Pearls

Our Christmas was simple and beautiful, just the three of us at home. We've hosted people for several years, so we missed that but it was also nice to just have it quiet with no real plan.

It was wonderful to have Lilia's first Christmas and I think I'll write another post about that, but the thing that floored me this Christmas was that Jeff, on our very modest budget, was able to procure my dream gift -- a string of real pearls!

A nice way to say it would be that I like classic things. Maybe less flattering would be what my friends say -- that I just want to be an old lady inside. Could be true.... But I love pearls. And more than that, I love these pearls. I don't like the kind of pearls that are the same size the whole way around the necklace (maybe I'm too short or pudgy for those?), I don't like perfectly white pearls, I could go on and on about the ways I'm picky about pearls. But I love these pearls. My pearls. He had some help from some very good elves, but the fact that my loving husband got pearls for me for Christmas is something I shall treasure forever. So far I've worn them every day (returning them carefully to their little box at night) and as of right now I intend to continue doing so for the rest of my life.

Our life just feels like a string of pearls right now and I am loving every minute of it. Almost.

I Blame Talk Radio

This is a post that's been rattling around in my head for some time. If you just read my blog for the baby/family stuff stop here. :)

I, and most people I know, noticed something ugly happening in the most recent election. Not just among the candidates but among average people. The problem was twofold -- First a closed-mindedness that was like an impenetrable wall, and second a new low of rudeness and vitriol. It didn't just flip on like a light switch (It's been coming for a while) but I have really noticed it recently.

In my own short memory I'm certain that I can recall times that it was easier to have a sensible discussion about politics. When a point was proven, the incorrect party conceded the point. When it was debated it was just that -- debated. There was a certain level of respect for truth and for people who felt differently than you. Now it seems nearly impossible to find that kind of respectful discussion between parties who disagree.

I blame talk radio.

Talk radio has become a world unto itself, passing on incorrect information with such dogma it becomes almost sacrilegious to question it, supporting opinions by the strength of conviction rather than the certainty of evidence. Worst of all, it is a world in which rudeness and disrespect are highly valued and gentle, respectful dialogue is seen as weak or even inherently dishonest.

I remember when Rush Limbaugh was as edgy as it got, coining the degrading term "feminazi" (did he start the trend of calling anyone with whom we disagree a Nazi, or did he just continue it?) and oversimplifying complicated topics to make himself sound like the only reasonable person in America. Then someone wrote a book about him being a "big, fat idiot." Not the best way to raise the level of respect in the dialogue. Now it's gone way past that. People love to watch people who have no tolerance for anyone who sees things differently than they do. Someone in the industry has learned that the more sarcastic and outlandish the character, the more listeners or viewers he/she gains, so it's getting worse all the time. And it's infecting the general public faster than the swine flu. You can almost hear the revered talk show host in a person's mannerisms and dialogue.

I'm one who believes in the power of genuine debate to educate those involved as well as those watching or listening. I thought that was a very American value to hold. We used to pride ourselves on giving everyone a chance to be heard, didn't we?

We have already suffered because of losing sight of this value, and we will suffer more. A person looking for evidence for her own existing opinion rather than real information will always be ignorant, and an ignorant public is a dangerous thing.

So my vote is for everyone to do three things:
1. Seek out genuine information about important issues(I use www.voanews.com, www.factcheck.org and www.politifact.com frequently)
2. Stop listening to talk radio! and
3. Engage in kind and respectful political discussions that use evidence rather than attack as the primary means of communication.

That's where I stand. I feel better now. :)

For Unto Us a Child is Born

Psalm 81:10

"I am the LORD your God,
who brought you up out of Egypt.
Open wide your mouth and I will fill it."

I'm starting to learn that there are two categories of people at Christmastime: Those who love it and those who hate it. I am so solidly in the former category that it's difficult for me to believe the latter even exists. I have always loved Christmas, but this year was the best Christmas I've ever had.

When we went to our church's Christmas Eve service I was overcome with emotion. Figuratively, I am the one God delivered from Egypt. I had made a real mess of things at one point in my life and was pretty sure it would stay that way. And it could have. He didn't have to ride in and save me from myself, but He did.

That would have been enough.

But as we stood there with our baby and sang Silent Night I was astounded that God didn't stop there. He has given us so very much. We don't take it for granted. We know that what we have is rare and beautiful and I go to sleep every night just counting our many blessings. True love, a stable home, great friends and family, a beautiful baby girl and one on the way, our first house, a wonderful church home, I could go on and on.

2,000 years ago everything changed. A world that had believed God to be silent for too long, unaware or unconcerned with its hardships and tragedies, found Him to be more real and more present than it had ever imagined. What kind of God would walk into that impoverished infancy, persecuted life and tortured death on purpose? The same kind of God who walked into the mire of my life and changed it forever, and then poured blessings on me ever since.

Luke 2:10-14
¹⁰But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. ¹¹Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ^a]">[a] the Lord. ¹²This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."

¹³Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
¹⁴"Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."

Beautiful and Crazy

I have so much to say.

Let me start by saying that avoiding a subject I'm excited about is nearly impossible for me, which is why it's been very difficult to blog recently. People who know me know that I'm the worst avoider in the world. If there's something that's hard to talk about or important or whatever, that's the first thing I bring up. What was the topic I was avoiding in my blog? We're having another baby! Baby #2 will join us next summer.

Why avoid that topic? Because last time it was very difficult to go back and tell everyone that I had miscarried. Probably 85% of people were awesome about it, but that 15% who just couldn't understand or offer real sympathy were agonizing for me. It's a very vulnerable place to be, to have someone not understand, or worse or try to minimize (BTW, have a friend who lost a baby and wondering what to say? Look here!) . Of course the silver lining was realizing that the vast majority of our friends and family are totally "safe" to be real with, even when things are not fine. What a gift! But this time we decided to wait a little while and save ourselves the agony of telling the world too early and possibly having to share our grief with big numbers of people.

So we're telling everyone now for two reasons. First, someone we love inadvertently outed us in a Christmas card, not realizing we were waiting to tell. And second, we saw the baby's heartbeat on ultrasound on Tuesday! That means that we are out of the very high risk zone for miscarriage. It was the best Christmas present we could've received!!!

I have so much more to share on this beautiful Christmas day, but I will let this news sink in first.

God is so good to us.

Penance with Pictures

I didn't blog for the whole month of November? How is that possible??? Well let me bring cute pictures as a peace offering to my faithful readers. :)

The first two are Jeff and Lilia at our fall farm trip to Vertuccio Farms. It was wonderful! She thought she was driving the barrel train, so that was a major highlight. The last two are from our friends who took cute pics of Lilia and her someday-BFF Abby at their house while Mommy and Daddy were on a date. Very cute!

More to share soon.