Delilah Dior Dominica
A woman's journey exploring her passion for Faith, fashion and travel.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

L is for...

I'm going to let you guys in on a little secret. My family would laugh at the fact that i'm calling it a secret, but I'd like to think I've made a big enough transformation to title it however I want.

I used to be unfathomably lazy. 

Example: I used to share one of the largest bedrooms in the house with my younger sisters Brooke and Becky. When my dad would send us upstairs to clean the room before we were allowed to eat breakfast (clean rooms were a big deal, something that I have taken to my adulthood...) I would lay on the bed with a handful of fruit snacks, delegating jobs. My sisters used to be excited for the game, faces full of joy and eager anticipation. They fell for the "whoever cleans the most, fastest, WINS!!!" They would cheer and trash talk and wait in a runners stance for me to start the notorious 'ten second tidy.' 

Like I said, my sisters were running around the huge room picking up laundry, organizing books, scrubbing toothpaste out of the sink, and being conscious to listen to my seven minute "Ten second" countdown. Flash to me: Leader of the room. On the bed. Hanging upside down. Reading Girls Life magazine. Eating fruit snacks.

They caught on soon enough. I would introduce the game all chipper and sly, just the same. "whoever cleans the most, fastest, WINS!!!!!!!" 
"What do we win?" 
"Ummm, gum?"
 " I don't want gum. I wan't a dollar." 
"Fifty cents." 
"No, a dollar."

Hopefully you can grasp the laziness my poor mother had to deal with. Thankfully, when I left for college I realized if I leave something out, it will stay out. If I don't vacuum the floor, it will not get vacuumed. I am proud to say I am now a bit of a neat freak. And I like to get things all the way done so they are out of the way. I do, however, recognize that I was born with a spirit of laziness. It seems fine and harmless and thankfully I did grow out of it, but it is still deep down something I am prone to. I could totally sit on the couch for five hours a day, reading fashion blogs and looking for inspiration with HGTV or Bravo on in the background. I could skip a workout no sweat if it means spending some more time in that aforementioned scenario...but I do not let myself do that anymore.

God knew what he was doing when he created my husband and I for each other. Because he doesn't even know what lazy means. He is one of the most hardworking people I know. I do know part of it comes with being a professional athlete, but he has inspired me to be more disciplined and a work-til-it's done type of person. in my Bible Study this morning, I came across a verse that I always keep close to my heart:

"I went by the field of the lazy man, and by the vineyard of the man devoid of understanding. And there it was, all overgrown with thorns; It's surface was covered with nettles, It's stone wall was broken down. When I saw it, I considered it well; I looked on it and received instruction:

A little sleep, a little slumber
A little folding of the hands to rest;
So shall your poverty become like a prowler,
And your need like an armed man."
Proverbs 24:30-34

This has been my inspiration to remind me why I will never return to laziness. As the verse says, it just takes a little "folding of the hands" (laying on the couch) and a little sleep and slumber (skipping a morning workout...) to have poverty and need creep up on you. We must take care of ourselves and make a commitment to be hard working. Hopefully this is a blessing to your day!

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Honey, We're Home!!

We did it. Only with an incredible God, lots of help from family and friends, and the fact that we found the coffee maker in the first batch of boxes was this whole thing possible. Are you ready for this? In fifteen days, we chose a house, purchased it, and moved in.       ..Believe it. 

I lived in a hotel for two weeks, and headed back to St. Louis to finish packing the last of the boxes and direct the movers what goes where. Oj's brother and cousin flew in to meet me there and give me an extra hand, and after a very long 24 hours I was on a plane back to D.C. I twiddled my fingers all day until 6:45pm...the moment we had waited for was finally here: KEYS IN HAND!!!

My love and I immediately drove to our new home, happily turning the key and went room to room with giddy smiles on our face. We laid on the empty carpets knowing this is the last time our home would be this way. It is in these moments that I am in awe of just how much God wants us to know His goodness. 

We swung by Redskins Park in the morning so the boys could see their Shum in that Burgundy and Gold 

And then headed straight to open the doors for the movers!! Since Oj was still in training camp so he couldn't help us move in, so I was beyond thankful to have his Dad drive down, and the extra willing hands of Maha and Muzz. The day was interesting at best: the water magically stopped working an hour after move in (surprise!) and soon electricians came to warn us they were turning off the power, and gas. Fantastic. I spent two hours on the phone talking to machines, which is the quickest way to make me chuck my phone at the wall, all to hear an automated 'I'm sorry, I'm not understanding' repeated over and over, and when I finally got to talk to a real person the conversations went something like this:

"We need to speak to your husband to add his name to the account."
"That cannot happen, he is in practice and meetings until 10pm."
"Like football practice? ...Can't he say he's taking a break?"
Silence on my end. 

 The good side of this was that I got to spend some quality time at the city hall dealing with these shenanigans- but I did it! I'd like to think I saved the day.

The days that followed were fast, busy and long, but so special. Oj broke camp Tuesday night and got to come see his family and our home filled with our furniture. He was beaming with joy, and in Nigerian Tradition Daddy walked them around the house speaking blessings over it. We truly are showered with love. 

My mom arrived Wednesday and painted up a storm! She is the ultimate blessing. We went home-prittifying-hunting for six hours the other day and accomplished everything we set out to do- plus dinner and dessert- before the bubs came home from work! Superwomen!! The house has truly become ours. Yes we will be waiting for furniture and accessories and artwork for the better part of the next year, but it already feels like it's ours.  I am now realizing I should have broken this up into two parts, or I should have been a better blogger and posted all along, but I guess that's neither here nor there(:

I am now plopped down on the couch truly relaxing for the first time in a long time. It is my first time in the house alone- and this week will be our first week without help or guests. I am both excited and sad. I am so excited to walk in these moments- as I have two weeks before the cross-country school commute begins. I am so eager to learn God in a new way that involves full blown trust and allowing Him to truly use me as a puppet. I have learned through this experience first hand just how much His will is the only thing I want. 

When I told you guys my husband loves surprises, i'm not sure If I dipped it in enough emphasis. This is the perfect opportunity to show you just how much he loves them. I am not allowed to post photos of the house aside from small portions on my Blog, or Facebook, or anywhere. Everyone who steps in the house is warned that they cannot show anyone photos, all because my love wants people to experience it when they visit. I'm sorry!!! You know I would love to!! 'If you want to see it, please come vis-it" is the saying.

You are always welcome!

Monday, August 8, 2011


My heart still beats fast when I think that this man is mine.

I love that we are one,

I love that he is my best friend,

And I love the way he looks at me.
What the Lord has brought together, let no man separate.

Sunday, August 7, 2011


Training camp is the most grueling, taxing, and wearing time both mentally and physically on NFL football players. There is something about it that demands so much of these grown men's time and effort that leaves everyone on edge for the full camp. They are required to stay in a hotel, have a room check every night, and spend their every minute of the day devoted to learning. The preparation is certainly worth it- but that doesn't make it any more welcomed. My mom, having experienced 12 training camps with my Papa Bear, warned me of this once Oj and I got serious. She gave me tips and ideas, but the moral of the story was "be prepared to be by yourself, and remember that it's about to stop being about you."

Last year, I failed miserably about this. By the end of the two and a half week camp, I was trying to mastermind a way to remove this horrible time from the sport altogether. This year, however, I would like to say that after a day or two, I got the hang of it. It has been smooth sailing here in Virginia.

After a full week of not being able to truly have a conversation until 10pm, (when his comforter, pillow and inner eyelids are much more intriguing than me)  we both so look forward to Saturday. I picture us staying up all night laughing and talking like usual, cuddling and having movie marathons and all the things that make us so happy. Since I spend most of my time watching animal documentaries and telling him about it- we watched one together last night. I was still formulating the sleepover plans...what dessert to order, what to watch next, when I hear an all too familiar snore. 

Thats when I remembered Saturday means movie marathon to me, and the end of a long week for him. These Saturday nights have made me so happy to have that snore in my bed(: 

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Good in the little things.

When the sun starts to rise and I open my eyes You are good, so good. In the heat of the day wiith each stone that I lay, You are good.  With every breath I take in, I'll tell you I'm grateful again. When the moon climbs high before each kiss goodnight, 

You are good.

So how can I thank You, what can I bring? What can these poor hands lay at the feet of a King? I'll sing You a love song, it's all that I have- to tell You I'm grateful for holding my life in Your Hands. When it's dark and it's cold and I can't feel my soul, You are good. So good. When the world has gone gray and the rain's here to stay,

You are still good.

So with every breath I take in,
I'll tell You I'm grateful again
And the storm may swell 
Even then it's well and You are good

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Virginia is for Lovers

That right there is the main road to our neighborhood. As for me, I have been absent! So absent, but I won't pretend, you guys are used to this by now. I have come to accept that I am terrible at multitasking. My husband tells me this daily, but the pride in me thinks of how women are notorious for being fantastic multitaskers. I am woman, I am fantastic! 

But not really.

Whenever I multitask, the thing I am less excited about gets the shaft and comes out mangly and half-way correct. Example: listening to the reasons we should make sure the sellers/current home owners re-route a pipe in the laundry room because of its close proximity to the sink...vs. thinking about my wonderful sale hunting at Tyson's Corner. Needless to say, after following mr. inspector man around our new home for f-i-v-e hours, I had to re-read the home inspection three times. 

Today was a case of multitasking failure in its full glory: anything vs. our wedding highlight video.

Anything and everything lost. 

I am so thankful to Aqua Vivus for their incredible work! I will re-post it here just to have it in a safe place(:
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To update you all on life with the Atogwes, we are currently living (in separate hotels) in Virginia. The Redskins have swooped my bubs up completely and he is now drowning in a playbook, a new defense, sweltering heat and thousands of loving and eager new fans. He will also be sporting a number 20 for the first time since college. We are fully embracing change!

And me, I am walking hand in hand with the Lord learning more about myself every day. I have also felt more like a wife with each passing day, taking on full responsibility of renting our home in St. Louis and getting things in order with our new home in Virginia. I am so thankful to be able to learn how to be a suitable helper, and am even embracing my epic failures. (Never remembering to bring a check to appraisals, radon tests, and the like, forgetting main points of long meetings...etc.) Our Father is so good, and lately that has been enough to keep me smiling all day long.