Day 2,189

The Hurricane that Crashed on our Sixth

They're obsessed with bobbleheads. They ask daily when getting out of the shower if I can wrap the towel around their heads "like a bobblehead." They then spend the next five minutes squealing with laughter at their real-life bobblehead head. So you can imagine their excitement when happening across this lifesize bobblehead yesterday on the concourse. Pure joy, I tell ya. 

And then we discovered the carnival area in the outfield of the Braves' new ballpark. Their excitement soared. They had trouble understanding most of the games (as evidenced by the scores), but they wore smiles nonetheless. 

Yesterday was "getaway day," which wouldn't necessarily be an issue except when that coincides with nap times. At the very moment this photo was taken, there were probably 20 people in the room and yet, all three babes (Amelia's asleep in the stroller) were passed out. We had to wake them to get onto the bus, but the 45 minute cat nap helped ease the burden of flying with three cranky kiddies. 

Our bus to the airport was a quiet one. They were all still sleepy, so I held Bearett and Ella Mae while Dada and Amelia snuggled. She was missin her Daddy. 

And then, we were off to the next city; our grand evacuation adventure continuing on. Hurricane Irma smashed into our cities last night - which coincided with Adam and my Sixth Anniversary - and though there was certainly sustained damage to much of both places, our two homes were kindly spared. For that, we are grateful. It would've made this offseason a lot more complicated had it gone differently, so we're praising the Lord for the preservation of the place we find our most peaceful rest. But had things gone differently, we would still praise Him. Because always, He is worthy of it. Regardless of our circumstances. 

We didn't have much of a chance to consider our anniversary with everything that happened yesterday, much less celebrate it. But truly, we thrive in a marriage where daily, we find ways to celebrate the incredible work the Lord has done in our lives and marriage together. And still, we feel like newlyweds. I'm excited every day to wake up to him. To watch him raise my kids. To see him studying his Bible. To spend the early hours of the night talking to him. To fall asleep next to him. To welcome him home after a week away. Marriage has been the most sanctifying, exciting, and sweet treasure of my life. We love it. Dearly. We function as though we were literally one flesh, and though we have a long way to go, we welcome both the trials and joys with great expectation. The praise alone belongs to God, who graciously brought the two of us together, and who overtime, has convicted us, grown us, and brought us back to Himself time and time again in order that He'd be glorified through this marriage. My heart is overwhelmed by the love I have for Adam. And even moreso for Christ. Thank you for six beautiful years.