Valentine's Day isn't just about romance...

My kids amaze me, constantly. I even feel like- scratch that, I know that- God uses them to teach me. With the day of love approaching, my mind is on cards, candy, and whatnot, trying to cover my bases as a good wife and mom. Leave it to Elijah to remind me of the greatest love of all.

Each day when I pick him up from school I ask him about his day. Most days the answer is, "I don't want to talk about it now, Mom, maybe later." (typical male) Monday I was surprisingly relieved to see the excitement on his face when he handed me a red heart he made in class. This was a rare opportunity with him, so I better take it. I assumed the heart was made for me, as sweet little boys often do. But he had a different idea. He said, "Look what I drew, Mom. It's me, my heart, and God. I'm giving my heart to God." This is great! One, he has listened to what Jason and I have taught him, and is beginning to understand it. And two, he has just given me a wink from God to remind me that His love, the TRUE love, should be celebrated this holiday.

So, Elijah just changed my idea of what Valentine's Day symbolizes. Maybe he changed yours too. I hope so.

Here I go.

I've always thought these blogs were fun, for other people of course. I enjoy being nosey and reading about the goings-on of my friends, but in no way is my life interesting enough or my writing intelligent enough to have my own. At least that's what I've convinced myself. On the other hand, journaling has always helped me to take note of special moments and thoughts, sort through it all, and learn.

So, here it is. Here's my attempt to push myself out of my comfort zone and share my simple life. No promises that it will be exciting. No promises that I have any poetic ability. And, most certainly, no promises that I will be a diligent blogger.