Family Life

Happy Birthday, My Firstborn

On the 3rd of September 2012, this precious little man made me a mother. I blogged about it here.

Osa Collage
How Time Flies…

It’s been an amazing year, full of ups and downs through which Jehovah has been faithful.  My son has completely changed my life, and I love him so much my heart sometimes threatens to burst. And I’m humbled by his unconditional love for me.

Clap for Jesus!
Clap for Jesus!

Every day, I teach him the memory verse I have been reciting in his hearing from his days as a tiny preemie in the incubator.

“By You I have been upheld from birth, you are He who brought me out of my mother’s womb; my praise shall continually be of You.” ~ Psalm 71:6

Happy Birthday, honey bunny. I love you more than words can say, and I love you even more with each passing day.  Time does fly, and I know you’ll be grown and doing your own thing before I know it. I’m going to enjoy every minute of raising you for The Kingdom. His grace is sufficient for me.

My Little Husband
My Little Husband

“So much to say, and so little time left to say it; just love the LORD, above all else.” ~ Stormie Omartian


Much Ado About Valentine’s Day

The much expected and talked about Valentine’s Day has come and gone, along with the tweets, BBM personal messages and jokes. The strong survived.

I’m not a “Val” person. Yes, that’s right; I’m one of those who believe in expressing love every single day. However, marriage is about two people, not one, so in the spirit of love, the expectations of one’s spouse should not be cut short.

2 weeks before Valentine, my Blackberry group, Wise Wives, was discussing Valentine plans. Amidst talks of Victoria’s Secret, edible underwear and fluffy handcuffs, I put forth my simple package: a nice meal, a new duvet set from Beddings ‘n’ Beyond, my favourite lingerie, and super-amazing acrobatic sex. Easy enough to pull off, right?

The best laid plans of Mice and Men go oft awry. I did order the sheets, and as I was making the bed, hubby came home!! I had to run out of the bedroom and “block” him in the living room, dancing around him and managing to keep him there until he left after handing me a beautiful red velvet cake, and eating his lunch. Phew, close one!


Anyways, he asked me not to bother cooking (the baby and tons of work from the office had tired me out anyway), he was taking me out for Nkwobi, yaaaay!

Guess what? The place was closed. So we had to have Shawarma for dinner, eventually. Not quite what I’d envisaged.

On the bright side, his jaw did drop at the sight of the new bedding. In fact, days later, he’s still very pleased. After we finally put baby to bed, I showered and put on said lingerie, and we got into our pretty bed…and slept off, straight till morning; so much for acrobatics.

Oh well, things didn’t go as planned, but God is still God. And that’s what matters :p