My mother has been bothering me for years to write a blog. Every year I have the same answer… “What would I have to say that people would want to read?” I tell her when I have an answer for that question, I will write a blog. I seriously don’t know how people have time to write them. I don’t even have time to take a shower. Literally. It’s a problem. I don’t know how all these women out there write blogs. Not only are they writing blogs, they are writing blogs about all the crafts and food they make. How are they finding time for that? And most of them have more than one child. I only have one, and I need a shower, badly.
Now, I have something to write about. It’s been a long time coming and I stay up at nights thinking about it. I have been waiting for the perfect time, and I realized, there is no perfect time. I have to stop wasting time and do it …now. Four years ago, I went to Africa. Four years ago I made promises to people there that I would not forget them, that I would tell their stories. Four years ago. What have I done in four years?
My mom thought of the title “Before and Africa” and I actually love it. There are a lot of things my mom and I agree on, but usually when she has an idea “for” me, I politely turn her down. But this title struck a chord in me. I thought about all the blogs out there about style and fashion and craftiness and I thought about how my blog would probably be the antithesis of that. Maybe I do always buy the same long sleeved shirts at the GAP every three years when the old ones get holes in them. Maybe I do still have the same tennis shoes I bought for 30 bucks 6 years ago. Maybe I do only get my hair cut once a year. Maybe I am in desperate need of a style makeover, but I think this blog is more of a before and after of my soul. My soul before and now my soul (after) Africa…
So thanks mom, for the title and for recognizing there has been a change in me and that even though I have a hard time finding the words, it’s time to start trying.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Beginning our Marathon...

I am so in love with my husband.  He is one of the hardest working people I know.  He CARES about the things I care about, and he has blown me away with his commitment to this adoption.  When we were dating, I told Tony that I knew someday, I was supposed to adopt.  “Well,” he said, “maybe God will change my heart.”  One day Tony woke up, and he wanted to adopt.  Since that day, he has been all in, and at times, even more excited about the process than me. 

So this summer, in our effort to do what we can to make this happen…I will be buried under the mountain of paperwork and processes, while he will be leading a team for SpringHill and training for the longest run of his life.  Yup that’s right, Tony will be running the Detroit marathon in October.  So on top of early mornings and late nights as a camp director, he will also be running.  A lot.

This is why I love my husband, because besides the fact that he is devoting his summer to college students and kids and Jesus, he is still making the time to devote himself to our family.   I would like to think that I am that selfless, but I’m not.  I can already hear myself nagging him to come home earlier this summer and to spend more time with me….blah blah blah. Just slap me. 

Someday I would like to be like Tony Schmid. 

I would like to be able to give myself to people the way he does. 
I would like to have the work ethic he has. 
I would like to show forgiveness like he does.  
I would like to show humility the way he does. (i.e. when people don’t invite him to play on their softball teams because quote “we are really good” Tony never says “I played college baseball”.  He just smiles and says “ok.”)
I would like to show commitment the way he does (he literally puts reminders on his calendar to be a good husband and father). 

I would like to be like him…but I guess I will just consider myself lucky enough to have his babies. 

More updates coming soon on Tony's training and how you can support our adoption!