As of right now...K-Man is sleeping soundly
and will awaken to the glorious breakfast buffet at the White Swan.
Gasp!
I'm *jealous*!


Oh and funny thing...
this morning I left Lucy in the kitchen alone to go brush my teeth...
I came back and she was on the computer skyping with her him.
He called and Lucy had the know-how to answer.
These kids these days!
But sadly, K's microphone on his computer wasn't working
so we couldn't hear him.
Please pray that it starts working, would you?!

In less five hours from now...he is meeting Isaiah Jack-ster!

Sniff, sniff.

I wish so much I was there.



And here's how my day went today:
Because I know you care.

Well, even if you don't...I'm telling you anyway.


All my grand plans to get projects done & such...
are well, a foggy dream at this point.

Keeping up with everyday life here is proving to be difficult.
(Ummm, it's only been a day and a half)

1. One of our TVs quit working.
Okay, not a big deal.
But, still.
(Honey, it's the kitchen TV...sound but no picture)

2. I found a dead chicken today.
I wanted to cry.
In fact, I did cry.
And tried to scoop it up with a shovel to get rid of it,
just like any good hard-working country girl
would, but I couldn't.
I just cried.
I love my chickens.

3. I found K-man's camera cord in a suitcase that he
decided not to take with him.
Hopefully he can buy one there.
Or I'll cry.
Again.

4. Well, as of right now...there is no #4.

And for that, I'm extremely thankfully.

I will keep you all updated!
Hopefully I can fill you in on all the gotcha day details late tonight!


Oh and one last thing.
I really really can't stress enough how much I appreciate
your encouraging comments and emails.
And the fact that you are praying is triggering an extra dose
of God's grace on me.
I'm sure of it.

Thank you, thank you!

not quite there yet...

As I type this...my Dearest Manly-Man-K-Man
(I'm renaming him because he deserves an upgraded title)...
is still not quite to his final destination.

Gasp.

There was a change of plans rather last minute which meant he had to
go to Guangzhou just a couple hours after arriving in Beijing.
Which meant he didn't get to spend any time with our friends Bill and Lynsay.
We were all so bummed about that.
Really, really bummed.

But anyway, he texted me at 2AM to tell me he made it to Beijing and was working his way through the airport to get to his next flight.

Did I mention he is manly?

There was a huge blessing on his flight over the pond...
he had a window seat with two (count them)
empty seats next to him.
Glory be.
For those of you who have traveled to China before know
how it's usually packed like a semi full of cattle going to slaughter.

He was able to curl up and sleep like a lil' kitten.
A very manly kitten.

So thankful!!!!

He will arrive in GZ at about 9AM our time (central).
Then he'll meet his guide, Elsie (who was our guide when we got Lucy!)
and go to the White Swan Hotel.

Then gets our Little Dude on Wednesday at 10AM
(which is Tuesday 9PM our time).

Is anyone still reading this?

How am I doing?
Why, thank you for asking.
I did great yesterday until I saw my man's empty
spot at the dinner table.

Oh my heart.
I have this whole new appreciation for those of you whose
military husbands/sons leave for months at a time.
And for single moms.
Ya'll are super strong women, I tell ya.

I'm left with feeling so extremely thankful that my guy will
be back in just a couple weeks.


Okay, that's all for now. Just thought I'd update you.

it's go time

The obligatory packed luggage photo.
Which means, today is the big day.

Early (awfully early) this morning I dropped my man off
at the airport.

I know it's sickeningly sappy...
but we are both heart-sick to be apart for almost three weeks.

We will no doubt be one of those old couples where
the husband dies exactly one week after
his beloved wife...
because of his broken heart.

I know, I know.

I gotta stop it our I'll end up in tears.
Again.

Please, please pray that everything goes smoothly.
The itinerary is still up in the air
because of the holiday in China next week.

But back here at home...I have grand plans to get a
million and one things done around here.
And when I told my dear husband this he said,
"Soooo, me being here has been holding you back from
getting things done?"

Well, no.

Maybe.

Anyway, I just figured if I fill my time with tons of productivity,
the next few weeks will fly by.
Right?

Please say, right.

Anyhoo...
I will be blogging about his trip.
A blogger, he is not.

But don't you worry.
Auntie Lori will keep you informed.
Very.

Have a great day!






Is it May 14 yet?

my good friday

I sure wish I could tell you that Good Friday brought
a much-needed spiritual awakening in me.

Deep things.

Even...semi-deep spiritual things.

But no.

Our day started early with Brenden getting his wisdom
teeth removed.

Which was quickly followed by this...

Though unable to talk, he was far from unable
to communicate.

And if you are having a hard time reading exactly what's there,
let me help you.

"When I tap cup, get Mom."
Which was his instructions to Lucy.
Like she could even be able to fully read and comprehend what he wrote.
She's 5.
But his cup-tapping system was his go-to way of
getting my attention.
Throughout the entire day.
Only because I didn't have a bell that he first requested.

Next:

"Could you ask Angela (our friend who is a nurse) if there is an
easier way to take pills while numb."
I just stared at him in pure disbelief.
Seriously?
Did he really think that anyone would have a brilliant solution
to him swallowing his pain pills, other than the traditional way?
Short of me standing on the other side of the room
with a blow-gun, propelling it into his half-open swollen gullet??

Next:
He wanted to know how to correctly spell narcotics.
I was proud that he cared about his spelling.
But who, in their right mind..who is on narcotics,
cares about spelling?

The day continued with other antics.

All the while,
here is what Nick was doing...

He used a half a loaf of bread...

trying to lure the chickens into the house.



Good heavens, people...somebody rescue me.

monday morning

Flights are booked.

Monday morning.
K-man leaves MONDAY MORNING.
As in,
this coming Monday morning.

My brain is a whirling jello concoction of stress and anxiety.
I am SO not spontaneous and all this last-minute
stuff has me beat.

Oh and my dear sweet husband,
whom I've never been away from for more than a few
days in our entire married life,
is going to be on the other side of the world for
close to three weeks.

I can barely stand the thought of not having my
snoring teddy-bear beside me for that long.
*Waaaahhh*

Okay...I better go for now.
Lucy has been in front of the TV for the majority of the
afternoon.

And I suppose my family is going to insist on dinner.
They're funny that way.