Warm Me Up

Please don't tell anyone, but I have an awful little secret. I like the cold weather. Give me a cold overcast day and I'm a happy girl. I find this to be a dangerous secret because the vast majority of Texans despise the cold. Oh of course we all wish for the occasional white Christmas, but for the most part, Texas enjoys nice warm sunny weather. One week of cloudy skies and the makers of prozac are back in business.

Maybe I should explain myself a little better. It is not necessarily the cold weather I enjoy, but rather the instincts it draws out in us as human beings. The cold causes us to come inside together, to seek warmth and comfort from the elements. In these moments we realize we are not all that self sufficient, we need something more to bring light and warmth into our lives. Nothing warms me up more than some yummy soup, a warm fire, and my family. Yes even a warmed heart can bring comfort to my physical body.

How often my spirit becomes cold and dreary, and I am reminded once again I need to be drawn in by the love, light, and warmth of a Saviour.

One Year Later

How do you fill such a big void, when no one else compares? They say time heals wounds, but what if time just let's it settle in further?

I have been reflecting this afternoon. It has almost been one year since my grandpa Jack, passed away. The year has gone rather quickly, and sometimes I feel like I just heard the news for the first time. We always called him papa. He was such an anchor in this family, someone you always just knew would be there. I rarely heard a cross word come from his mouth, he preferred to make people laugh. He used to call me Cris, and would always sing silly songs. I could go on and on about how he loved people and they loved him. He was an upstanding member of the community, a staple of his town. His great character is achieved by very few men. He loved his wife. You could tell they still had that spark even after 6 decades together. Even at the end when he was in pain I knew he hung on because he loved her so.

All of these memories give me joy because I know his legacy is so great. They still don't bring back papa. One year later that is still sinking in.

Line Dancing=Holiday Entertainment?

Saturday evening we found ourselves at the mall waiting in line to see Santa Clause. This is the first year Kaylie caught onto the idea and she determined that no matter what she would see Santa on Saturday. The winding line did not deter her and we found ourselves with the hundreds of other parents waiting to see the jolly old man.

As we stood waiting a group of middle aged people began to set up near our line for what seemed to be some sort of holiday entertainment. The music kicked up and I realized we were caught smack dab in the middle of some good old fashioned Texas line dancing set to Christmas music. They even had cute little shirts that said "Dancin 'n' Line." Now I have lived in Texas almost my whole life and have never developed an affinity for cowboy culture. I understand everyone has there own preferences, but line dancing has never been one of those activities that seemed like entertainment for an audience. If you enjoy it as a personal entertainment great, go out and have yourself a grand old time. But really, can we seriously call a few combinations done in a line holiday entertainment? It truly was painful to watch. There was a small crowd gathered of obvious friends and family. The rest of us were held captive against our will as we waited in that hopelessly long line.

Now that I realize how easy it is to get a spot in the holiday line-up, I may grab my ipod and docking station and head out the mall and find my own little corner to perform. Jumpin Jacks to holiday music will be my schtick.

For now I'm stuck in Texas. Merry Christmas ya'll!

Jingle Bells

Time for a Christmas update. We have been having a fabulous holiday so far. This is the first year that Kaylie has really had a keen understanding of Christmas. Every aspect of it has been exciting for her, and as parents that just makes it all worth while. I've been trying to explain to her the story of Jesus. I know I know he was most likely born at some other time of the year, but since we can't pinpoint a date we'll have to just live with December. Since we needed something to replace worship of the sun god, this will do wonderfully! Ok sorry for the rabbit trail. Anyway, if anyone knows of a good live nativity in the DFW area let me know. I believe Kaylie would really enjoy it.

Our days have been filled with Christmas music to and from work, watching Christmas movies, and decorating trees. Jingle Bells is Kaylie's favorite song, as she has learned most of the words. Sleigh Ride is a close second. We have actually covered five Christmas movies, but there are still more to go. The upcoming week brings some Christmas parties which always involve baking. Then of course we will begin the final countdown. I am enjoying the season very much as well. We completed almost all of our Christmas shopping right around Thanksgiving. It really is a good feeling. Micah is also enjoying what little he can process. His favorite thing has been to lay on the floor and stare at the Christmas lights on the tree.
Next year will be even more fun we he can toddle around the house after Kaylie and join in the fun.
I hope you and your families are enjoying the holidays. The economy may be headed south and uncertainty is around every corner, but the warmth of family and friends is just the medicine to carry us through. I leave you with a few more pictures of our Christmas festivities.

Pavestone Flood of 2008

I walked out of the break room at lunch to find a great flood of water in the hallway. It seems that we had a toilet overflow and about a quarter of our office downstairs is covered in water. Good times! Needless to say the office manager is none to happy as worries of stench and mold fly around.

Of course it gives us all a great excuse to roll up our pantlegs as we wade through the water and pretend we are swashbucklers working on the high seas. I should have known it never hurts to keep a pair of waders in the car.

Happy Birthday To The Love of My Life

In my life I have known two of the greatest men around. One is my father and one is my husband Chris. Today I celebrate the day my husband Christopher Michael Medrano made his entrance into this world. Yes I will proceed to rant about his awesomeness, and it is my honor to do so. Chris is one of the most honest people I know. He bucks the system a lot, and I love that he is not afraid to stand up for what is right. Even though he has no fear to say what's on his mind, he is also very humble. He doesn't like to make things about himself, and he will probably scold me a bit for writing this. Chris loves his children and spends all the time he can with them, even if it means missing a beloved Cowboys game. He is intelligent in an unpretentious way. I love that he thinks for himself and does not allow media or other's to sway him. Chris loves me and puts up with my stubborness and lets me be goofy. He doesn't mind what I look like in the morning because he always lets me know I'm beautiful. What I love most about Chris is that he loves God with all his heart, and he is not afraid to admit his own frailty and shortcomings. He is not flamboyant or abrasive in his faith, but everyone knows where he stands. Chris is a worshipper at heart and when he plays his guitar it is truly for an audience of One.
I love him with all of my heart and am glad to call him mine. Happy Birthday Chris, you make this world a better place.

Family Unit

I have been thinking a lot about the dynamics of a family lately. I remember after having Kaylie how I struggled with whether I could love another baby as much as her. I knew deep inside I wanted another child, but I was often hesitant on pinpointing a time. I finally realized I could wait forever and there would never be a "perfect" time. When I found out I was pregnant with Micah I was excited, but still a little worried about how this would effect Kaylie. She is pretty close with Chris and I. I feared it would be difficult for her to share time that had soley been devoted to her. After Micah was born my fears began to melt away. She was so excited and proud of her little brother. Now Kaylie has never been maternal. She doesn't play with baby dolls and she tries to help with Micah, but she's not jumping to change diapers or anything. In spite of this she still has this deep love for her brother. Recently we were loading into the car and Chris was about to put Micah in. Kaylie didn't see the carseat in his hand and asked where Micah was. Chris jokingly told her he was staying home. Kaylie burst into tears. She was so upset. She did not want Micah to be left at home alone. This is what I love about Kaylie. She is intuitive. She can read feelings and she never wants anyone to be left alone. She does have her share of terrible 3 year old moments, but deep inside is an enduring goodness that is so pure.
Micah is still carving his place, but he already has made a deep impact on our lives. Micah makes me stop and realize that I don't always have to be doing something. He loves to be held close and will let me know he does not appreciate my focus being on something else. I like to multi-task, but he has shown me sometimes it is good to just be still and enjoy the moment.
If there is anything I have learned about family it is that everyone has a place. No matter how we evolve over time as we grow we each bring something vital to the table. I am learning to appreciate my husband and each child, for who they are and how they make our home a happier place.