It Took Eight Years Of Marriage...

A trip to the ER for stitches, complete stress at work, both cars torn up, both of us puking our guts out and unable to get out of bed, a son with a double ear infection, storm damaging front porch, hard drive crashing erasing hours of hard work, more work stress, family issues.....no, that's not what's happened in eight years of marriage, that was just this week!

We have agreed in eight years of marriage, this has been the worst week we've EVER had! Mandy said, "God must be getting ready to do something and Satan is just really fighting with all his might to get you guys down." I don't know what this week was about, but I just know that we were both at the absolute end of our rope. But, we had a great night as a family last night and did a lot of laughing, had a good meal, ate some Krispy Kremes, took Connor to get a prize at Target, came home and played some toys, and now I feel some sense of normalcy has been regained. Connor is napping, I'm degerming the house, Greg and Daniel are fixing the porch. Greg's car is fixed and mine is getting fixed on Monday. Half of the hard drive was backed up somewhere else. Connor is feeling better, we're feeling better, and work.....well it will be over in May, so that's how I'm looking at that right now!

In all the tears of the week, I'm thankful that all the things that went wrong were temporary, so fixable. I thank God for protecting us from anything that we couldn't take care of. And if Mandy is right and Satan is trying to get us down, we're still bringing home a baby girl named Claire!