Away.

Everytime we leave home I wish we would do so permanently. I don't know if it's the wooing of the sun that captures my heart or the reality of how boring this place is, but I get the itch. The youth in me says pack it up and just go but the mom in me has to research about good schools and the right economy... and I hate her. In the end it's always the same, my husband brings me off my cloud and wispers

                                                                                  one day.

Applying Sunscreen.

I am not so good at keeping up. I woke up one day and Spring just swept me off my feet and put me back down, dizzy. This time of year kills me. I'm frantic to clean the house and obsessive with lists. I love lists. I make them and always have, sometimes for the satisfaction of crossing something simple off. Put clothes on easily becomes Put clothes on. But I love it.

So while I've been list making and not here, I took some pictures that I thought I might share.

sheesh.

I am in the midst of a few things. Motherhood keeps me together. Love keeps me together.

oops.

Where have I been? Life.
I suppose from time to time, I should break from my darling little one and discuss other things but it's hard. I have discovered while I am able to pick up new hobbies I, Madison Jones, was born to be a mom. I love her. In the midst of her though I get lost. I lose sight of being the best wife ever (on all dynamics) and I forget my faith somewhere between the couch cushions. But my husband is ever persistant with me and God is ever gracious and merciful (to name my favorite few verbs for him). From time to time, when I'm in the car... some verse will strike me and I pull whatever I have out of that couch and I hold it to my heart.

.You touched me when no one else wanted to.
.I can't dare to see the man I've been rising up in me again.
.You are who you are, no matter where I am.

The most interesting part of everything is that when I do reach for Him, I also find my husband sitting there, bless his heart, collecting dust... not saying a word. Perhaps I am born to mother my sweet, beautiful Melanie. But I can't help but need my relationship with God and with him is hand in hand, my husband.

somuch.

As a family we have been very occupied. Every single minute I feel like my daughter is discovering something brand new. She is currently in between grabbing her feet and rolling over and I couldn't be more satisfied. Sleeping is getting slightly better (better than we hoped) and I can't help but be proud of the fact that all together, as a family, we have survived these five months.

My greatest love affair.

(please forgive me for my recent fling with picture montages)

I love her. And not like I love blue jello, The Office, all things associated with summer, or even my husband. The way I love her just surpasses all my expectations. I cried the immediate moment I met her. I even cry now seeing other babies being born on tv... just thinking of that moment. It also doesn't hurt that she's exactly what I long to be... SIMPLE.

It's your birthday.

Just a small collection from our outdoor honeymoon. When I look back, I was so miserable... seven months pregnant, in the July heat, sleeping on the ground... but It was also a really fun time.... Katiemae continuously trying to flip the canoe, the big trees, and smores. It's hard to believe it's been almost two years that we've been together and nearly a year as your wife. It's fact though,

I am the lucky one.