introduce yourself

i'm really excited about my new writing circle i'm doing with some women... this was our first idea - write something to introduce yourself; i probably won't put all of my writing from the circle on here, but I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it! I love reading novels, especially the beginning of novels, so I introduced myself as a character in a novel

It's the confusing part of the morning.
Scrambling for her phone, she hits a random button on it to illuminate the time and fights off a swear word. "What comes out of the mouth is what's in the heart", she grumbles inwardly and grabs her glasses off the nightstand. She hates to wear them outside of her bedroom, but since she inherited the horrible eyes of her myopic grandfather - it's wise to put the glasses on to find the contact case. She hears baby #1 on the monitor that the hot husband has carried into the bathroom. That noise is what alerts her to said husband's presence, since the contacts have yet to be put in. A pat on the bottom for him and a smirk, "What time did she fall back asleep?", he asks. "Hmmm... around five-thirty", referring to baby #2, whom she shared a good cuddle with this morning.
The scene that follows is stereotypical. He showers and shaves, she pulls at her temples - looking carefully for the tale-tell signs of exhaustion. The juxtaposition in the scene is limited to the youthfulness of their voices. Where you might expect a seasoned thirty-something couple with the requisite two kids, you find a twenty-three and a twenty-five year old. She glares at herself from top to bottom and chuckles.... it's not a twenty-three year old body she sees. Two c-sections, forty extra pounds, 1/2 inch roots, more stretch marks than a watermelon, and a whole lot of God's grace stare back at her.
Another ten minutes before both babes are in full need mode, so she loses herself in the quick shower. These inner conversations and imaginative daydreams used to be somewhat sinful. She'd wistfully consider what life is like for the average twenty-something: cellulite free, normal sleeping nights, maybe thinking of marriage, probably complaining about being "busy" or "stretched thin", with no real idea of either concept. Now she enjoys the comparison because she knows the grass on her side isn't more green - but it's her yard and it's just right.
On to shampoo, she knows why it's ok to look back now - why it feels good to trace the steps and evaluate why she is here and not sleeping in or arriving at a job where she is considered powerful or important to the outside world. Nine years ago she had her heart ripped out by her Savior. It was as if He folded it open, jumbled all her intentions and life goals around and spoke real life into her decaying little heart. Those crazy piercing eyes of Jesus looked into her heart and saw what was real and what wasn't, what need to be sifted out and what seeds He would grow. He placed a handsome man in her life and began lifting them both - intertwining their roots till the two couldn't be distinguished.
That's why when her maternal grandmother shrieks, "and she was the one who didn't want any kids!", she can smile knowingly. It didn't matter what she wanted, only what He wanted for her.
Back in the shower, she's smiling broadly now. Not because it's particularly luxurious (the rickety farmhouse they live in has well water), and not because she's beautiful (again - two kids, two years, no metabolism or sleep), but because she's alive and those piercing eyes are still roaming her heart. In summary, she's a wife and a mama, she delights in checking the mail and taking naps when she can. Her son is her silly goose, her daughter is her little lamb. Jesus is still the sure-fire way to make her smile and her husband makes her blush. But seriously, it's time to get out of the shower - the days is getting ready to start.