It's swimming...

I think it's funny how God shows up at just the right time in just the right way to let us know He's in control.

I started classes again, so now there are a few days each week I leave the house at 6:30 in the morning and walk back through the door around 10 PM. Yesterday was one of those days. Jer had spent the whole day meeting with people, but returned to an empty house.

When I got home, he was in a funk, mostly about 'momentum', but also about feeling lonely. And I don't like it when Jeremy is in a funk... I don't deal well with sadness. But I was completely absorbed by the fact I hadn't been home yet (needed to unload groceries, unpack my garbage, take my bath...) He decided that to spend time together, he would clean the bathroom while I did my thing so we could talk (best husband ever!)

But he was still pretty low when I was ready to go to bed. And then... the kid kicked me. Or flipped over. Or did something to say 'Hey! I'm here too!' It was a pretty cool moment in our house - the first time I was really aware there was something inside me. Jer and I have both decided that God gave us this baby as a reason to spend more time together. And as a way to not be consumed by church stuff.

It totally worked last night. So thanks, God.