Random things

1. I bought and downloaded my very first song off of ITunes last night. Actually, Mark did it but it was a first for us both! It was a beautiful moment as we moved in to the 21st century together.

2. I'm frantically trying to learn songs for three TOTALLY different "gigs" in May.
A wedding, a live worship recording at PBC and a duet with my husband, who for the record is not a singer. And don't ask about the duet, I can't tell.. until it's over.

3. Banks has made new friends across the street with Italo and Angelo (they are from Chile) and I just adore watching his independent little self trot across the cul de sac to hang out in their yard.

4. Bennett is sleeping through the night. PTL!! Typically down by 9 PM and wakes up in then 6 AM hour. I have been blessed with another good sleeping baby.

5. I need a tan. So.bad. I used to be the keeper of a tan but since I've been pregnant for what seems like the past five years I've not done the tanning bed. I am a bit nervous as I get older knowing the danger of sun and electric sun, but I'm so white !! And per # 2, I want a bit of color for the wedding!!

6. Cute things that Banks says: Patapillar = Catepillar, Neck = Net, Pipapotamus = Hippopotamus, Wipe = White, Nu = You

Random is fun. What's so random about you?

The song/The blog's namesake

Today I might post two times. I have some things brewing in my head but too, I was thinking that since I plan to save this blog and keep it for the boys to read someday to know a bit about their lives in the beginning and maybe have a little insight as to how their mommy’s mind works and I thought that surely I should post the words to “Our Song” and the namesake of my blog.

Up to the Moon by Kim Hill
I love you up to the moon, And I love you big as the sky
I love to watch you when you sleep, I love to hold you when you cry.
And one day when you’re older and taller than me
I’ll say I watched you grow like a beautiful tree

I love you up to the moon, And I love you big as the sky
You’ll always be my little man, I love you the best that a mama can
And one day if you rise up and call me blessed
I’ll say it was a joy to give you my best

I love you up to the moon, And I love you big as the sky
I love you up to the moon, yes I love you up to the moon

Banks and Bennett,
Your daddy and I have been so blessed to have been given the gifts of you two. We’ve never been parents before so know that we’re a work in progress and we know you’ve never been kids before so, we’re going to keep that in mind too as we try to raise you to know and love and honor God. There are tons of things in this world for you to see and be and behold but more than anything, we want you to so be lost in the things of God that He will say of you one day “Well done my good and faithful servant”. As much as we love you we will fail you. But, God will never fail you. He created you to honor, praise and serve Him and we will push you towards that end. You boys are the joy of our lives. We look forward to all that life has in store for us as the Greemons!!!
Love,
Mommy

I love these boys, and they're mine??!!!

I had a moment this week of "Wow, I'm 37 and a mommy of two boys and married and this is my house and this is my car and I'm a grown up" I know I've been a grown up for many years but for some reason on some days life just randomly reminds me of things. I remember when I was little I used to think of who I'd be "grown up" I pictured myself with long legs?, long brown hair, and fast walking. I planned to have a little girl and call her Kelly. I thought I'd be a veteranarian because of the time I saved that bird in my drive way by annointing him with oil and praying over him. I imagined my mom would be an old looking mamaw and would always have homemade buttermilk biscuits on the table when we visited.

My mom isn't mamaw, she's Nana and at 63 she surely doesn't look like an old lady..I don't have brown hair (hmm, well underneath I do) and I have no little girl named Kelly.

I have blonde hair, a sweeter and more patient and giving than me husband and a Banks and a Bennett and I could not be happier. I'm glad God planned all my life for me instead of my plan working out. I hate me with brown hair! and I think I can be a better mommy to two boys than to that crazy little Kelly girl.

This week my sweet firstborn has started to love his little brother more and more. Still no huge kleenex moments of everlasting love but he's making great strides. It tickles me to the core to think that in just a few short months they'll be playing and laughing and of course fighting together right there in the playroom floor while me, their blonde mommy is in the kitchen making the buttermilk biscuits that my mama has yet to have had on her kitchen table when we visit!!

Holy Week

The world calls this Holy Week and it causes all to be aware and on watch of what Christians are doing. I really want my life to be Holy Life but fail miserably, just miserably. Many friends told me that when I had kids and felt the love of a parent I would then have a mere glimpse of the Father's love for me. I think I know what they were talking about now. We can never truly grasp the absolute depth of God's love for us... I know how much I love my boys. I love them from a depth inside of me that causes tears to fill my eyes when I think of this sweet love we share. And how I would just do anything to keep them safe and warm and fed and happy and loved and liked... And last night I felt so loved from my little boy that I just thank God for the moment we had for Him to remind me that's how He feels about me too.
Banks is having some type of allergic reaction and for two mornings his eyes have been so swollen.. not with matter and swollen shut but his eyelids are so puffy. The first night this started he wanted me to lay in bed with him and hold a wet cloth over his eyes. I did just that. I'd move to reposition myself or the rag and he'd just grab my hand and keep it tight to his face and he say "Stay wiff me mommy, keep your hand right there" I was just so in the sweet element of mommy loving and it felt so perfect to be loved.
So, that's how God loves me. He loves me. He knows me and loves me and I've done nothing to deserve it. Banks loves me because I'm his mommy and I take care of him and he doesn't know any better but God chooses to love me because through the blood of Jesus I am beautiful and loveable.
So I beg, "Stay wiff me Jesus, keep Your hand right here."