I am in Awe

I cannot even begin to describe how awe-strikingly amazing our bodies are. How can you not believe in God when experiencing the birth of an absolutely perfect human being? Though I am tired (no sleep in over 48 hours) and hungry (no real food in over 36)I couldn't be any more elated to have been invited to partake in such a glorious event.

Molly Elizabeth came into the world at 6:00pm tonight weighing 7lbs 5 oz, 19 inches long. After exhausting all avenues, she eventually arrived by c-section. She is perfect. Gorgeous. She is so much more than ten fingers and ten toes; she already has her own little personality and has managed to have her daddy wrapped around her little finger since he first set eyes on her.

The intimacy of the love that exists so instantly and ferociously at the very beginning of ones life between the creators and the created almost makes me embarrassed to be a part of. It seems too perfect for such a measly human being as myself to invade. But I wanted to be there to show my love and support, and I was welcomed with opened arms.

Though we have told them, I do not think Donald and Mindy could possibly understand how proud and honored we feel to have been given the privilege of being Molly's godparents. I hope they understand how serious we plan to take our given role and how much we want to play our part in Molly's little life. We have known her for mere hours, and already are head over heels in love.

I will post more on my newest love later. I will say this: she truly is one of the most beautiful babies I have seen- and that is saying a lot. I have a few pictures, but they were taken from behind the nursery glass, so be forgiving. :)

From the hands of the wife...

I am happy. So incredibly content. Massively elated. Absurdly giddy. Beyond jubilant. It's funny because you don't truly know the meaning of 'happy' until you are way passed whatever you thought it was. And that, my friends, is where I find myself today.

Married life is, to say the least, amazing. I still get kicks out of referring to Rob as 'my husband' and my stomach always flutters a little when he answers his phone, "Hello, wife." Being married, for us anyhow, is so much more than saying goodnight and falling asleep in the same bed, and coming home to each other, in our house, night after night after night. It is even more than knowing that someone can see the depth of who I am and love me even more for it. It is the feeling that penetrates my very being of knowing that he is my forever. Knowing that regardless of where life takes us, of the many successes and failures we are destined to see, the ups and downs, the experiences, the challenges and every single change this life throws at us, that Rob will be my constant, always there, never-ending adventure partner.

I can handle moving away from my friends and family, because I know he will be there. I can handle financial problems, because he will be there. I can handle the emotions of a pregnancy, the frustration of a rebelling teenager, the loss of a pet, the rage of let-downs, because my lover will consistently and constantly be there. For me, for us, for life.

The problems Rob and I faced before the wedding are still here. Our conflicts and our issues haven't changed. We are still so far from perfect, yet one hundred percent in the midst of bliss. Marriage wasn't our solution; it was our promise. Our never-ending vow that we are going to be together forever; that regardless of our differences and the struggles we face through life, that we will always be there for one another.

Our marriage is more than just words we spoke, or the papers we signed; it is now a feeling embedded deep within us. People ask if it really feels different to be married, especially after dating for five years. And I tell them; heck yes it does. I don't think I can really describe it, but it is a whole different ball game.

Here goes our forever...

Time Waits for No One

So I am sitting around in our new house, in our new city, waiting for my husband (husband...what? Still slightly weird to think about...) to get home from his new job when I get smacked in the face with how quickly everything has gone. I kid you not just yesterday I drove up to my house where Rob was feigning a lost dog, which was inevitably found, newly branded with a dog tag asking me to become his forever. It wasn't even that long ago that I was meeting him for the first time, the first hug, the first kiss.

Thus, the reason for the blog. We had tried to set one up on the website (kristinandrob.com) but to no avail. So, here we are.

I know our lives are going to continue to pass by just as fast, if not even faster. It won't be long before we buy a house, have our first child...who knows what else is to come. I figured, the best way to hold on to each and every moment is to document. And boy do I love to document.

Rob got me a digital scrapbooking program which allows me to, well, make digital scrapbook pages. I will be posting them here as I make them for me to remember, and for you to enjoy if you chose to do so.