Plans for Valentine’s Day. Or do you have children?

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I’m innocent I tell you.  Innocent!

When we only had one it was still so easy…

No, we didn’t often go out to eat.  First of all, we were in Poland-it is very cold there.  And we had next to no money.  Therefore, we did a lot of “at home” dates.  Which are, by the way, sometimes the most awesome kind you can have.

But once you add a baby to the mix, you have to get more creative.  Like…At home dates AFTER the baby goes to sleep.  And that is exactly what I did.  I planned a special date for my hot husband!

I made sure to have all the proper ingredients for a fabulous evening:

Great dinner made by me (sometimes I can actually cook)!

Candles for lighting and setting the romantic mood.

Soft and romantic music playing in the background.

A washed, fed, and put to bed baby (a must for a romantic stay at home date)…

And then I slipped into something small, black, and pretty.

We sat down to eat our meal, enjoy our conversation, and have a generally relaxed evening when it happened…

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Uh-oh.  Baby’s awake.  Perhaps we can ignore the cry?

Nope.  Impossible.  Because, at this time in our life, the flat we were living in had our daughter’s room literally connected to our kitchen which was connected to our table—and our daughter’s room had no door.  Literally no door.

So we heard it loud and clear again, “WAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Yep.  She got her mightily impressive lungs for screaming from me.

And again, “WAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Begrudgingly we get up (sounds like we are GREAT parents, eh?!) and go get our crying (screaming) daughter out of bed.

“Here, here, Sweet Adelyne,” cuddle, cuddle, cuddle!

That’s when it happens!

BLAH…

All down my something small and black and pretty.

Gag (me this time).

In my mind I had planned the perfect stay at home romantic date.  Instead, however, baby gets cleaned up.  Mommy gets cleaned up.  Food gets covered up.  Mommy goes out into the cold to find medicine for the baby (walking all over the city to look for an open store, of course)…

Candles get blown out.

Music gets turned off.

Daddy rocks baby.

And, eventually, we all fall asleep.

Now, isn’t that romantic?

Hope your planned Valentine’s date stays germ free 😉

Have a great day of love!

xo b

I gave up on dating…and that’s when I found the perfect man!

I was in my 20s and I felt God urging me to do something completely outside of my nature.   He asked me to shelf dating.

Say what?

“Ummm…surely, God.  You know me better than that!”

After all, I am the gal that was chasing the boys on the playground in kindergarten, K-I-S-S-I-N-G them.

And first grade.

And second.

And you get the idea.

I was a boy crazy child!  Teenager!  And even mildly as an adult!

But it was as clear as day.  And I think God a rather wise creator, so I said, “Say what?”  And listened again…Confirmed!

Give.up.dating.

Hmmm.  Now I was in a predicament.

Listen to His request?

Rebel?

After all, I was in college.  Young!  Having fun!  Fun involved dating, right?!

But it was as if His mantra was on a broken and scratchy record, “Give up dating.  Give up dating.  Give up dating.”

And as annoying as that sound is, the broken, scratchy, record…Its message stuck.  And I said, “Okay, God!”

I probably shouldn’t have thrown in an exclamation mark.  I am not sure that I was happy about it.  But I did it.

Guess what happened…I had a couple of the BEST years of my life!

I enjoyed my final years of college with my girlfriends.  And we had a blast—girl trips, adventures, nights out together.  Simple and pure fun!

And I did something else too…I spent more time with God.  And it was the best thing to happen to me because it was in my senior year of university that I was told I had a tumor at the base of my brain.

That’s a lot to take in when you are NOT a university student.

I had so many doctors’ appointments that I started missing quite a bit of schooling.  And I started slacking on my schoolwork.  One evening I had a professor actually CALL me.  Whoa!  Wake up call.

“Brooke!  Your project is 3 weeks late.”

“Oh.”  I said.  What else could I say?  I hadn’t told any of my professors what was going on.

“I will give you until Monday to turn it in for 2 grades lower.”

“Wow!”  What else could I say?  That was generous beyond measure.  And that’s when I realized I needed to get my act together.

I finished my project and received a C.  Bummer, eh?  Could have had an A.  Ah well.  Sometimes life happens.

And it was around this same time, at the end of my senior year of university, that I heard something else from God.

“Permission.to.date.”

He must have said it because one day an extremely good-looking man asked me out!  How COULD I say no?

And then another guy, named Richard, asked me out for the very next weekend.  Hmmm…don’t know him well.  Should I go?  Tempted to say no.

But said “Yes” to both dates.

Wow—what a way to get back in the game, eh?

And this is what I quickly learned…

Just because a man is good looking does not mean he is interesting.  It was the most boring date of my life.  And we went skiing.  How can skiing be boring?  I love skiing.  And, yet, it was.  Boring.

And he wasn’t a solid Christian.  And he was a bit chauvinistic.  Seriously—had the guy NOT met me before we went on our first date?  Heck.  Not just me…any woman!

I think he was looking for a wallflower.  Umm…got the wrong woman, good-looking man.  Got the wrong woman.

My next weekend’s date, the one that I had not originally planned on going on—was fantastic!  After skating circles with this guy named Richard (ice skating)…and then sitting and talking with him for hours after, I realized that there are quality guys out there.  Richard?  Ah.  He wasn’t for me.  But he was a good man.

And that began the year-long friendship of Brooke and Richard.  It came about after 2 years of not dating anyone.  And then realizing that you don’t need to go on a date with JUST anyone.  No matter how attracted you are to them.  And it took going on a date with someone that I had initially dismissed.

The rest is HisStory!

You know…God’s.

Giving up dating.  It sounded impossible, and it turned out to be the best!

And, along the way, I discovered God’s best…Difficulty and triumph in my personal life.  And Richard-God’s perfect man for me.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.  And I wouldn’t trade those years of not dating for any other time.

God.  His ways are good.  And, despite our skepticism, we just have to listen to His direction.

I’m glad I did.

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