And there is love.

Your father is an amazing man. He's loving. He's sweet. He's the best a wife could ask for. Your father is more true than a heat seeking missile. He loves deeper than the Atlantic. He saw an older man digging in the trash cans at the gas station and taking out all the cans. Your father took all the cans out of our vehicle and gave then to him and wanted to offer him some money or to buy him a meal. Since the guy was Mexican he didn't think the man would accept an offer of more than just the cans. Everyone else at the station just seemed to shy away from the poor man. Where is the brotherly love of our brothers and sisters in Christ? God calls us to love our neighbors as we love ourselves. Now that man may have plenty of money. He may just be doing his part to "save the planet" and may not even need the money. He could also be in dire need of the money and just trying to feed his family or himself. He may not have a job and is doing what he can to earn a buck or two. Maybe he has a daughter or a wife that used to the finer things in life and his job has cut his hours and he's trying to make up the difference in any way he can so his family doesn't suffer the blunt. In any situation it's our Christian duty to help others as we want to be helped, to have compassion as if he's part of our own family. My husband, your father, saw what he thought and assumed was a brother in need and he did what he could to help. That, my child, is love. Godly love to be exact. It's only doing what we can and what we should to help those that need it.. So there is love. It's a shame more people don't have or show it. I will solemnly swear to do my best to show, teach, and emphasize Godly love.

-mom-

Colds suck too.

While I'm on an it sucks streak I might as well add colds. Especially when your a wife or a mother and have a cold. That really blows. Oh but wait your a mommy or a wife and you other shizz to do so you can't be sick. That laundry won't do itself and neither will those dishes or the bed time routine or the good morning routine. When your head feels like exploding and your nose is dripping like your toddler's and your ears are feeling their going to explode every time you cough and you just wanna stay in bed and not do a thing for the rest of the day or maybe even a few days, mommy still has to get up at 4 am and get breakfast ready for your daddy and get his lunch ready for him so he has something to eat at work. Despite this nasty wet stuff coming out of my ears after a decent coughing spell future mommy has still has to get up off this bed and do laundry and vacuum and all that future mommy stuff. Colds suck kiddo. They are mean and a nasty pimple on the buttock on the society. You cannot escape from them. This little rhino-virus will hunt you down. It will find you. When it finds you it will laugh and wave it gooey virusy wand at you and give you anything from just a cough and a runny nose to coughin so hard you puke and fever and a horrible runny nose and makes your head feel like it's gonna explode and a sinus infection and makes you feel so tired and over all crummy. It's not a good feeling. It sucks. Then there's the mucus. Some colds throw it on you and some don't. Be thankful for the ones that don't. The ones that do.... ugh. It leaves a terrible taste in your mouth and sticks to the back of your throat. It's absolutely terrible. Sometimes you cough and it comes up nice and easy and your better in a few days. Sometimes it's as stubborn as gorilla glue and just won't come up no matter how hard you fight it. Colds suck. But he's the one bright side of having a cold. People give you a wide berth must you go out in public. Oh and if your a girl and your lucky enough to marry a man that even half as good a man as your daddy, you get a free pass of sorts to be gross and not shave or wash your hair or brush your teeth cause you can't breath and you don't feel like doing anymore than what you gotta do. So you do some laundry and figure out if there's anything easy you can heat up or have him pick up on the way home.

It's not always easy. Growing up can wait.

Let me tell you right now from the beginning of life you will see and learn the hard way over and over that life isn't far and it isn't easy. It's beautiful at times and at first in your infant life it will be easy. You will not have to do a thing but eat, sleep, grow, breath, and poop. Ah but then comes the part where it gets hard. You'll eventually have to learn things like don't bite mommy and the horrible infamous no. Then you'll start school and it's learning to share and learning to make friends and tie your shoes and to read and to do math and so much more. Some of it will suck horribly. Then comes elementary school. That require more math. That's about all the sucky I can think of as of the moment. I'm sure I'll come up with more later. Then it's on to middle school. It's the time of first loves, cute crushes, first boyfriends, and the horrid puberty. That is the worst. It will not treat you well at first. It will give you these nasty pimples and raging hormones that make you do lots of stupid things. Sometimes it makes you plain crazy. Now lets not leave out the growing pains. Those are major bummer as well. You'll learn there are many different kinds of growing pain and not all are physical. I'm not even going to begin on the possible suckyness of adulthood. I guess the thing I want to convey most this letter is to just wait. Don't be in a hurry to grow up. Childhood is by far so precious and fades so quickly. Speaking of adulthood, responsibility calls kiddo(s). 

xoxo, mom

The Beginning

My future child, 

This is new beginning. It's a new year. It's a new phase in our life and in your father and my marriage. We have not conceived you yet. We have decided that after three years you are a possibility we both want. There things outside of our control that are keeping from making trying to make you immediately. The economy is terrible and has been for so long it's hard to imagine it's coming back up anytime soon. The current president isn't the best we've had though history in public opinion will paint him to be the messiah that was rejected for being black. He is our first black president. He is now in his second term. Your father and I are not really supporters of his. That's enough for now about politics. We consider ourselves followers of Christ. We love you already even though you are not of flesh and blood yet. I don't really know what tell you about us that you won't find out when you eventually arrive. Your father is head strong, stubborn, a little hot tempered from time to time, but one thing you'll quickly about this world is no one is perfect. I'm a lot like your dad. I'm more mild though. I'm just as spoiled and stubborn and moody as he is. I love him more than anything except God. Someday you'll learn that's how it's supposed to be. Your father is the same way. He is the only earthly treasure I will have in Heaven as well. We have started out with nothing and 3 years later we still don't have much of anything. We lived in a tent for a year in family's backyard because we had no where else to go. We've lived in a roach infested efficiency apartment. We've lived with your dad's best friend's mother. We've been through, fought through, and learned things that take most marriages 10+ years to learn. Right now the statistics are only 50% of marriages will last a year. Even less last the 2nd year. We just made past our third year. We both plan on being together for life. I know that for me he's it. There will never be another man like him. We are native Texans like you will be. You will learn a love of country, state, God, guns, liberty, and family. You will learn to proficiently handle and operate a firearm, whether I like it or not. I do not object to guns. They are fun but he wants to start you off younger than I am comfortable with. Well if I keep going on as I have been I won't have any letters left to share with you. Yes. This as much as I should say for now. 

With love,
               mom