a time for reconciliation

usually when jesse and i venture out on road trips we end up fighting for a good length of the trip. reason number one for trying to avoid them altogether. sometimes, though, God has His way with us and sends a gust of conversation our direction.

on our trip home from oklahoma yesterday we realized it was time to let go of our bitterness and reconcile relationships with some of the folks we have distanced ourselves from over the last few years. this brings up a lot of hurt. it means forgiving a friend we helped who ended up stealing from us when we had very little. it means forgiving friends who told lies about us to save themselves. it means forgiving family who have abandoned us.

these things seem huge to us. we were wronged. and we've harbored a lot of anger because of the wrongdoings of others. but the time has come for reconciliation. we are loved with the Greatest Love. i think the Lord is giving us a chance to shine bright with the love of Christ by forgiving some of the people who have hurt us the most.

read jesse's blog about this. it might surprise you if you don't know him very well.

two month checkup

our little guy is growing so fast. literally. 

from 8 lbs, 3 oz to 13 lbs, 10 oz in such a short time. he is already sleeping at least six to eight hour stretches at night. he rolls over every once in a while, holds his head up and looks around when he can, tries to stand up when we hold his arms, makes sounds like he is talking, and my favorite part...he SMILES! these adorable, melt-my-heart smiles. there is nothing better than seeing my son smile. 

my first day back to work came this week. my first time to leave beckett for more than a few hours. it was much more bearable than i anticipated, but i can't wait to come home every day and give my little boy his "mommy kisses." 

i obviously had some good influence on beckett during his first two months of life. he is in the 90th percentile for height and weight and 50th percentile for head size (where did i go wrong on that one?). his pediatrician says he is developmentally where a four-month-old should be. *proud mom moment* he's not a newborn anymore. before long he will be sporting a real mustache...not just the faux 'stache i stuck on him for his father's day gift to dad.