one happy day

Today, nine years ago, at 2:00 pm in the afternoon, I became the happiest man in history.

Jennifer Robyn Moore became Jennifer Robyn Scott by becoming my wife. She was resplendent in her beauty. I could hardly keep from bolting up the aisle to meet her when the doors opened into the sanctuary. I was, and remain, engulfed by her her beauty. She is my best friend, the person with whom I want to spend every moment, share every secret, live every breath.

I love you, my angel. I love you, Jenny. Solomon said it way better than I can:

"All beautiful you are, my darling;
there is no flaw in you.

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
come with me from Lebanon.
Descend from the crest of Amana,
from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon,
from the lions' dens
and the mountain haunts of the leopards.

9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;
you have stolen my heart
with one glance of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.

10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much more pleasing is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice!

11 Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
milk and honey are under your tongue.
The fragrance of your garments is like that of Lebanon."

W O W.

Thank you, Lord. THANK YOU LORD!

And thank you, Jenny. I love you.


upside down

Yesterday we went to see Jenny's OB. Things seem to be fine but the Dr. wanted us to go in for a sonogram just to check things out, given that she hadn't seen Jenny since July. All Keegan's parts seem to be working just fine. We saw his sweet, mushed little face. He just happens to be in the wrong position.

At this point he ought to he head down, ready to meet us. Instead he is folded with his feet in front of his face and his tush headed down. He's breech. Given that Jenny has birthed our first two naturally and without complication we were assuming the same with Keegan. Ah, assumptions. So now we are praying that the Lord will turn that little fella around so Jenny can give birth as she was designed. Would you join us in asking the Lord to help us? There are apparently techniques to get the baby in the right position and we'll be talking with the OB but it's really up to the Lord.

We're dealing with a little frustration and trying to prepare ourselves mentally for either a natural or Cesarean birth. I'm not sure if that's a lack of faith or simply acknowledging that the Lord is not obligated to do things our way, but we are certainly believing He will help us, knowing He will be with us either way.


hello, Monday

Well I figured that if I want to blog (for whatever reason) that I just need to do it, even if it's just to have some form of discipline in typing out some thoughts. Goodness. That was an awkward sentence. the point is that I need to come up with some sort of short term goal or project. Your ideas are welcome because I don't think I have any good ones. Today I am just blogging to do it and get into a habit of doing it.

Alright then. Tomorrow then.


And a month goes by

Well. Anyone who who reads this may have noticed my lack of posts for...a MONTH. Wow. That's a long time.

We were getting ready to leave for the US and I just didn't have the time. Once we got to Texas we were busy for what seemed like every waking moment (and some moments when we should have been sleeping) and when we weren't busy, I would rather have talked with my family than blog.

Well, now we are in Lubbock and have eased up a little and I have time again.

Anyway, to those folks who read this, I'm back. It's 7:48 and my whole family is still asleep. A true Christmas miracle!