Monday, April 24, 2006

The Mouse

You have to figure when someone starts a sentence with "now don't freak out, but....", that whatever follows can't be good. I wish I could remember all of the scenarios that played out in my mind when those fated words escaped Brian's mouth on Friday afternoon. Did one of the cats throw up? Did one of the cats pee on the new couches?

No, not so much either of those options or the other 20 possibilities that I thought through in that brief 10 seconds it took Brian to lead me by the hand into our bedroom. Instead, on the floor in front of our bed, there it was...brown, fuzzy, long tail, and very dead. Yes, a mouse. Now in theory, I have always pictured myself pretty calm and mature when it comes to handling such emergencies. However, when I saw that nasty dead mouse I screamed and jumped like a teen-age girl at a N'Sync concert (or a Watershed concert, so I learned Saturday :). I did, indeed, freak out. I don't know that I have ever encountered a dead animal laying on my floor. When I was 12 I found my Hampster, Petri, dead in his cage. I think I freaked out then, too.

Anyway...I promtly ran out of the room after screaming and jumping and squeakily telling Brian to "get it out of the house!". Then I thanked Angus and Ellie for saving us from the creepy mouse (I am pretty sure Angus made the kill), by pouring out a handful of cat treats which they quickly gobbled up. I am sure the hunt that morning was pretty much the most exciting thing that has ever happened in their short cat lives thus far. I spent the next half hour scouring the apartment for a point of entry. I found nothing. Maybe it was just a one-time, freak occurrence....

However, last night as I was lying in bed, almost asleep...I heard something scurry down the wall outside of our bedroom. It was either the outside wall or in between the outside and inside walls. GROSS! The saga continues....

Monday, April 17, 2006


Good One. The Brian. You. So, we're not very creative with nicknames. Anyway, I have been thinking about my husband a lot lately, and remembering how blessed I am every day to have someone who loves me, cares for me, and values me and our relationship and commitment to God. When I think of the man I love so much, I can't help remember our story.

I think we had somewhat of a supernatural beginning. Most people call it fate--maybe that is not a bad word for it, but I call it a God thing.

Brian was at NWOCYC--a camp in Ohio, for only a week. He was interning at a church in New Jersey, but wanted to take a week off to counsel at camp. I was traveling with FOCUS, a Rochester College singing group, and our summer was packed with stops at camps and churches. Our stop at NWOCYC was only a two day stay. A good friend, Jon, happened to be at camp that week, and he met and became quick friends with Brian. He mentioned that we (Focus) were coming to perform and that I, "a really cool girl" was part of that group.

After a fat lip, pink eye, sprained ankle, and a lot of innocent flirting, Brian invited me to chat by the campfire our last evening there. We talked from 10:30-4:30. I left camp at 6:30. Brian says the conversation was really more of an "interview." We went from 0 to 60 in a 6 hour conversation. I knew more about him, his family, his passion for ministry, and his dreams in that short time than I knew about most of my own friends. Four days later, Brian wrote me a letter that he sealed and read to me the day he proposed. In it, he factually stated that he knew he was going to marry me. How he knew, only God knows.

We grew in a long distance relationship for a year while he finished his senior year at OVC and I continued at RC. He moved to Michigan in August of 2000, proposed (officially) in October, and we were married in June 2001.

So about him--Brian.

He is the logical type, and he balances my not so logical personality.

He is funny. Yeah, he make corny jokes, but he makes me laugh.

He has a way of cheering me up when I most need it.

And when he laughs, I mean really laughs, I can't help but want to just grab his face and plant a fat kiss on his smiling lips--he's just so cute!

He has a passion for God and for ministry that drives his personality.

I am comfortable with him--I can be myself with no stings attached. And he is comfortable with me. He trusts me with his frustrations.

He shares his every excitement..I can't count how many times I have received a call from him beginning with...I just called to tell you....

He has taught me how to love--how to really love. Agape. And through our relationship I understand grace--there is nothing he can do to make me love him more; there is nothing he can do to make me love him less. I love him because he is.

We feel like our relationship began in an extraordinarily God kind of way. We value that, and we have made a commitment to each other and to God to continue be about His will in the path our lives take. I am blessed to be on the journey, the adventure, with you, Brian.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

I didn't know what a blog was a year ago...

I am still not sure I know what a blog is. It seems like most people who publish blogs have something profound to say. Maybe someday I will have something profound to say.

But most of my life isn't really that profound. I wake up. Feed the cats. Go to work (which I actually love). Go home. Watch LOST or Survivor. Hang out with Brian (which is never often enough--I hate our opposite schedules). Go to bed. Start over.

But sometimes God surprises me. There are these little daffodils peeking up from the soggy ground in front of our apartment. They are so perfect. And the birds--I love hearing the birds singing when I roll out of bed in the morning. I see fresh life waking from the darkness of winter all around me right now. If this is a fallen creation we live in, I can't even begin to imagine what the Lord has in store for us in eternity.

So, until the profundities begin rolling off my fingers, I hope to keep you all updated on Brian and I, our adventures in this crazy life, whatever random musings I feel like musing about (it is a blog after all :), and maybe even the cats--although when I start updating about the cats it could be a real indication that I have way to much time on my hands. But I will show you a picture...

They are really have to admit :)