A Safe, Warm, Yummy Place.
- At December 05, 2016
- By Morgan Reid
- In Nathan
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I just changed my profile picture to go along with this song as the caption, and feeling the need to cement it in this space as well:
Ooh ooh, you’re the light from the Moon tonight
Ooh ooh, you’re the history I will write
Ooh ooh, you’re the last stop and I arrive
Ooh ooh, you’re the one for the rest of time
What good could I do
In a life without you?
What more could I lose
Than what I found in you?What words could I use
To say all this to you?
What verse could I choose
To give myself to you?I wanna love with you
And live like here forever.:: Yellowcard
Morgan (Loves To) Reid
Our 1st Year in Austin: Part II – ‘But Why Texas?’
- At May 07, 2015
- By Morgan Reid
- In Austin, Changes
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Before I thought about making this a series, I was just writing a post wrap-up post on our past year in Austin when it occurred to me that I should probably start off by explaining *why* we chose to move here.
Because, I mean . . . it’s Texas.
Photo Cred@ BuzzFeed: Why you should live in Texas
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Warm and Sunggly
- At December 21, 2014
- By Morgan Reid
- In Real Life
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Yesterday I asked Nathan what “draws” him to me. I asked him to not think too hard about it, just what comes to mind as the factor(s) that pull him.
I asked these questions periodically. With our personalities being different in many ways, I often wonder what he sees in me.
He’s super intelligent and I’m . . . common sense.
He’s curious and inquisitive and I’m . . . gullible and much less curious.
He’s patient and I’m . . . not.
The list goes on.
His answer?
“Your warm and snuggly. Not just right now (we were cuddling at the moment) but your personality is very warm; you’re the kind of person I’d want to snuggle with.”
Just wanted to make note of that. : )
Morgan (loves to) Reid
Meeting in The Middle
- At November 28, 2014
- By Morgan Reid
- In Changes
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Since getting married, Nate and I have really downplayed the holidays. I’ve always loved them but getting him excited and out the door to join friends and family was a feat and we were often late. I took his resistance as a “need” because he’s an introvert. Similarly, I jumped on his “why do we spend money on this/buy gifts just because it’s a holiday” bandwagon. — His reasons all made sense and I knew that I had to work on becoming frugal, so I adopted his views. Plus, . . . I’m a people-pleaser, ok! I like being in harmony with the people close to me.
This worked out, and honestly I probably could have kept it up as a mom too. That is until we found out that I’m an “ESFJ.” Finding out my Myers-Briggs personality has brought tremendous joy, freedom, and healing for me. (I can’t wait to share more about this in future posts).
While reading about my “type”, one of the 1st things we took notice of was the importance that traditions and decorating for most ESFJs. Whereas Nathan’s personality type (INTP) could view them as an unnecessary use of money and a way to clutter up the house (–these aren’t bad things. No judgement; INTPs tend to be very logical thinkers and value minimalism), I view them as a way to love my family, make a house into a haven, and celebrate life together. All very fundamental to me and how I work.
So we’re working to meet in the middle: I’ll keep the budget in check and won’t go crazy with the amount of decorations. He’ll work on accepting traditions and gatherings as a vital part of my well being and enjoy our little family getting to make memories together 🙂
Realness
- At October 13, 2014
- By Morgan Reid
- In Real Life
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I haven’t blogged in a while because the USB cord that remotely connects my workstation to the computer in Nate’s office has been on the fritz.
Other times it could be a clingy babe, needing to make food, or a bunch of House Hunters Renovation episodes showed up on my DVR 🙂
Or, I just plum don’t feel like it/got nothing to say really.
I want to address the atmosphere of this site. I hate portraying our life as fantastic and sweet because while it is amazing it’s so far from perfect. I do like sharing my struggles, but it’s hard to gauge when I’m heading into complaining territory. Plus, I don’t want to focus on the bad or give the ugly parts too much mental weight. I want this site to be a small corner of cyber space that holds memories for us to look back on that I don’t have to worry about losing, or getting burned, or taking up space.
So I’m kind of stuck.
I don’t want Autumn to come to these pages as a mom and think I had it all figured out and since she’s struggling she must be failing.
I don’t want my friends, curious or new to the things I’m into to be turned off by the time it takes or the knowledge they don’t seem to have.
I don’t want wives and girlfriends to see the posts showcasing Nate’s romantic side and feel discontent with there guys.
Motherhood is rough. Rich and full of good things, but o how I wish there was a pause button.
Slow food is so interesting and good for us but I feel so behind and literally am learning at a snail’s pace (is that where the “slow” part comes in?) at every.single.step. Squeezing it in as life allows.
Nathan is i.n.c.r.e.d.a.b.l.e! I love that man and appreciate how hard and long he works for us and the way he pushes us to improve. But he also has the power to make me lose my mind from frustration or make me want to go away to the bedroom and cry because if something he didn’t do or shouldn’t have said.
Not so perfect.
But still, I think I can keep it real in a category on here without taking away from the whole blog.
Some things to keep in mind:
-My problems, are 1st world problems – I have it really good.
-Through Christ, all is redeemable and made new. Nothing to fear, nothing to make us hide away in shame (for those who are known by Him).
-I’ll share shortcomings and frustrations, but I’ll have nate proof read each one and won’t put him or Autumn down through it. They’re not perfect, but the works doesn’t need to know about the details.
Man. I feel better already (:
Morgan (loves to) Reid
More than I Prayed For
- At September 27, 2014
- By Morgan Reid
- In Real Life
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I was standing in the grocery store, a sticky Autumn hanging from my hip because once her grapefruit sample was done with the cart. Didn’t but me, I was just working on figuring out how to turn the cart and keep her from wiggling; wondering if Nate was able to locate sorrel leaves.
Knowing how prone he is to follow rabbit trails, I wondered, “Ok where is he?”
Not too long after I saw him round the corner, but smile on his face, chocolate bars in hand.
“Which one do you like? I wanted to get you something.”
Kinda surprised because we’ve been avoiding extra costs for a while now, him the driving force, me floundering along.
As I faced the impossible decision between truffles and caramel (just kidding! truffles all day!) he said, “I was so relieved when I turned the corner and saw you.”
Whaaa? We’re at Wheatsville on a Saturday. We do this every week. I’m the worry-wart in this relationship. And we had just been arguing at home. “Relived”?
“What? Why?”
“Because it was like ‘Ahh there she is.’ You’re my other half. At this point, I feel like something’s missing when you’re not around, even if I don’t realize it until I’m with you again. It’s gotten strong and stronger.”
The night we got engaged 😀
Morgan (loves to) Reid
Groggy Perfection
Woke up today after experiencing Nurse-ageddon, a shell of a human being. Autumn was either on the boob or stirring for it. Bahhhhhh.
Nate watches her most mornings for a couple hours so I can sleep (6-8, usually).
I emerged from my room starving (forgot to eat dinner the night before) and “ugh”ed to myself seeing that the kitchen was a mess and remembering we needed to buy groceries. Grappling in a frenzied fashion for the gluten-free cereal I gave a groggy half-smile to Nate whom I heard singing to our music-loving Autumn but the song didn’t register.
Poured cereal, clank-clink-clank. Poured milk, swoosh. Took a bite, crunch-crunch-crunch.
Personhood was returning.
I looked up to see Nate smiling at me signing Brad Paisley,
Everyday that passes
I only love her more
Yeah, she’s the one
That I’d lay down my own life for
Aww! *Heart-bursts*
I hearded little palms hitting the floor behind me, making their way closer. After finding my leg she stood, arms wrapped around smiling and talking, looking up at me.
As the grouchiness wore off and the concerns of the day subsided a but to the realization of how blessed I am it didn’t matter as much that I feel so unproductive and wonder if I’ll ever sleep again.
This snapshot isn’t exactly the what I pictured. But you never really know until you’re in the thick of it, right? Just how you’ll feel when it surrounds you.
I’ll take it.
It’s real and hard and beautiful and that is so much better than perfect.
Morgan (loves to) Reid
A Husband, A Father
- At August 13, 2014
- By Morgan Reid
- In Nathan
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The screams erupted strong and suddenly; nothing I tried consoled her.
Lord, thank You for a husband who comes rushing at the distraught cries of his daughter.
Who asks to take her from my arms; pleading voice, conserned eyes.
Thank You for the look on his face, and the eagerness in his voice.
For strong arms that drew her close and held her tight.
Singing and calming; bobbing and patting.
& for both of us, setting the world right.
He goes now to leave, returning to a deadline fast approaching. But not before coming back to kiss my forehead.
“This is my lover;
This my friend.” – Song of Songs
Morgan (loves to) Reid
[originally written 8.12.14]
Life with an ‘INTP’ Super Geek
- At August 10, 2014
- By Morgan Reid
- In Nathan
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A glance into a typical conversation between Nathan and I:
Me: Hey Nate, what do you think about Twinkle Twinkle Little Star for Autumn’s Birthday? I was thinking it might not be too hard to make a ‘star cake.’
Nate: That sounds good. And yeah, shouldn’t be – just a circle.
Me: O! You mean like, just make the indents into it?
Nate: No, I mean, technically, a star seen from a 2-D perspective is just a circle. *cheesy smile*
Me: -_-
Me: -_-
#help
Nate’s Shirt
- At July 08, 2014
- By Morgan Reid
- In Nathan
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Nathan has a lot of weird geeky shirts that he’s picked up from Woot or other random places on the web. Most of them have to be explained and some of the meanings go way “over” my head. And then there was the colors – or lack of color. When we 1st started dating, his selection included dark green, dark brown, dark blue, grey, and black. Very lack luster to a girl whose favorite color was HOT pink. (Even after 5 years and a baby, the best I’ve gotten him in is some oranges, and light blues and a pretty purple — still waiting on that pink ; ) ).
{Our 1st Date – bad car lighting and all =) }
Yesterday, as I rolled away from Autumn after she finished nursing during her nap, my face went near one of his shirts – and just like that a world of memories came flooding back. He lived an hour and a half away before we got married, so he’d come up on Friday night after work, and stay till Sunday. Sunday nights were awful. I absolutely HATED watching him go, and would prolong it as much as possible. It seems kinda weird to say it now that he works from home and I see him all the time (which I love), but I cried nearly every week.
One of the things that helped get me through the week *haha, I know* was keeping one of his shirts that he wore that weekend with me. I’d stow it under my pillow to preserve the smell and pull it out before bed and just hug it and remember him. It usually kept it’s smell till Thursday and by then I knew I just had to make it another day before I’d have the real deal in my arms again.
So when all those love-sick-puppy feelings returned yesterday in the midst of what was an everyday, normal (though beautiful and wonderful) activity – I couldn’t help but smile and just let it all soak in. I closed my eyes and tried to go right back there and remember how badly I couldn’t want to be right *here* Wife to him, mom to our little, growing closer to God and as a woman each day.
Looking at the big picture, I really like my life. It’s the smaller moments that make up each day that I need to wrestle myself into realizing how special things are – or could be. I like to think that God gives us this amazing memory-saver (the Limbic System) as a type of alter to remind us to stop and look back at all He’s done from then till now. And if we choose to slow down and go there, we can be blessed by it and Bless Him for His faithfulness once again.
Such a small moment can bring with it so much good.
Morgan (loves to) Reid
