Come and Listen

I've been waiting for the right moment to start blogging.  Wanting my first post to be the "perfect" topic.  Something "aha" if you will.  Months after creating the template, I'm finally breaking down and writing my first post.  And I know after a few short sentences that it will be mere ramblings.

Last night I spent some time googling infant buntings (fancy for snowsuit) as the days are becoming cool and winter is imminent.  Those mini pieces of fleece that will keep my young son warm cost a fortune.  Some, the ones I like, were upwards of $100+. And to think he'll only wear it for a few.short.months and he will probably twist and turn as we wrangle him in to it each day.  No thanks.

I found a bunting at the second hand store a stones throw from our front door.  For $3.00.  Granted I hemmed and hawed over it because it's blue and ...yellow... but broke down and bought it because it has some black in it too.  It's Columbia.  It's fleece.  It'll keep the lil' man warm.  And it was $3.00.  For that I am thankful.

God provides.

Last night I also browsed craigslist for Halloween costumes.  End of last week we went to Carter's for some 1/2 off sales.  Lil' man needed footy pj's in his size and 50% is the best deal they offer short of x% off clearance prices.  Needless to say I looked at the Halloween costumes and backed away after noticing they were $38 full price, $22.50 out the door.  For one night.  I couldn't do it.  Figured I'd check craigslist instead or ask around for a costume we could borrow.  Cool story alert!  I arrived at work today and my coworker handed me a bag and said "this is for Jayse."  Inside?  A brand new tiger Halloween costume - purchased at Macy's, made by Carters!  Get out, God provides again!

Thankful tonight for the small ways our big God provides.

And the highlight of my night?  Jayse was tuckered out and fell asleep in my arms while rocking.  Since he's started to fall asleep in his crib, those sweet moments of him falling asleep in my arms after nursing are few and far between.  So I held him.  Because I could.  And I enjoyed every single sweet moment of having him in my arms.  There were dishes to be washed, work to be done, emails to be sent.  I held him anyway.  And while holding him, I kissed his soft little head, took in his freshly bathed sweet baby scent, admired his precious tiny baby hands, and hummed "Jesus loves me."  And my heart burst at the seams with love for my sweet baby boy.  And I was brought to tears by the love the Lord has for me and the ways in which He shows his love.  Love seen through a sweet little baby boy named Jayse; our precious gift from God who is destined for greatness.  Sweet dreams sweet baby boy.