Loving Jesus, Loving Life
Dear Luke,
I know you hate public displays of affection, so I’ll try to go easier on you this year. You’re welcome. 
The kids and I love you more than words can express, and we’re so thankful for your godly leadership of our family. We don’t deserve you, but we’re so thankful that God blessed us with you.
It’s been fun to watch you grow more and more into a man of God over this past decade. I can’t wait to see what the next decade holds.
I love you with all of my heart,
Lacey
He’s the best daddy, and they are the sweetest sons. I’m blessed!
We were so young back then. Or, at least, it seems like we were young now that we’re in our [gasp!] thirties. We were so full of excitement at what was to come, anticipation for our future, joy for the love God gave us. We hoped for so much, and yet we had no idea how good it could be.
I remember lots of raw emotions the first year. Some fighting and crying, lots of laughing, some terror at the prospect of becoming parents so quickly. Cooking mac n cheese, corn dogs, spaghetti. Watching the Simpsons and Wheel of Fortune on the couch after dinner in our tiny 1-bedroom apartment.
Now I look back and can see the way God used our marriage and our children and the details of our lives to shape us into who He wants us to be. He’s using each other and our babies to refine us. And to bless us.
Every day we have a choice to love each other and our kids, or not. Every day we face the decision of how we will live: by the Spirit, in love and truth, or for ourselves.
I’m praising God today that every single day of our marriage you have chosen me. You have chosen to keep your eyes off other women and on me. You have chosen to read your Bible, pray, and study so that you can be a great leader of our home. Every single day – even when I’m grouchy and tired and wear oversized tshirts and sweats to bed – you choose to show Christ’s love to me. Your love challenges me to be a more Christlike woman.
It’s been the best 9 years of my life.
My father-in-law was just diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes, formerly known as Juvenile Diabetes. I think you can see why they stopped calling it that. Dad Rumley is NOT OLD by any means, but early 50s isn’t exactly “juvenile” either, is it?
Most of you know that my awesome hubby {Luke} and our firstborn {Grace} are also both Type 1 diabetics. Luke was diagnosed at age 10, and Grace at age 4.
Gracie girl at the endocrinologists’ office, the day after diagnosis. February 2009.
Our dear friends also have a little guy who was diagnosed a little over a year ago, at the age of 1 (just a few days before his 2nd birthday).
Grace and Zachy, the diabetic duo
So, I write this post in honor of these, my dear loved ones who deal with diabetes every day…and every meal.
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Let’s get our facts straight.
You might not realize it, but there are many common misconceptions about diabetes, and I would love help clear them up.
First important point: There is a big difference between Type 1 and Type 2 diabetes.
Most people are more familiar with Type 2 diabetes, so let me say this…
You canNOT get Type 1 diabetes from eating too much sugar.
You can also NOT get Type 1 diabetes from being overweight. Have you ever seen our family? Our two diabetics are the thinnest in the bunch.
Grace with her awesome Daddy on her 7th birthday
And that brings me to the next important point: while a Type 1 diabetic should eat a healthy, well-balanced diet, they cannot control their diabetes with their diet. They eat whatever they need/want to eat, and count how many carbohydrates are in the food. Then they administer insulin depending on how many carbohydrates are to be eaten.
I can’t tell you how many times someone has asked me, “Can Grace eat this?” And I so appreciate people’s sensitivity to our little girl…but I can tell you the answer every time: YES! She can eat anything (within reason, of course), as long as I can calculate how many carbs are in it and give her some insulin to cover it.
I wouldn’t call myself a diabetes education advocate in the strictest sense of the term…but I am a wife and mama who deals with finger pokes, insulin doses, carb counting, site changes, high blood sugars, and low blood sugars ALL THE TIME. I want you to be able to understand what’s really happening in our world.
In the throes of excitement and romance, as a teenager and young-twenty, I didn’t really grasp what people meant when their love for their spouse grew stronger with each passing year.
I couldn’t fathom loving him more than I did at that moment.
Now I understand.
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