Here we go again...

I'm not even going to pretend to play "catch up" on this blog. So much time has passed and so much has happened. I am however feeling convicted to pick up this blogging thing again. Jamon and I are having a lil boy in about a month and I want to make this a place to keep family and friends up to date with how he's growing and how our life in Florida is going.

Corban Xavier is our baby's name. He is "due" on November 13th... the feast of St. Francis Xavier. Pleas say a prayer that his delivery is uneventful and we have a healthy, happy baby. Corban is the name we chose and many people have asked us where it came from. Truth be told, it's the name of a Christian bookstore in Coppell that I like. Over a year ago my mom asked the owner why the name "Corban." She said it was straight from the bible and also the name of their son. I've liked it ever since. Corban is from Mark 7:11. It means given to God. Yes sir... our lil boy - Given to God!

Florida is beautiful and we are reminded with each sunset how blessed we are to be here. A professor at the University said it best... the beauty of Florida is in the sky. It's true. You've never seen such beautiful sunrises and sunsets. Yes, I do see my fair share of sunrises. Jamon gets up at 5am every morning for basketball practice... so since the alarm is blaring (He sets at least 2!) I'm awake. Some days (most days) it's easy to fall back asleep, but other days - pre-pregnancy, it was much easier to just get up then and go for a morning jog. There is nothing quite so beautiful as running home when the sun starts rising and you've got some great "Mercy Me" jamming out in the i-pod. Moments like that are to be cherished.

I wish I had kept this blog during my pregnancy. I'd have so much to say. Pregnancy is an interesting time that no book or friend or mom can prepare you for. It's been emotional... but I LOVE it. Seriously... I know Corban will be here soon and I'm so thankful, but I already know in my heart I'm going to miss not being pregnant with him anymore. A dear friend pointed out to me that missing being pregnant is just the beginning. Not long after he's born I'll miss when he doesn't fit in the little 0-3 month clothes we have for him, then I'll miss when he woke up all the time and then he'll start to roll and crawl and I'll miss when he was just a lil infant... and so it goes. this is just the beginning of needing to cherish every moment and know that it's not going to be forever like I'd like. No original thoughts here... there are at least two country songs that come to mind about this exact thing - Darius Rucker - it won't be like this for long... and another by some girl who sings about wishing things would go faster and everyone telling her "You're gonna miss this... you're gonna want this back..." can't remember the name of the song or the girl. Oh well.

I'm gonna go and hug my hubby now. I love this time in our lives.I'm also thankful this blog is resurrected so i can write.

Pray for us we'll pray for you.

Jessica