adopt lots of kids.
If ‘furthens’ wasn’t a word before, it is now. Also, along this note, my sister made up a word last night while holding the baby just minutes after giving birth, and I summarize:
He’s definately not as heavy as Addy, she was was a chunk-wad.
That’s right, chunkwad. Anyways, back to my conviction being furthened… I’ll just go ahead and say it. I don’t want a white picket fence and a beautiful green lawn and a shiny car. GASP! That’s un-american.
Oh well. I’m an American, and this is my dream.
I want horses and cows and chickens and a lake and lots of screaming kids running around playing some game they’ve made up and a acre or two of vegetable patches and a whole room full of muddy kids’ boots. I also want to employ homeless people. That’s a different story. But first, the story of two weekends ago…
Two weekends ago I went to a prayer gathering in Dallas, TX. I watched 39 women walk up to the Dallas courthouse after braving 250 miles for 21 days. On the steps, sweaty and probably miserable, they wept and prayed. They asked God to do something about abortion. They asked Him to stop legalized murder. For the next 12 hours thousands of women gathered to join them in prayer. This was not a protest against a government, it was a plea before a holy Judge and not those guys in the building. We heard witness after witness testify against Roe V. Wade, the case that made it legal to terminate an unwanted pregnancy. I think the evidence is clear- abortion makes a nation guilty, and it must be stopped. But ending abortion is only half the solution. Who’s gonna take care of all those babies? Think about it, pro-life equals pro-adoption. If no one adopts, everyone will go on aborting, legal or not.
That was a trip to remember. In part because it was a road-trip with 4 of my very favorite people.
There were more than a few times I laughed so hard my face hurt. I mean, real pain-provoking laughter is hard to come by. Like the time we had to frantically search the car for change because of the toll road and all that tumbled out of my wallet was one penny, a guitar pick and my spare car key. Or when we were re-telling the story of the time Caitlin busted her tire at 3 in the morning and called me… wait, this story is funnier in person. Or the time Brianna’s extra-hot latte spilled all over my leg.
Actually, that wasn’t funny but it did invoke pain. Ah yes, road trip with the besties. Those are the bestest.
The following weekend I planted my garden. And my sister’s garden. And thought about how in the world I am going to start a business as this is also a dream of mine.
This weekend I watched my nephew get born.
and THREE weekends ago my roomate and I got puppies.
Rosie and Lulu
They are currently snoring on the couch next to me. Rosie on the right, Lulu on the left. No wait, they just switched sides. Puppies can be very indecisive.
And the weekend before that I don’t remember cause it was so boring.
That’s all. Maybe next weekend I’ll blog about monday through friday.