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Scented Pinecones

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I show a little larger after a good Christmas party dinner . . .


Although I need to work on my posture. I'm not sure how much my back can take.
Mr Smith put my scented pine cones in my car.
I told him he took away my Christmas, 
but he's convinced they are making the apt smell bad
or at least mixing with something bad.

They'll come back. Although I have no idea what the mysterious smell is! I only smell it right when I walk in. It's rare that our apt is anything but clean, so we're keeping the fans on longer after the showers, we've lysoled the sink drain and checked for mysterious droppings behind the fridge (nothing). Maybe it's the dishwasher? Something in the water?

My nose hasn't really worked well since winter has kicked in. Plus I heard stuffy nose is common for pregnant women (it seems like everything is common). But we must please Mr Smith who INSISTS that the scented pine cones must go. 

I won't let him take away Christmas. The aroma in my car is going to hit me like a brick wall tomorrow morning though. Whatever.

One last work week for 2012! I'm so stoked.


Mr Smith also won't let me watch any more reportings on the elementary school shooting. I knew when I saw the cute faces I'd just die. Everyone wants an explanation, especially for something so unexpected. Sometimes, life doesn't offer a full explanation. Sometimes, it takes a little faith and increase of love & service. I definitely don't have many answers to life. But I know, I know that Christ is at the center, even if society pretends to ignore Him. He is hope. He is love. I also know we have our agency and challenges will come.

I can't keep this angel inside of me forever. One day she will enter this world and face the challenges that will inevitably come. We'll want so bad to shelter her from anything negative, but alas, we will teach her how to handle the negative, how to see the light and follow truth so that she can face the challenges with her head up and her faith firm.

While the world may be smelly, our hearts and homes don't have to be.


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  1. Dani20 December, 2012

    I love this. You are glowing. Like seriously!

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