Lucky me!

Today I had to have a picture made......those are the words I hate the most, well almost; after, it's time to buy a bathing suit and this way to the MRI! Actually as far as freak outs go the MRI is the worst. Never ending cold sweats and the closing of my throat because of a lack of air or even the ability to breathe at all and a full-on panic attack. And that is the least of it. I have never prayed so fully believing that If the Lord wasn't there with me, I could not go through it (and HE did show up..thanks Lord); only one other time was His presence was so real, was while on a missions trip in Belize and Guatemala. So, needless to say the MRI takes the cake in the scared to death category. So anyways.....the photo shot, eeeekkkksss! Am I the only one who hates it? and to top it off it was really, really close up. Lord, please remind them to use photoshop, please take off all those pounds that the camera adds. I would like to say that there were seven cameras (doing the math in my head if a(1) camera adds ten pounds!) but thats not the way it was. Just one really close. I think I can only name one time I thought I made a good picture, my wedding day, and that's because of my beautiful husband was beside me. I regress! Why do I hate it so? Probably because I have to really look at myself and that opens up a whole kettle of fish that is simply scarey. That's when I come to the realization that I am not actually the 9 year old little girl I used to be or the carefree college student listening to Beach Boys and driving around with my friends and lovin' life! Or even the young bride who has the whole new world ahead of her, planning a new family and a new thrilling life. I have been there and done that and I have the scrapes and scares to prove it. But what I really need to remember is the blessings and gifts that I have been given. The real life world and the opportunities I have been given and to get to live it with the man who still steals my heart everyday and with the children I am so blessed to have. God is good and He does give us the desires of our hearts. A funny side note, to me at least: when I graduated high school we had to write what we wanted to be when we grew up...I put some lofty ideas about being an interpreter at the U.N. (French by the way, until I hit college and had a German teacher who taught french.....I was OUT!) and then maybe a teacher and then I stated..."if all else fails I will be a wife and mother!" As if that would be the worst option, silly girl! So, needless to say, I am not an interpreter at the U.N. and I am not an "official" teacher and I became the when all else fails.....a wife and mother! And I have never looked back......that's the picture I had taken. A wife of a lovely man and the mother of four amazing people. Wow! I made out like a bandit! Lucky me!