The imperfect

In my twenties I remember meeting this gorgeous guy and going on a date with him. I mean he was beautiful. When we went out I couldn't wait for the night to be over, he was really nice and seemed like a perfect gentleman--but 100% dumb. He was the male version of Jessica Simpson. I passed his house the other day and it reminded me of him. Upon remembering it the experience just proved to me, God might give you a lot, but he is not going to give anyone the whole package.

My happy place is OBX---every summer I go there with my family and spend two weeks---in pure relaxation. One of my favorite things to do there is visit the Whale Head Cub. It is this old mansion type house, and when I first visited it there wasn't a lot of furniture in it, and every year the curator finds more original pieces and adds them to the house. It's a work in progress (like all of us), but it is beautiful at every stage(like all of us). My favorite place on the Whalehead Club tour is the kitchen. Big beautiful kitchen---all pink tile--except one white tile. When the tour guide brings you to the kitchen he/she states, "It is believed that there is one white tile, because nothing is ever perfect, except God". I get scared sometimes because I love my life; I have a great husband, a fabulous and supportive family and I feel very complete, except for one thing--our baby.

Sidenote: The original owners of the Whale head Club, the Knights, I always got the sense that they were childless*--and I think this picture confirms it for me.




*Except one Fur-baby


My hope for today..that one day we believe our child is a truly perfect gift that God created (imperfections and all)!