Nothing gets me more than a song that pulls at my heart strings. Especially when it comes to areas in my life where I have felt (feel) deeply. Last Saturday was the Pep Rally / Rehearsal for the girls that are on the competition teams (and duets/solos) for the dance company we have Celeste in.… Continue reading “I Get To Love You”
Long before Legos on the floor, the sound of little feet running through the rooms, laughter from tickles, wipes, tantrums, story time, and diaper changes there was you and her. There were lazy afternoons, dating, long conversations, laughter, and visions of what a home filled with children would be. There was a white dress, wedding… Continue reading Husbands, remember your wife.
So correction to my last post, my husband was not on a 72 hour shift, no no, he was on a 96 hour shift. Yep, that’s right. After three days of being with my girls 24/7 while they are both battling a very nasty stomach virus, I have a pretty good idea now of what… Continue reading The best hour and fifteen minutes of my life
I am walking our 2 year old in her stroller inwardly praying that she falls asleep so I can finally get a little break, when I begin to feel tears welling in my eyes as I talk to God. I choke back tears and whisper to Him how sorry I am for my messy parenting.… Continue reading My messy parenting
I truly believe this. Even on the toughest days. We have a choice, we can decide to roll over the yucky feelings from the day before or smile and take a deep breath and give the new day an opportunity to enter. I won’t allow the tired, frustrating and overwhelming feelings of yesterday define my… Continue reading Start Again
Whoah, this sure hit home when I read it. Not proud to admit it but I definitely had my grumpy pants on about 10 minutes ago. Typically I like to get my workout and shower in before the kids wake up because then it’s just constant distractions and the girls wanting my attention. Well today… Continue reading No room for grumpy
Somewhere in the first year Celeste was born I bought myself Timothy Keller’s book The Meaning of Marriage. Four and a half years later I have yet to finish it. I kept going back to it and feeling guilty that I would pick it up and devour page after page that made total sense; only… Continue reading The Meaning of Marriage