Molly, happy number 5 to you and your DH on Saturday
Last night I had one of the most embarassing moments EVER. Ryan and I went to the courthouse to get our marriage license and my blood sugar was getting dangerously low. So we stopped at a vending machine to get me something to eat and he asked what I wanted. Understand first that I don't speak well when my blood sugar is that low. So I said, "Reese's Penis." That sent Ryan into a fit of laughter and sent me looking for a place where I could die of embarassment. My face was so red. So for the rest of the night, he laughed at (or with me) over that, saying he knew where my mind was now. Oh, and I ended up with a snickers bar (no pun intended). Wasn't a useful Freudian Slip, to say the least.
Today's the court date with DHS and Ryan and his girls. I can't be there because of work, but I do need to ask those of you who do pray to pray for his strength and peace. We've been praying and agreeing that God is God, and we're standing together in faith that this mountain will be removed today and we'll no longer have to deal with DHS and our family will be whole. Please be praying beginning at 2:30 CST. I'll update when I can, but I know it will be a victory and a huge reason to praise God, our Defender and Victory.
Wasn't it nice of my ex husband to be concerned about me getting married? He asked if I was ready...of course I am! But I could hear the sadness in his voice. Had I said to him what I really wanted to tell him, it probably wouldn't have done any good. So I kept the conversation simple and hung up quickly.
My heart is sad upon hearing about one of my favorite Christian Artist's daughters, Maria Chapman, who was 5 years old. She's the youngest adopted daughter of Stephen Curtis Chapman. She was killed last night when her older brother accidentally hit her with an SUV in their driveway when he didn't see her. I can't even begin to imagine the grief this family must feel. He wrote great songs like "Cinderella," and "I Will Be Here." I know that out of this tragedy will come even more heartfelt songs. My heart is so sad...
*Update* Ryan just called. His caseworker said the case can't be closed for another 90 days because the judge is out today. He still needs to show up for court, and she is recommending that the girls be placed immediately, but has to have a couple of reports that she hasn't received yet for this to happen. She's also recommending a CHBS worker be in the home for 9 months. She's going to push for another hearing in 30 days. He's highly irritated right now. But I know that God is still God, and there's a reason she hasn't gotten the reports and there's a reason the judge isn't there today. I still stand in faith believing they're going to be gone today.
Well, as it turns out, Ryan went to court as his worker instructed and all they did was set a new court date. For July 24. She said placement back with Ryan was fine, but she needed a couple reports from various counselors. So I've been on the phone and won't leave these people alone until they get this done. The only downside is that she also wants a CHBS worker in the home, which is a 9 month process. I know because I just ended mine not long ago. I had to agree to it because my ex husband pulled the usual 'child abuse' crap last October and there weren't any findings, but to get my boys home and out of DHS custody, I had to agree to it. They teach things like parenting skills, housecleaning skills, and you have to keep the bi-weekly appointments. I'm praying that nothing will happen with CHBS because I can't handle another nine months of this. I'm still standing in faith for my children and my family, that things will work to close the case without further involvement. Their foster mom called last night and she is angry. She's ready for her life to get back to normal, because the girls are just fine and they shouldn't be in state custody in the first place. Keep praying with us because God's the only one who can move in this situation. We have no other options but to put our faith and trust in him.
Tomorrow is the big day. I went to prayer at church this morning and God gave me an incredible peace that tomorrow is His plan for us to be married. I've doubted that sometimes, especially when things get rocky in our relationship, but I am stepping out in faith, not knowing what is going to happen. Hannah woke up during prayer time. I think she must have missed me going, because wow, did she get going! I have peace and joy today, and that is all that I need. Everything is ready for the ceremony and honeymoon. I'll post pics and video next week sometime.
I cannot wait to see some pics of the wedding and hear all of the details (ok, well, not ALL of the details, LOL)! I know that whatever happens with CHPS it will all work out as planned and you will get through it with flying colors. Put all that on the backburner of your mind and just let God hold that weight of worry. You go and get happily married!!!!
How is it that your heart can be so full that there are no words....
Tomorrow will be picture day...and video to follow.
Saturday morning, I woke up to find something a pregnant woman never wants to happen on her wedding day. I was bleeding...again. I woke Ryan up, telling him in a panic that we were likely going to have to go to the ER again. He asked me to come lay down, and I said a prayer for Hannah's protection, angry at the enemy for trying one stupid last attempt at destroying this day. About an hour later, everything was fine and Hannah was moving again. So I suggested pancakes at IHOP. 5:30 in the morning, and we snuck out of a houseful of sleeping kids (who were with a babysitter) and went and enjoyed a great breakfast.
We got home, and I was off running for the day. I met my maid of honor (Melly) at the hair place, and we spent a couple of hours there getting our hair done. This was fun. I didn't know you could curl hair with a straight iron much faster than a regular curling iron. Then we ran to Wal-Mart so I could get a dozen roses for my boquet. Don't wear a veil to Wal-Mart. I got tons of stares and got stopped so many times for people to say "Congrats!" that it took me much longer than usual to get out of there. By the time we left the store, I was asking Melly if it was normal to feel so nauseated before your wedding. She assured me that it was, and made me eat a cheeseburger so I at least had something in my stomach.
By the time I got home, it was a mad dash to get 5 kids ready to go for the wedding. The guys got ready and went off to meet Ryan's best man. Five minutes after they left, as I was working on getting in my dress, I heard frantic sobbing from the kitchen. Abigail had decided to paint her own nails and had spilled dark pink nail polish on her blue dress. She thought she was going to get in major trouble. Babysitter to the rescue with a bottle of fingernail polish remover. It didn't quite get it all out, but at least the top part of her bodice on the dress hid the polish that had spilled on her skirt. Melly arrived with some marshmallow-flavored glitter powder...gotta love her for thinking ahead.
Off to the church we went. My nerves by this point were running very high. Rachel ended up falling asleep in the back seat. As soon as we got in the sanctuary, Melly went back to the pastor's office and I sat in the sanctuary with the kids and other guests that had arrived. We took a few pictures while we were waiting. I met Ryan's best man while we were waiting and he asked me who everyone was. In my nervousness, I said, 'I'm Rachael,' and then after we all had a good laugh, I introduced everyone else. I sat down on the front row for a bit, and then Melly, Ryan and his best man, Mark came out. I forgot how good Ryan looks in a suit! I went up and joined them and somehow, looking into Ryan's eyes and seeing how nervous he was made me calm. I took his hand, and looked into his eyes. He couldn't take his eyes off me, even when the pastor began speaking.
So we listened to the charge, and then the pastor gave me time to say a few words. While I was talking to Melly, she was crying so much that she did the whole 'Miss America' hand thing to dry the tears. You'll see this on the video. Then I went on to talk to Annie (my adopted mom), Alexis (my first pretend daughter), Abigail (who hid her head in my dress), Rachel (who loved the attention), Tracey (who's been my emergency babysitter in times of need), Shantel (a new friend who is struggling with waiting for the right guy), Gerri (a woman who attends our church and is a phenomenal faith-filled woman), to Ryan, to the boys, and then to our pastor. Caleb then decided he had to have his mom, and he meant NOW. He walked up to the front, stood between us, looked up at me and then at Ryan, and then plopped down on the floor and took his shoes off...all while we said our vows and exchanged rings. We kissed, and then I turned to Abigail and said, "NOW we're married!" (she'd been asking the entire time on the way to the ceremony if we were married yet ). We were presented as husband and wife and then took more pictures. There's quite a few funny instances on the video as pictures were being taken, but I'll let those speak for themselves. I feel for my pastor, and I'm grateful he still officiated the ceremony. Pray for his family. His wife's grandmother died on Saturday before our wedding, so he had to run out the door.
After the ceremony, we took the boys home and got them changed into play clothes. The girls were both upset they couldn't go on the honeymoon with us, but we promised them we'd go to the zoo on Monday. We stopped by McDonald's on the way to drop them off, and Ryan and I both pigged out. Neither one of us had ate much of anything because we were both so nervous. LOL After that, we went to the 4-star hotel and it was determined that we should move in. The bed....it was the most comfy king-size bed I have ever slept on...and the pillows were like air. We were soon scheming about how we were going to sneak out of the hotel with this bed. The room had wonderful terrycloth robes that we loved too.
The wait was worth it...I wonder how different that evening would have been had we given into temptation...but it was absolutely wonderful. The Bible says that "two becoming one is a great mystery." My wedding night with my ex husband wasn't anything like this. This was a night of joy...just laying there looking into my husband's eyes was something that I never knew could be experienced. How my heart could be so full that I couldn't even speak was incredible...and yet it remains a great mystery.
After a couple of hours, we decided to go grab dinner since we were both hungry again, so we went to Spaghetti Warehouse. About all I could get down was the dinner salad and one tube of ziti. Back at the hotel, we crashed and we slept wonderfully on that extremely comfy bed of clouds. Until around 1:45 in the morning when my blood sugar decided to crash and we had to get up and go to the store to find some food. Around 3 we got back to the hotel and slept until around 9 in the morning. Then we got up and went swimming. I think I'm going to spend the rest of my pregnancy in a swimming pool. The hot tub (which was colder than most baths I take) was also relaxing. After about an hour, a couple of young boys came in so we left after a few of the cannonballs into the pool they did. Then we left (albeit sadly) and went home to have lunch and relax. I can't wait until next Tax Season when we're able to go to San Diego for a week.
Reading back over this...it doesn't sound incredibly magical or romantic...but in truth, perhaps you just had to be there...because I keep having to pinch myself, in disbelief that this man I sleep next to is now my husband. It's something else. But I know in my heart that this is how it's supposed to be.
I received an incredible gift from the couple that watched the girls for us for the night. My washing machine finally died, and they gave us a brand new one! On top of that, she got me caught back up on housework, and it was wonderful to walk in the door to a spotless house.
Monday we took the girls and the babysitters (who are staying with us for the week) to the zoo. After the zoo, we cooled down at the water park, a free sprinkler park where we live. After arriving home, we had spaghetti and meatballs (YUMMY), and then I discovered I got a bit sunburnt. At least my arms and legs got it...I look somewhat lobster-colored this morning...noticeable even with my red t-shirt. LOL
The dream came crashing down this morning around 5:30 when we got up for the usual workday. Neither of us wished this weekend were over...it went so quickly! And then we find out Ryan's working 12 hour shifts this week. How lovely.
Last edited by ShiningLight; 05-28-2008 at 03:10 PM.
I think it sounds like an awesome, romantic wedding/honeymoon/holiday weekend story! It is only as romantic as you allow it to be, and you are a creative woman which means the sky is the limit.... if that makes any sense. Anyways, CONGRATS! I'm glad you finally made your little Brady Bunch official!