Today marks the one year anniversary of our move to unincorporated living. We are still happy to be here! I vividly remember the Sunday morning, from last April, when my husband spoke for the very first time to what we now know as our local church. In ministerial terms, he was candidating, an interview of sorts. The church had put us up for the night in a brand new, beautifully spacious hotel suite and the boys slept in late, presumably due to their splishing and splashing in the pool with daddy the night before.
My husband needed to arrive early that morning, catching a ride with one of the church elders. I knew it would be a slightly crazy morning, getting the boys ready and packing up the car all by myself. But I planned things out the night before and felt fairly confident. I'll just get one of those luggage cart thingies, load everything on it along with the boys, and make one solitary trip down to Elsa. In theory, it was a grand idea. However, there was a pack-n-play involved. And when pack-n-plays are involved, grand ideas can quickly turn into sweaty messes.
I knew that I needed to be at the church by the time the service started. Obviously. I mean, first impressions here, friends! (smile) But as I worked feverishly to get the last stubborn pack-n-play hinge to close, I saw my window of (on time!) opportunity quickly disappearing. I was a hot mess. The boys were running around the hotel room unpacking the bags that I had carefully packed up just a few hours before and I was near tears. I began picturing myself driving into the parking lot, late, with the pack-n-play thrown on top of the volvo wagon. I finally decided that we had to just leave. I smooshed the unsubmissive pack-n-play, with an angry heave, into the back of Elsa, strapped the boys into their seats, and headed for the church. I was late. I was so embarrassed and upset. What would these people think of me? I couldn't even manage to be on time for the very first time my husband was officially interviewing?
As it happened, one of the deacons pulled in right next to us. I was afraid to even look his direction. But he met me at my door, wished us a happy morning-- with no mention of why in the world are you late and why is there a very sad looking pack-n-play wadded up in your trunk?-- but instead said to me, "could I carry Jobie in for you?" His kindness literally meant the world to me in that moment.
But let me finish out this story in a most unexpected way-- with a giveaway of all things! A few months ago, I was given a Breeze Playard from 4Moms. And while there are many things to love about this modern playard, the one thing that I appreciate so incredibly much is that it opens and closes with one single push/pull. I know that you might not believe me, so watch the video. I am here to tell you that this playard is like magic. And today, I'm giving one away in partnership with 4Moms! I love this company and their products and if you know me at all then you know that I am not just saying that. (I can guarantee you'll be hearing more about them on this journal in the coming months-- minus the frustrated baby parefenalia stories!) Enter below to win your very own Breeze Playard from 4Moms.
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