Saturday, June 30
i guess you're all part of my life now! :)
it's been a while since my last text post, and i felt i was remiss in my commenting...
life has been fairly normal, mundane even. lots of diapers have been changed, tears have been shed, babies have gone to bed at normal times, etc. etc. i find myself longing for our life to seem more significant.
it's not that i'm underestimating the job i've been given. far from it. this is the most important thing i will ever do with my life, and i'm cool with that. it just seems so... normal. i think, for most of my life, i have been searching for something that wasn't there. the adventure that seemed just around the corner. a new hobby, a new crusade.
and now, the days slow into weeks, and i find it's been 3 days since i've talked to anyone other than my mother, zoe or spencer. and i'm happy. i'm not feeling the same longing to pack everything up in a suitcase and backpack across europe, or drive to texas just because. but somehow, i feel a need for something more.
i hope i find it. i know the Lord has plans for us that we can't even imagine. it just seems like we're waiting for something to happen, or maybe it's just me. a strange dichotomy of desire... i desire for life to be more fantastic, in the true sense of the word. and yet, i don't want to miss a single second of zoe's life. i want her to stay small forever, and i can't wait for her to grow up at the same time.
maybe it's just growing pains. the easing into a new shirt, breaking in a new pair of jeans. i'm still working on breaking in my life. my new life. forgive my ramblings. i'm still trying to reconsider who i am, what i am, in light of the new responsibilities and joys that i have.
so yeah. i'm content and discontent. i want to matter, and i know i already do.
and i think that's why i haven't really posted any words or musings. i'm trying to figure out what it all means. but i know i will.
Friday, June 29
never underestimate the power of salivaright before saying "mommmaoomomm"
happy to be in her playpen
i'm starting her early, she's got to love cakes as much as i do
she's as excited about my pantry as i am!
the view of the retaining wall out to the driveway
our fireplace... it's going to be 18 feet tall
the front door, the dining room, and a bit of the upstairs
she's tasting everything now
woo hoo! i wanna go fast!
see! she does have hair! it's just see through.
more invisible hair
dad, how do you grow a beard?
another important rule of the road, how to honk a horn
and if i dump the clutch, and do what again?
zoe learns the importance of hand placement on the steering wheel
time to go to bed
Sunday, June 17
So now…Hi everyone, I am Zoë’s papa. This is where I make my humble attempt to stand in the shadow of my wife’s eloquence and writing prowess. She asked me to jot down a few thoughts about my first father’s day.
So here we go. I will try to keep this short and to the point. If I ramble too much, you might get light headed for staring at the monitor too long. I suppose if I were to be left to my contemplation, on the idea of the most tender and life changing event since God saving me, I would most likely banter on into the afternoon of the following day.
I have many times thought about fatherhood once I was old enough to fathom the idea, while growing up. My father was a career police officer who often spent more time at work than at home, in a fierce effort to keep us fed and a place to call home. Even now, at thirty years old, it seems that my relationship with my father is new in many ways. It is as if he became a father all over again, as he walked through many trying times of his life to discover the greatest reason to have breath. That is, the gift of life we have from our Savior and the gift of life in so many other ways around us. Now I am the one waking before sunrise, to the sound of an alarm, in my own humble struggle to provide and protect my daughter. My idea of fatherhood becomes more clear, ever so slightly, everyday that I live and watch her grow.
I think back on dreams that I would have, while Catherine was still haulin’ Zoë around those nine months. Dreams where I could hold her in my arms, feel her weight and look into her eyes. As if God let me see her before she was born. I would wake up with a sense of distant recollection of an emotion that I had never experienced before. The feeling that if a thousand armies tried to shatter the shelter of my arms, they would not succeed. Or the feeling that if I had to give my life a thousand times over to protect hers it would be a small sacrifice. I also knew in those moments, that I must endure the pain of trust. The pain of love.
There will be a time when I no longer fight the battles for this priceless and lovely child, but I must honor her future and calling in this life, by teaching her to fight. And I must learn to fight by her side. Then, on to releasing her into the hands of the Lord to fight her own battles as I cheer for her. I realize that the releasing must begin now. The fortress of my heart must be accessed by the tender hands of our Savior so that Zoë can be kept truly safe. Not in the feeble hands I could provide but the scarred hands of our Creator. The one who is now guiding her steps before she can even walk. I pray now that I will fulfill the only promise I have made and will ever make to my daughter.
Zoë, I promise to walk with Jesus Christ by His eternal and enduring mercy and I promise with fear and trembling to show you the way. You are my fire brand and sword. To this day and until my last breath on this earth, the moment I become truly alive. I will love you with a fierce compassion that only our Lord could create. I understand now more than ever what saved my soul and gave me a reason to live. I see that reason everyday. Until that day when I walk before the throne of God and the day when you follow behind and we cast our crowns at the feet of the Lamb. You will always remain my priceless and lovely one.
So in my pitiful and pedestrian imaginings on the unsearchable love of God, I received a small glimpse. I see father’s day begin on a cross. So as I leave for work in the dark hours of the morning and peek in Zoë’s room I understand what it means… The apple of my eye. Yes, she is and yes, we are.
Wednesday, June 13
in the cart...
helping us shop at toys-r-us
zoe and her poppa sure look alike...
spencer's cousin sarah and i. notice the perfect "myspace" pose.
she was thinking we would let her eat chicken. it didn't really work out.
meeting her cousins
panoramic of the wilson family reunion... zoe, the youngest member is sitting
next to the oldest member.
we decided she could handle the bumper pads going back on...
sitting up, slightly propped.
the motorcycle gloves, in progress
waiting to get her shots at the dr's. office. she had a long day ahead of her still...
oodles (i love the panoramic feature!)
i liked the coloring of this one.
dinner at oodles for lori's birthday
big surprise. another awesome old movie.
lori is totally stoked. you just can't see her face.
another board game!! woohoo!
lori's birthady socks!
aunt allie and zoe hanging out
can you believe she's in her 30's?
checking out zoe
ellen, greg, aunt allie, uncle buzz, and us at lori's house
mmmm.... fake milky goodness.
spencer after oral surgery
our living room needs more seating
lori and ellen drinking coffee
spencer discussing family history
ellen, greg, aunt allie, uncle buzz and lori at our house
the rhubarb cream meringue pie i made disappeared in about 10 minutes. yum.