I’m moving to a new webhost sometime in the next few hours, and if all goes as planned, you won’t even notice.

And of course I’m not really the one moving. The blog is moving. I am quite happy here in my circa-1974 home, thankyouverymuch. But the blog wanted more room to stretch out or entertain or somesuch nonsense.

The blog is so demanding.

Anyway, if you have any trouble accessing the blawg, just know that it’s temporary, and I’ll be back with All The Average just as soon as possible.

Thank you and have a lovely Monday.

Happy Anniversary, Mr. BooDaddy.

Here are eleven reasons why I’m proud to be your wife.

(I KNOW!)

(A LIST!)

(SHOCKING.)

1. You always do what you say you’re going to do. And because of that, you don’t make empty promises.

2. You make your family a priority. Every single day. Even when you’re swamped with work, you make time to sit down and see what’s going on with the little man and me, and you never make us feel like there’s something else you need to be doing. You’re a phenomenal daddy.

3. Whenever Alex and I walk in the door, you are always visibly happy to see us. Always.

4. You’re a morning person. And as a result of your cheerful morning example, we have a little boy who says “GOOD MORNING!” as soon as his feet hit the floor in the AM. Which is so much more pleasant than if he were to grumble for the first hour that he’s awake. Like, you know, I do.

5. You handle our money stuff. You keep me in the loop, and I always know what’s going on, but you take care of all the day-to-day responsibilities. And I am so grateful for that. Plus, you understand numbers, which is oh-so-helpful for the math-challenged likes of me.

6. You have incredible discernment. Whereas I tend to jump in just about any situation feet first and figure that everything will work out in the end, you hang back, survey the lay of the land, and see all the things that I don’t. You keep us on an even keel.

7. You’re not afraid to ask tough questions.

8. You’re not afraid to give honest answers.

9. And you’re not afraid to admit when you’re wrong.

10. You have stretched waaaay outside your comfort zone in the last year. And it’s been totally inspiring to see how God has worked in and through you. I get all teary-eyed when I think about it, because He’s done some mighty big things.

BIG!

HUGE!

11. You know every single bit of my junk – the procrastinating, the bad moods, the mistakes of my 20s, the horrific singing, the fears of my 30s, the freakish love of fried chicken, the impatience, the quirks, the stuff that keeps me awake at night, the annoying tendency to let laundry overtake random surfaces in our house – and you love me anyway.

Happy Number Eleven. It hasn’t always been easy, but it’s always been worth the fight. It still is.

I love you.

If you’re going to She Speaks this year, head on over to Lysa’s blog – she has some info that you’ll find oh-so-helpful.

And also, I just got out of bed, and it’s 10:15 in the morning.

That has absolutely nothing to do with She Speaks, of course, but still. I’m somewhat fascinated by the fact that I slept so late. I got in the bed to read around 9:30 last night, and the next thing I knew, Alex was patting me on the back and telling me that it was okay to wake up because he and my daddy had been to McDonald’s.

It was the crack of ten, thankyouverymuch.

And so here I sit. In my pajamas. In my parents’ den. With my hair in a clip. And it’s almost lunchtime.

Why, I practically feel sixteen again.

Maybe I need to find an old Phil Collins cassette and play it while I try to figure out what colors of scrunchy socks I’m going to layer underneath my acid-washed jeans.

And if you’ll excuse me, I really need to go fix my bangs.

Way back in the winter, when Target was having its annual toy clearance, I picked up several things to keep on hand for birthday presents this spring.

And sure enough, we gave away every single toy – except for a lone Batman sword that was still hiding out in our hall closet.

And the other day, when I was in the throes of All The Cleaning, I found it.

So I took it out of the box.

And I gave it to Alex.

And OH. MY. WORD. – you would not believe the Batman Ninja Madness that has overtaken our home. The little man has used his mad sword-wielding skillz to challenge, among other things, the couch, the chairs around the kitchen table, several very tall trees in the front yard and countless imaginary bad guys.

It cracks me up.

But here’s what’s even better.

When he’s not busy fighting off imaginary foes, he walks around the house with his sword at the ready. Just like this.

I guess a little boy never knows when he’s going to be called on to defend the realm.

Or, you know, to defend his playroom.

Whichever the case may be.

Congratulations, Linda!

And if you’ll email me your mailing address, I’ll get the stack-o-CDs shipped out to you ASAP.

Thanks, everybody, for the fun!

Sunday afternoon I decided that Alex’s closet was cluttered enough to be deemed Officially Hazardous, so yesterday I spent most of the morning sorting through old books, old clothes, old toys and old shoes.

And in case you’re wondering if I took a picture of the final product, well, OF COURSE I DID.

Now granted, you can only see one side of closet in the picture, but the other side of the closet is cleaned out, too. And besides, do you notice THAT WHOLE BIG SPACE WITH NOTHING ON IT?

I’m telling you: that whole big space with nothing on it is one of the crowning achievements of my life.

Or at least of my life in, you know, May.

And ever since I finished working in that closet, I have been on what my mama would call a RIP IT. I’ve stripped beds, mopped floors, cleaned bathrooms, washed and put away about eight loads of laundry, and I’m about to tackle my baseboards as soon as I post this because I believe it’s been well-established that I am an all-or-nothing girl, so as far as I’m concerned I can either clean my house until it shines or sit on the couch, eat Cheetos and watch HGTV.

And today I choose to clean.

But tomorrow there’s an excellent chance that the Cheetos will win.

(Now please hold for one second while I mop.)

(I’m not even kidding.)

(I’m making you sort of tired, aren’t I?)

(IMAGINE WHAT A DELIGHT IT IS TO LIVE WITH ME!)

(Okay. I’m back now.)

Anyway!

At some point in my massive housecleaning extravaganza, I decided to tackle the bar in our living room, and I kept finding CDs tucked away in drawers. And after I happened upon about the ninth CD, I was all, Why do I have all these CDs taking up valuable storage space? Couldn’t I be using this space much more effectively? Like to store Windex? Or Pledge? Or Clorox? Or some other cleaning product that would help me to maintain the completely unattainable level of clean that I am striving for over the next two days before I get back on the couch and eat Cheetos again?

Oh, make no mistake, people: I am a CARNIVAL of insanity.

So!

I now have this stack-o-CDs that I don’t really need anymore because they’re either a preview copies someone sent me or they’re left over from a giveaway or they’re already on my iTunes or someone is sneaking into my house at night and leaving stray copies of contemporary Christian music in random drawers behind the bar in my living room.

Regardless!

I’d love to send one of you the whole stack-o-CDs. There are probably eleven or twelve CDs in the stack right now (Third Day, Leeland, Casting Crowns, Matt Redman, etc. and so on and so forth), but that number could increase as I clean out additional drawers in additional areas of the house where I’m doing some additional cleaning.

CAN ANYONE TELL THAT I’M HOME ALONE TODAY?

So if you’d like to win, just leave me a comment and tell me so. I’ll close the comments sometime tomorrow morning and then select a winner using random.org.

Please know that my crazy and I thank you in advance for your participation.

And have a great day, y’all.

This giveaway is now closed.