Dedication Sunday!

Life has been a little crazy. I started the latest project (painting the kitchen cabinets) over a month ago and it still isn't done. To my defense, I did a lot of work the week before John returned home from Sapper School, but because I'd done so much painting I started seeing paint drips in my sleep. I promptly decided it was time for a break and ever since then, I've been taking my sweet time to sand all 27 doors and 6 drawers -- I guess I should have counted them before I started the project...

So, what have I been up to? My in-laws came for a quick visit to see this little guy.

who is the same little guy that happens to be taking up so much of time time lately... well, him and a certain sewing machine.

On Sunday, we dedicated Tristan at church. A baby dedication is a public commitment that is made before God, the church, and our family. We have publicly promised to raise Tristan to the best of our abilities so that he will develop a desire to love God. -- what a huge responsibility!

Here are some pictures from the ceremony.

Since we live on the complete opposite coast of our family, it was nice to be able to dedicate him while John's parents were in town. Have I mentioned that we have wonderful friends here? My sweet friend, Ashley (or as John calls her, Mom2) took these wonderful pictures. She of course, remembered to bring her camera, whereas I completely forgot/ counted on her bringing her's. Our Army friends have really become like a second family out here and I am dreading the inevitable move. John and I have been quite lucky in our life as an Army family. We have moved only twice and have had the same two couples with us each time. The more time we're in though, the more I realize that the Army, though large in numbers, is actually quite small. People meet back up after years of being apart and it seems as if no time has passed in between. 

On top of our Army family, John and I have been blessed to have found a great church community. I have never felt more sure that John and I were supposed to be in a place than I have with this church. I never thought we "settled" for our church, but I wasn't sure that God had placed us there either. Recently though, I was visiting a friend's church, and I was overwhelmed by how much I felt at home at PSCC. At that moment, I realized that God in fact, had placed us at our church. John and I have grown quite a bit since being on the west coast, and I'd like to think some of it has to do with being away from our family, becoming parents, but I also believe that it has to do with listening to God. God's perspective is so much greater than ours, and although I may not understand at the time, I know that when I am in His hands and following His direction, things will be fine -- better than fine, they'll be great and I hope that this is something I can teach our son as he grows.

until next time!