Saturday, July 30, 2011

Folks call me Dill.

Boy, oh boy, it’s a boy! I’m about 24 weeks into my pregnancy with what appears to be (according to the extra little somethin’ somethin’ on the ultrasound) a little boy! We are so pumped. We have heard the most hilarious theories as of late as to what contributes to whether you have a boy or girl - such as that if the father is an “alpha male” that he won’t produce boys because then there would be a male in his household that could challenge him. Ahem…lame! Heard another theory that whichever spouse is the most emotionally supportive in the relationship around the time of conception will determine the gender (so if momma is carrying the emotional load, you will have a girl, etc). Again, lame. But don’t lie, you know if you have kids you just mentally tested those theories out in your own life…..”yeah, I was sort of the more emotionally stable when when little sally was born!.” Anyways, last time I checked it is strictly a matter of God’s design and we are glad that He designed for us the opportunity to parent both a daughter and a son.

And now onto the name. I know what you’re thinking…”Don’t tell people because what if you change your name.” Well, we won’t. We are naming our son after a beloved family member in our lives whose wife passed away just over a year ago. We told her just before she died that we would name a son after them if we ever had one. Not that we would want to, but that’s not exaclty something you go back on. Anywho, his name will be CHARLES BAKER LEATHERS and we will call him BAKER. Lewis and Delena Baker have been a part of Eric’s family for, well, ever. He pastored Eric’s mom and then Eric and his brother at Antioch Presbyterian Church in Eric’s hometown. They really KNOW and really LOVE Jesus and the rivers of blessing that have flowed through them reach to places and people too numerous to count. Lewis is quiet, funny, wise, full of the Word, and charming. Delena was a deeply loving firecracker of a godly woman. They did our premarital counseling and Lewis performed our wedding. Our prayer is that our sweet son will set his gaze on Jesus, above all else, as the Bakers have done. Eric is the 9th generation of first-born males named Charles (he’s Charles Eric). My prayer is that Baker will love like his daddy loves - first Jesus, then others. No one does it better.

One of the only belly shots I have is from our June trip to Ocean Isle. We didn’t know yet if it was a boy or girl so wrote both names, and no, you can’t see the girl one because if we have ever have another girl we will totally use it!

But the sentimentality doesn’t stop there. Harper was not necessarily named after Harper Lee, author of To Kill a Mockingbird, but we certainly do love that book and read it to Harper when she was teeny tiny. Check out this exerpt from page 7 of our copy.

“That was the summer Dill came to us…We stared at him until he spoke. ‘Hey,’ ‘Hey yourself,” Jem said pleasantly. ‘I’m Charles Baker Harris, I can read.’ …Jem brushed his hair back to get a better look, ‘Why don’t you come over here Charles Baker Harris,’ he said, ‘Lord, what a name.’’Folks call me Dill,’ said Dill, struggling under the fence.”

Lord, what a name, is right! And what a boy you will be. And what a spectacular big sister awaits you. She is more captivating all the time. We cannot wait for your story to unfold, Charles Baker Leathers. Folks will call you Baker.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

So much. Still good.

Hello long lost blogging world. I have officially missed you. I just went back and read over my last blog post from like 26 years ago and realize it sounded very mysterious, cryptic, and a little dramatic. Sorry about that. But really, a lot of life has been going on around here and I am dying to process it via blog and bring you all up to speed on Leathers life, complete with lots of sweet pics of one seriously hilarious 21 month old. Just yesterday I was telling her that Jesus was God's son (sacred moment, right?). She responded in kind by making fart sounds on her arm and laughing in appropriately.

All that said, here's a rundown of all the once-cryptic stuff that has been going on with us. Well, I'm pregnant. No surprise there. I realized we weren't telling folks last time I blogged and I'm now 6 months along with a little boy but as many of you know, realizing you are pregnant sort of, well, heightens things. In addition to that we decided to try and sell our house (in order to buy a one story in town) in sort of a "less is more" approach. We also made the impossible decision to put down our hound dog, Cota. In a nutshell he didn't exactly love our child and was incredibly difficult and we decided he could never survive anywhere but with us b/c he had a plethora of issues. If you are sort of neutral on dogs you probably just skimmed over that statement, and that's fine. But if your dogs are part of your family then you can feel me on that one. He was only 5 years old and the day after we decided to put him down we found out our rescue dog had aggressive cancer and had only weeks to live. Okay, give me a moment. A little emotional still as I re-tell it and I'll have to dedicate an entire blog post to our sweet dogs, but for now just a recap. All that said, we put them down within 2 days of each other. It was beyond heartbreaking. All while my new job continues to be bigger than we had planned and Eric's job was becoming more demanding by the moment. So demand was GREAT, resources were FEW, and emotions were SPENT.

My plan is to offer a lot more thoughts and insight into each of these areas as I get my blog-legs back because truthfully the Lord has been weaving in and out of every nook and cranny of these experiences which, in isolation don't seem that big of a deal, but in conjunction with each other were crazy-making at times.

So I need to go organize pics and my thoughts to begin rolling out the posts because much has happened (in addition to the crazy stuff)....we went to the beach for a week, Harper was a flower girl (be still my heart), my belly is becoming more bulbous by the day, I revisited by therapist (God bless you jayne lessard), we took high school kids to camp, have made some more definitive plans for the Fall, and on an on.

But let's just say this I know for sure:

He IS the blessing. HE is the blessing. He is the BLESSING. While driving around one day, feeling like I was going crazy for all the shifts going on in our life and cursing my broken AC in my car on a 99 degree day, Jesus made that clear. You do not need your air fixed. You do not need to sell your house. You do not need your dogs to live. You do not need more support. You do not need less demands. You need more of me. I am the blessing. Knowing me. This is the blessing.

This I know. To this I can surrender.