(And I can't access my old email account it was attached to...oops.)
So here we are again.
Why did I choose this (maybe corny) name this time?
Honestly it just popped into my head. I was trying to think of words from songs, and the song "Above All" kept playing. There is a line that says "Like a rose trampled on the ground, You took the fall and thought of me above all." I want to use this blog primarily as a reminder of the goodness and grace of my Savior who was trampled for my sins. I have so much growth to do in this area, and hope that having a place to write will help me direct my thinking more toward Him.
Roses are also special to me because of my love, Allen. Obviously roses are the most symbolically romantic flower, but they mean even more to me. Allen has always given me roses, I carried roses on our wedding, we have shared songs and movies that mention roses and the very concept of a rose itself reminds me of our love. Timeless, pure, simple, not without thorns, but beautiful. I adore him so much and he is (after Jesus) God's greatest blessing to me. I am going to warn you that this blog may turn out to have sappy moments where I just gush about how in love we are and how special he is. You have been warned.
Roses also remind me of new life, like the precious one God is forming in me. This baby is the highlight of my year, the greatest gift my husband and I could have been given and the best thing we have ever done. Some may think we are a little crazy for wanting a baby so soon, but after being married to this wonderful man, I wanted nothing more than to be the mother of his children and to begin this dream job as soon as we could. Lorelei Rose (there it is again!) is due on March 14, about a month before our 2 year wedding anniversary. I love being pregnant and could not be happier to welcome her into our lives. I love how I feel and look with my 7-month-pregnant belly. I love feeling her kick and roll around inside me every day. I love that I can tell when she gets the hiccups. I love that she refuses to be cooperative for ultrasounds (though a nice picture would be fun sometime, sweetie.) I love hearing her heartbeat at the doctors' office every two weeks. There are things that I don't love (like the no longer sleeping through the night and the constant pee breaks and the times when I just cannot find a position where I can breathe) but I would do it again in a heartbeat for my little one. Oh I cannot wait to meet her! I will try to document as much as possible in regard to her life and mine here.
So I guess this is the beginning of a new year, a new life...and a new blog. Stay tuned!
In the meantime, here are some of my favorite Christmas pictures:
Allen and I at my aunt and uncle's house:
My cousin and I:
Showing off the belly
With my daddy (or Papi to the little one :-))
There is nothing like being pregnant at Christmas...
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