My Text Message

I had a realization today. It's kind of silly. It's kind of fun.

I'm fairly new to texting.
And no, that was not my realization.
I know I'm behind the times and there's probably some newer more fandagled way to communicate than texting. I'll probably get to that when it's outdated too.
So, I sent a text today and at the end I was running out of room. All I had left that I needed to say was "thank you" and I only had 3 character spots left to use. Is "character spots" even a legitimate texting term? Probably not. But I don't care because the spellchecker on here keeps putting that red squiggly line under the word "texting" every time I type it. I guess I'm not the only one behind the times.

Anyway, I was running out of room....I couldn't leave off that important part and I didn't want to send a whole other text. Suddenly I remembered the shortened text for "thank you."
TY

And then it hit me.
That's my little man's name.

So today I declared that my youngest is now my daily and eternal text of gratitude to God.

If God had a cell phone, I'd send him this text daily:

TY for TY.


But God doesn't need a cell phone, so I'll just be praying it instead.

The Sounds of Silence

I'm not normally one for those long-winded-photo montage types of posts. But there's no hiding the fact that I haven't been around these here parts for almost 4 months now. I hope that you'll excuse my absence and excuse this photo-recap of a Fuller Summer. Believe me, I have more important things to blog about, but I feel that I won't quite be able to move on until I do this. This was My Fuller Life after all.

First of all, I kicked off summer with a bang - literally, and landed myself in Urgent Care on Memorial Day with these:

And about 10 days later they turned into this:


I probably don't have to tell you that bandaged hands aren't very conducive for performing any sort of task, let alone changing poopy diapers. I have never been seriously injured or operated on or really been in any situation (besides giving birth) that has required me to depend on others for help. So let me tell you, this "burn victim" thing was a huge lesson in pride for me. And I stand at this end of it able to look back and be so thankful for my amazing husband and servant-minded friends and family who gave and helped so selflessly. Amazing.

With bandaged hands I was still able to run with my Anna in her first 5K. She did amazing and wasn't the least bit embarrassed to run with her mummy-hands mom!


I also made 120 of these puppies for my dear friend's wedding! I think my house smelled like honeysuckle for the rest of the month, but it was so worth it.


Half of our electricity bill this summer has been from charging the batteries for these:


Charge the batteries overnight - put them in the vehicles in the morning - drive around the yard all day - bring the batteries inside and plug them in. Repeat.
The good news is, both boys are excellent drivers and should be able to pass their drivers exam by the age of 8. The bad news is they sometimes suffer from road rage and will resort to chasing one another down. Ty has been known to carry part of a fence post in his vehicle which he has tried using as an offensive weapon on occasion. We're working on that...

We've also spent a lot of time here (bonus points for the times we went with cousins!):


Tony and I are working hard to raise our kids to have great taste in music. So far we've been successful! We were excited to take Anna to her first official concert this summer. She loved it and sang along with these guys to every single one of their songs:


And those guys are NeedToBreathe. If you haven't heard them, I suggest you go take a listen. Now. Don't worry, I'll still be here when you get back.

The biggest excitement of the summer is that this little man...

IS TALKING!!! Prayers are being answered....speech therapy is working! And I just can't tell you enough how much I love his voice. Love it. Love. It.
I don't always understand what he's saying yet, but he's trying and that's the most important part.

And finally...just a few days ago...in a matter of minutes, my sweet daughter went from this:


To this:

Yikes! They grow up too fast!
Case in point:


When did I get old enough to have a 3rd grader and a Kindergartner?!?

In closing, I wish I had a picture to share of a big fat "SOLD" sign in front of a certain house, which shall remain nameless.
Ugh.
I don't.
So we keep praying.
One of these days I think I'm going to make the persistent widow in the Bible look pathetic.