Wednesday, April 30, 2014

26 YEARS OF AWESOME.

On April 30, 26 years ago, David was born into the world.  Of course I didn't know it at the time, and until our lives merged 21 years later, I didn't know what I had been missing out on.  So, on this, David's 26th birthday, here are 26 things that make David Douma the greatest blessing in my life, and the awesome person he is!


1.  He loves dogs.  As you may know, we recently adopted a new member into our family.  Little Tex is a joy, and the decision to bring him home is owed, in no small way, to David.  I believe dog people are the best kind is, and that’s definitely true when it comes to David.

2.   He's the world's best dad! From Daddy Daughter Dates to fun family traditions, David loves spending time with his girls.  No matter how busy he may be, they’d never know it.  He always makes the most of his time for them, and there’s no mistaking how much he adores them.  Just watching him with our kiddos teaches me about how to be a better parent.

3.  He loves Disney.  I’ve always liked Disney movies, but I’ve never met someone who loved Disney quite as much as David does.  And even though I’ve been known to complain about the portion of mall time allotted to the Disney store, I think it says a lot about the things David values: family, fun, humor, overcoming trials, and happy endings. 

4.  He is driven.  When David decides he wants something, he sets his mind on it, and everything between that moment and the finish line is just details.  We’ve accomplished some hard things in our life together, and so much of that can be attributed to his drive and determination.  Along those same lines…

5.  He's a hard worker with a sense of duty.  Whether it’s fulfilling church responsibilities, to completing all of the CPA exams in one summer, or getting through a 70 hour work week, David just does it.  And what’s more, he somehow manages to come out smiling!  His work ethic has brought so many blessings to our family. 

6.  He has a great attitude.  Some things in life make you smile.  Other things make you cry.  Sometimes the good outweighs the bad, and sometimes it’s the other way around.  David believes that happiness is a choice.  So when life starts to get him down, he finds some way to be happy. 

7.  He can eat at least a dozen chocolate chip cookies at a time and not gain an ounce.  O.K. I kind of hate this.  On the other hand, I hope our children inherit those genes.

8.  He looks good in anything.  O.K., I kind of hate this one too.  Especially when I’m pregnant and standing in front of the mirror my fifth outfit.  That long, lean physique gives us all something to envy.



9.  He’s dang good at putting a baby to sleep. Whether it’s the knee bopping, or the hand holding, or whatever else it could be, this is a gift surpassing all gifts.  He's often asked by women in the halls at church if he can work his magic on their babies.  I mean seriously, what woman wouldn’t appreciate this?

10. He's a visionary man.  When we had to make the choice of where to put down roots, David’s head was filled with visions of warm climates, Barbecue, and longhorn cattle.  Mine was not.  But now that we live in Austin, TX, I’m grateful every day for persistence and his power of persuasion.  Speaking of which…


11. He can argue almost anything convincingly.  This comes in handy when playing the devil’s advocate, a favorite game of his.  It makes for some entertaining, if not enlightening, conversations!

12.  He’s got a sense of humor, and keeps me on my toes.  Sometimes I still can’t tell whether he’s being serious or not. 

13. He's a good friend.  And not only to me.  I’m amazed and his ability to maintain meaningful and lasting relationships with friends from as far back as elementary school.  I think this says a lot about the kind of person he is.


14.  He has integrity. Plain and simple.

15.  He tells it like it is, and doesn’t sugar coat things.  You know that 'smile and nod' thing we all do sometimes?  Not David.  He’s trustworthy and reliable in any situation.

16. He embraces his inner child.  David doesn’t waste any time taking himself too seriously or trying to prove himself to anyone.  While he’s more mature than most where it counts, he’s a fun-loving, playful guy who brings out the magic in life. 

17. He loves God.  His love for God and faith in Christ is a constant in his life and part of a strong foundation that our family is built upon.


18. I’ve never doubted his love for me.  This has nothing to do with me and everything to do with the kind of husband he is.  I’m grateful for this every day.

19. He’s a good dish washer.  And I hardly have to remind him to do it!  But seriously, he’s willing to share the burden when I need a little break, and sometimes, that just means the world sometimes.

20. He doesn’t complain when the house is messy.  Not that this ever happens.  Haha… Sigh.  But really, he makes me feel like he assumes that I’m already doing my best, and that he appreciates what I have done instead of noticing what I’ve missed. 

21. He’s patient with me. I know there must be times I frustrate him, especially when I’m been irrationally cranky or critical.  But somehow he weathers it, and I think we can attribute no small part of the happiness of our marriage to his patience.

22. He has an undying love and an uncanny knowledge of almost every sport. I won’t pretend that I always appreciate this - I admit, I can only watch so much football.  But looking at so many of the ways people spend their down time, I’ve thought many times how grateful I am that David has such a good hobby.  (Shh!  Don’t tell him I said that!) Besides, that kind of knowledge of anything is a pretty remarkable!


23. He loves life.  Whether it’s a spur of the moment Sheryl Crow concert, a drive out it the country, or just watching a movie as a family, David is always on the lookout for ways to enjoy life.  No rough time has ever felt all that rough.

24. He’s good at being on time.   This is one of the many ways in which his strengths balance my weaknesses.  And along that line…

25. He’s good with the green stuff – and I don’t mean salad!  David is good at budgeting and making sacrifices, while without ever feeling like we’re missing out on life.  This is certainly not a strength of mine, and I shudder to think what life would be like without this gift of his. 

26. He makes some cute kids!  I guess I helped a little, and I might be a bit biased, but just look at these two.  More importantly, he values having children more than the many other things we could be doing in life.  And that’s pretty awesome.




K, I know that’s 26 but it was hard enough squeezing it all into this many, so just one more…

27. HE MAKES LIFE AWESOME! Life can’t always be peaches and cream, but of all the people in the world to go through it with, our family is so lucky to have David.  So happy birthday, Babe.  Looking forward to many, many more.


Monday, April 28, 2014

Hiking in the Hill Country

Last Friday, something unusual happened:  I had the car for the whole day!  There was lots I could have done (errands, grocery shopping, etc.) that I wouldn't be able to get done on the weekend.  But it was a beautiful day, and I decided it would be a shame to waste such a day and such an opportunity, on errands.  So on a whim, I called up my friend Denise and she, the girls, and I set out adventuring.  

I was surprised to see numerous results come up when I googled "hiking in Austin, TX".  Apparently Austin has some great, if not mountainous, hikes!  The one I chose at random was the Bull Creek Greenbelt, just off of the Capital of Texas Highway.  What it lacked in elevation, it made up for with all kinds of little wonders I didn't expect.



We set out walking down a shady path lined with cacti and all kinds of greenery.  Watching the girls out in nature was so much fun!  They ran along like curious little puppies sniffing from one thing to the next, picking up branches as if they were shiny swords, or small grey rocks as if they were jewels.  
 Down the trail a little ways, we followed a stone staircase that led to a clearing.

At the bottom, we were delighted to find a stream bed, just a few inches deep.  Of course we took our shoes off and played in the water!
We've been reading about tadpoles and their fascinating transformation from egg to frog, so when Denise discovered a tadpole, we were all very excited.

Afton found a little waterfall that had smoothed out the slippery rocks under it, carving out a perfect slide.  She was determined to use it for its obvious purpose.  We did not.








I walked with the girls as they splashed in the water with their bare feet, uninhibited and without concern.  Together we discovered new creatures in the water, and caught our balance on the slippery rocks.  I watched them relish the challenge of stepping from rock to rock, or climbing over a big log, and I saw the wonder of childhood through their eyes.  

We walked along the stream on our way back to the car.  We spotted some colorful caterpillars, and some turtles swimming freely in a deep green swimming hole that I can't wait to visit again when I have my swimming suit with me! 

The more of this earth I get to know, the more amazed I am at the beauty of it.  Our Heavenly Father must love us immensely to have created such beauty just for us.  Too much cannot be said about the wonders of this earth, or the joy and wonder that can be felt as we let it become a part of us.  Grateful for an awesome day.  

Friday, April 25, 2014

Easter Chez Nous

I love Easter.  I love everything about it, from the soft pastel colors to the images of chicks and baby bunnies, and of course the chocolate.  I love the excitement and wonder of setting out to hunt for eggs, and there's nothing quite as magical as finding a tiny, smooth little egg nestled in an unlikely place.  

While I don't know the roots of these odd traditions (bunnies don't lay eggs, duh!) I love what they represent for me:  memories of family fun and childhood joy, and fun-filled symbols of new life.  As I ponder on the reason we celebrate Easter, I am deeply grateful for Jesus Christ and the fact that he died, and rose again, so that we can one day  do the same.  It's because of Him that I, and my family, can experience the joy that is captured in these pictures.  Happy (late) Easter!

Paisley and Afton, loving the Texas bluebonnets

Before: Lining up for the hunt

After
 On Easter Sunday, we joined some friends for a delicious dinner and an Easter egg hunt they put on for the kids.  It was amazing and the girls absolutely loved it!  

Afton filling her basket, hand-made by my wonderful friend

Both of the girls on the hunt



Afton was slow enough that we could snap a few good pictures of her.  Paisley was pretty much a blur!

See that blue bunny in the background?  Also sewn by Denise, one for each of the girls.  The talent!



Our best attempt at a family picture.  Who wants to smile for a picture when there are eggs to be opened?
We ended the weekend feeling so grateful for the kind and giving friends we've been blessed with, and for our Savior Jesus Christ.  I love the Easter message captured in this short video about Christ.  I hope this brings as much joy to your life as it does to ours!

Friday, January 24, 2014

I don't have a picture, because I have the memory instead.

I love taking pictures.  Instagram, Facebook, blogging, scrap booking, journaling, and pretty much any way I can document and preserve the precious moments of life. I love looking back on photos of my past and remembering the beauty of moments that might have otherwise been forgotten.  I love being able to share these moments with friends and family with the press of a button.  So, picture taking?  All for it.  But the other day something happened that put all this into perspective. 

January 20, 2014.  It was Martin Luther King Day, and my two little girls and I were at the park, basking in the balmy 80 degree Austin weather.  I was sitting with some friends on the picnic blankets, chatting and watching the kids run around in the fields.  A line of children was forming in front of one dad who was pitching to a batter barely taller tan the racket he was gripping.  Kids who had never been introduced chased each other and wrestled playfully in the grass, careful to sidestep the very small children trying to join in the excitement. Footballs flying, sun shining, it was a happy picture of freedom, fun, and memories in the making. 

My interest waned from the mommy-conversation for a moment as I scanned the field for my two little girls.  There they were, across the field.  Paisley, in her blonde pig tails and pink cowgirl boots, with already grass-stained knees, marched with some unknown purpose across the field.  In her almost 3-year-old mind, there is always some adventure to be had and some quest to conquer. Little one-year-old Afton wandered bravely through the field of people big and small as if in search of something.  Moments after I spotted them, Afton spotted Paisley and began waddling excitedly toward her.  I watched as Paisley marched on, unaware of her tiny pursuer, who ran after her reaching out for her repeatedly, only to miss her by a hair. 

My mommy heart was captured.  What would happen?   Would Afton lose her balance as she happily lunged for her beloved sister?  Would hopeful Afton’s wide eyes fill with tears when her sister noticed her and left her to play with her bigger friends? Or would Paisley simply march on and leave Afton in her dust, never knowing she was there? 

Afton must have called out for Paisley amidst all the happy noise, because just as I thought Afton was ready to give up, Paisley turned.  (The thought entered my mind, “Where’s my camera?”).  Instead of sending her away, Paisley bent down slightly, and took Afton’s small hand, securing it in hers.  She slowly began to walk beside Afton, leading her through the chasers and the kite flyers, the wrestlers and the ball-players.  She led Afton gently up her favorite hill, which she knows Afton could spend hours conquering triumphantly time and time again. She then paused to observe where Afton wanted to go, giving her a chance to lead. 

My mommy heart swelled to bursting as I watched the love between sisters and soaked in this perfect, sweet moment.  I wished I could capture this innocent expression of kindness and friendship between sisters and keep it forever.


This morning, as I revisited the experience in my mind, I found myself wishing I had a picture to immortalize this moment.  I had taken so many other cute pictures at the park that day, but no moment had been as special as this.  And that’s when it occurred to me.  Maybe no moment was quite as special because I didn't have my camera.  I wasn't fumbling in my purse or adjusting settings.  I wasn't trying to get the right angle or background.  I was just sitting, watching, my whole mind and heart caught up in this tender moment. 

Now, I don't mean to say there aren't moments I'm eternally grateful that I have a camera.  Some of the photos I have are priceless treasures that I wouldn't trade for anything.  And I hope in years to come these photos will immortalize our little family and serve as links between us and future generations.   But this time, I'm happy to write it all out.  This time, I'm grateful I didn't sacrifice a second of it in exchange for a single snapshot.

This time, I’m grateful to say, I don’t have a photo to go with this post.  I don’t have a picture, because I have the memory instead.

Just for fun, here's one from earlier this week that I think illustrates the relationship between these two pretty well.  Totally candid shot.  What more could a mom ask for?


Monday, December 9, 2013

Happy Sinterklaas!

As the Dutch know well, December 6th is a magical day - it is the day Sinterklaas (or St. Nicholas) comes to town! It was an especially magical Sinterklaas day for us this year.  We spent some time preparing, and getting the kids excited for it.  We even borrowed some books and videos from the library that talked about St. Nicholas and what he has to do with Christmas.  More about this later.  For now, here are some pictures of Sinterklaas 2013.  
  
The girls were both ecstatic about their wooden shoes. 
After laying the shoes out by the door, along with a plate full of lettuce for Sinterklaas' horse Amerigo, it was time for bed.
The next morning we woke the girls up early to some Sinterklaas music, and they ran out to see see what was in their shoes.


Paisley was happy to find some drop (Dutch black licorice) in her shoes.




And she was thrilled to unwrap her favorite Christmas movie (Elf).
Sinterklaas was also kind enough to stop by Grandma's house in Canada and pick up a little package for the girls.
I think Paisley was pretty excited about that one too.  What do you think?

Meanwhile, Afton devoured the licorice and pepernoten (little gingerbread cookies).
She couldn't be bothered to pose for a picture.
The girls and I spent the day making kerstkranjes (Dutch wreath cookies) for our Sinterklaas party that night.  These are yummy to eat and look nice tied with some ribbon and hung on a Christmas tree!

At the party in the evening, there was lots of yummy food - stuffed pork, fried mushrooms, cinnamon glazed carrots, olliebollen, speculaas,Wassail, vla and more.  We ate, sang Sinterklaas songs (with horrible pronunciation, I'm sure), visited with good people and even had a pretend Sinterklaas where all the kids pretended to be asleep and their shoes were filled with treats.  




Naturally, while the other babies look at the camera, Afton is eyeing baby-in-pink's sucker, which she promptly grabbed seconds after this picture.  

All in all, it was a day of culture, friendship, food, gifts and fun.  Of course the reason we celebrate Dutch Christmas is because David is Dutch, and we want to keep those traditions alive. But it also gave us a chance to spend some time learning about St. Nicholas.  I've often wondered what Santa Claus has to do with the birth of Christ, or whether it's just a way of promoting all the commercialism surrounding Christmas.  Without going into all the details of his story, St. Nicholas was a man who found joy in giving.  His parents died when he was young, and he found that what brought him happiness was bringing happiness to others through the giving of gifts.

 If there is going to be any commercializing of the celebration of this season celebrating Christ's birth, I'm glad that it is centered around a good, loving man who gave from the kindness of his heart. After all, this is exactly what the Savior did.  He gave willingly and unselfishly, even to the giving of His own life.  There are many legends of St. Nicholas giving to those who were in desperate need.  And there is no better time than Christmas to remember how desperately we each need the eternal gift that the Savior gave to each of us.

I provided a link for a Veggie Tales movie above, and I just want to share the part I found most touching. Hope you enjoy as much as I did!  Happy Sinterklaas and Merry Christmas.