Half-Time

I'm crazy in love, happily married, 20 weeks pregnant with a crib set up already, and a basket of clean laundry to put away for my step-daughter. The hardest decision I had to make today was do I wear the jean jacket over top of my new dress? And will Mr Lemon think I'm stalking him if I call him again tonight? Since it's 1:55 am and his baby is kicking me in the pelvis, I think I will call him just to tell him again today how cute he is.

(Internets, we've got to think up a new word instead of "step-daughter." I've never stepped on her, and she doesn't like steps. Got to work on that.)

This time last year I thought I'd never get to blog those words. I was crocheting my way through the hardest time of my life, training with H&R Block for a second job I didn't know I would need desperately, and just making sure I breathed and ate regularly.

I guess I am just trying to say that God does all things well in His timing. He gave me beauty for ashes, and strength for fear.