I am a wife to an engineer who wishes he was a carpenter and a mother to three children. I love things like little girls in pink dresses with lots of tulle, Jesus because He loved me first, little boys in baseball caps, scripture verses that I am pretty sure were written just for me, a cup of coffee with hazelnut creamer, my satisfied soul during worship at our church, watching my husband draw out something really cool that he will soon build for me, a newly renovated room, candles, buying discounted furniture for rooms that only exist in my head, my cell phone, Aaron Shust music, Jimmy Buffett music (without the occasional bad word), and the movie You've Got Mail.
Oh it's happening. That is a real golden retriever puppy my Caroline is holding, with real fur that is going to be all over my house, and real puppy teeth that are going to attempt to chew on everything it sees, with a real bladder that is cannot yet hold, and a very real daddy that is the size of a small horse...and yet for some reason I can't wait for him to come home with us in two weeks. Aside from all these other problems that I have listed, there is yet another dilemma that is currently weighing on me: what are we going to name this boy???? Please help me, or otherwise my husband is going to make me name him Maximus, and then I am going to have to listen to "I am Maximus Desimus Meridius, Commander to the armies of the North, General to the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true Emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance in this life or the next"....for the rest of this dogs life.