A Life More Beautiful

"'For I know the plans I have for you,' says the Lord." Jeremiah 29:11

Severe…

Hemophilia….

Hemophiliac….

Factor 8 deficiency….

less than 1% clotting factor….

SEVERE….

These are all things that Jason and I have talked about in the 30 days of Cayden’s life. We were told on the night that Cayden was born that one of his three coagulation tests came back highly abnormal. The next day, our pediatrician confirmed that our perfect little miracle has less than perfect blood….far less than perfect. Cayden was officially diagnosed as having severe hemophilia A.

And I felt totally blindsided!

When my OB walked in while the pediatrician was reviewing the blood tests with us, she offered anti-depressants to help me adjust to the news. (Granted, this isn’t a terminal diagnosis at all, but it isn’t something that we had wanted for our sweet little man.) Instead of anti-depressants, I opted for sweets, snuggles, crying and praying on Jason’s shoulder and reaching out to a cousin who also has a son with hemophilia. In one of my cousin’s (very encouraging!!) messages, she was talking about how hemophilia affects her son, and she added that hemophilia “did not define him.” That immediately jumped out at me!! Jason had already said the same thing several times when we had talked about the diagnosis. Hemophilia may be something that Cayden has, but it WILL NOT define him!!

The comments from Jason and my cousin got me to thinking about what really does define a person. Is it their appearance? Their occupation? Their reputation? Their health? Their family?

In Biblical times, the meaning behind a person’s name was so much more important than it is in modern times. In many cases, a name was picked for it’s specific meaning. It literally defined the person.

Jason……..”the healer”

Tabitha….”graceful”…Clearly, I am not living up to the meaning! Haha!!

Jabez…..”he makes me sorrowful”…that’s a great name for a son to inherit, mom!

Isaac…”he will laugh”

In some cases, if a person’s given name didn’t fit their destiny, God would give them a new and more fitting name.

Sarai became Sarah!

Abram became Abraham!

Saul became Paul!

The initial name given by their family didn’t fit into the grand plans that God had in store for them, so he passed on a new name and definition!

Back to our story…….When I was pregnant, I read that one meaning of Cayden is “fighting spirit.” I much prefer to think of Cayden as our little fighter than simply as a hemophiliac. He may still be small, but I know in my heart that this little guy is going to make an impact on those around him! He’s too much of a miracle baby for there not to be an amazing plan for his life!

A Christian speaker named Melissa Radke has a quote that perfectly fits our situation. She tells women to “choose your own tattoo.” She’s not advocating covering your arms in tattoo sleeves. Instead, “choose your own tattoo” means to choose the words that define you. Will you choose the negative words that the world throws at your life? OR will you choose to cling to the promises God has spoken over your life?

We are choosing His promises. We are choosing to tattoo the promises of God onto Cayden’s life. Hemophilia will not define Cayden or our family….only God can do that! We are exchanging a diagnosis for a promise!

hemophiliac….”fearfully and wonderfully made!!”

hemophilia A….”by His stripes we are healed!”

factor 8 deficiency….”we are God’s masterpiece!”

less than 1% clotting factor….”we have this treasure in jars of clay!”

severe….”From my mother’s womb, You have chosen me!”

“Don’t you see, you planned evil against me but God used those same plans for my good” Genesis 50:20

These are the words that I am choosing to tattoo on Cayden’s life. The others? They are just small details!

#caydenj #whitepartyoffive

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Six long months ago…..

It’s so hard for me to believe how much has changed in the last six months!

Six months ago tonight, my mom and I had just gotten home from taking my girls to my aunt that was going to watch them during my first surgery for breast cancer. I fought tears as I kissed them bye because I was terrified of something going wrong during the surgery.

Six months ago tonight, I was thankful for the ambien that my doctor had prescribed to help my overly anxious mind sleep the night before surgery! I had such a hard time turning off my brain that night, and poor Jason was so sweet as he promised me for the 1,495th time that God was in control. I’m eternally grateful that God blessed me with a hubby that is so much better at trusting and resting in God’s plan than I am!!

Six months ago, I had my first semi-successful surgery. My lymph node tested negative for cancer (MAJOR answer to prayers!!), but the initial surgery didn’t get all of the cancer as we had hoped. I had another surgery in December that (thankfully) removed the last bits of this invader.

Long story short-ish, we’ve officially been given the “cancer-free” announcement that made my new year! I quite literally had to hold on to the exam table to keep myself from lunging at my surgeon to give him an enormous hug when he gave me the news!

While these six months have been trying, to say the least, I have to say that we have been met over and over with God’s grace, love and strength in the most amazing and unexpected ways….from random encouraging texts from friends, a best friend holding my hand while I told my boss that this was definitely cancer, to my very best friend dropping everything to drive across town with FIVE kids and hold me as I cried over the news that chemo was a distinct possibility. We’ve had friends call to pray with us, bring meals to us, give the girls incredibly thoughtful gifts and hold our hand along this painful and eye-opening journey! We’ve experienced supernatural peace and strength through more doctor’s appointments than I care to recount. We’ve learned our ways around the maze that is Brookwood Hospital and met some of the most caring and compassionate doctors that I could have imagined!

As He seems to do with me, God tends to get my attention through songs when I least expect it. One day around the time of my first surgery, Brynlee was in her room playing a cd and this song caught my attention.

The chorus of the song says:

“‘Cause I know that You are who You say You are
And I know that You are God alone
So I’ll stand on every promise You have made to me
‘Cause I believe who You say You are!”

This song became a prayer for me. There were SO many days that I would listen to this song on my drive to and from work. I had to remind myself so often that I know God is who He says He is! His Word promises that He is our Healer, our Peace, our Strong Tower, our Refuge, and our Friend. I can assure you He has literally been every one of those to Jason and myself!

As much as I love the chorus, my favorite part of the song says,

“I may not understand
Everything You have planned
But You hold my world with steady hands;
I will trust You!!”

As unsteady as our world has felt, I can’t explain the peace that we have felt just knowing that NO MATTER WHAT He holds our world!! Our names are engraved on the palms of His hands, and as our pastor said on Sunday, “He is madly in love with US!!!” The God of the universe is jealously in love with our little family! He knew exactly what 2016 would bring to our doorstep……BUT He also knew the blessing that would be ushered in with 2017!!!

He knew that as our world was being rocked by a cancer diagnosis, we were being prepared to bring a new life into this world again. As we were debating the pros and cons of chemo vs. radiation, He was setting the stage for a little boy to shock us with the news that he was on the way!! My plan of being a  “girl-mom” was going to have a little man thrown into the mix! He knew our shock and disbelief would turn into amazement and LOTS of laughter.

And He knew that at the end of December, we would be told that there was a chance that this little miracle had Down’s Syndrome. Through tears, I told four trusted friends and asked that they help us pray. Again, I listened to this song over and over again. I knew that either way, we would adore this new addition, but as every mom, I prayed that Cayden would be born completely healthy! A blood test and high risk ultrasound later, we’ve been assured that our little man is perfectly healthy and has an extra wide foot like his Nanna 🙂

Jason looked at me as we left the high risk OB’s office, just like he did after my surgeries, and said, “I told you everything would be okay! God is taking care of us!!”

And you know what?? HE IS!! Through good news, bad news and all of the in between news we’ve received, God is taking care of us!! 2016 was a year that we will NEVER forget, but with God’s grace and healing, we made it through…stronger, closer to each other and with a testimony that we didn’t have in 2015!

“So I’ll stand on every promise You have made to me
‘Cause I believe who You say You are!”

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Who would have guessed?

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Cancer….Stupid cancer!! Our culture teaches us all about four letter words that can be so hurtful and angry. However, this six letter word has made so much more of an impact on our lives in the past month than any four letter word ever has.

I never would have guessed that at 32 years old I would be facing a second surgery for breast cancer and possible chemotherapy. I never would have guessed that I would now have permanent scars to my body caused by this stupid disease. I never would have guessed that Jason and I would have had to sit down our five and seven year old girls to explain that there’s a good chance Mommy may lose her hair.

Can I just scream how much I HATE cancer?!?!?!

I was having a particularly ugly cry with my best-est friend last week and pitifully told her that I feel like God is overestimating what I can take…..”I’m not Job!!” I told her through an onslaught of tears. Her answer caught me off guard, but I have thought about it so many times since then. Summer looked at me through her own tears and said, “No, you aren’t! You are Tabitha! And Tabitha is the one that satan asked God if he can test, and you are the one that’s going to win!!”

Jason and I never would have guessed that this is the road that we would be walking this year….but here’s the thing that’s hit me. God is not surprised!! My “second mom” called to check on me yesterday, and she reiterated several times that this did not catch God by surprise! He knew what this year would bring to us…..He knew our reactions, both good and bad! He saw all of the tears that Jason, Brynlee, Camryn and I would shed. He knew that the first surgery wouldn’t be the only one, and that I would feel crushed when I found out a second surgery will be needed. God wasn’t shocked at Jason’s anger or my rivers of tears that still flow on a daily basis. He wasn’t shocked that Brynlee will randomly burst into tears or that Camryn will run her fingers through my hair and tell me that she doesn’t want me to lose my “beautiful hair.” HE’S NOT SHOCKED!

He’s been preparing our little family for our biggest test and ministry opportunity yet. He has surrounded us with an amazing support group of family, “framily,” friends, co-workers and church family. He’s brought old friends back into our lives and given us doctors that we have quickly come to love and trust.

I would NEVER have chosen this road for myself…or even my worst enemy…but here we are. Tomorrow we meet with an oncologist to get a final decision on chemotherapy. Tonight all I can do is pray that we are met with better news than we have been warned to expect. Either way, I truly know that God has seen every step of this journey and will be with us every single step of the way. This is not at all how we would have guessed we would spend our 13th wedding anniversary, but it’s the road that we are walking hand in hand. I’m thankful to know that we will never walk one step of this journey alone, but will always be guided by the God who is never caught by surprise!

#cancersucks #BUTGodisBIGGER

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32…Really?!?!

Ok, so let me start by saying that I do realize that 32 is far from old…unless you ask our girls…HOWEVER, to see the age 32 linked to my age is just a little weird. As of tomorrow morning, I will officially be 32 (ick!).

In my 31.9999 years, I have cried, laughed and loved more than I would have ever imagined. I can’t wait to see what the rest of this story holds…which brings me to the reason for this post. I have been toying with this post for several months, but as a friend said several months ago, “Don’t sing the words to the song Oceans if you don’t really mean it.” Well, here I am at 31 years and 364 days old, I can truly say that I mean these words.

Our girls love a singer named Blanca, and the bridge to her song Echo stood out to me the first time that I ever heard it.

“Whatever You ask
Whatever You want
Use me
Choose me
Wherever You go
I wanna go too
Till I echo, echo You
Whatever You ask
Whatever You want
Use me for Your glory
Wherever You go
I wanna go too
Till I echo You!!”

The words were an instant challenge and honestly, they were a little scary to sing out loud. Am I really willing to do whatever He asks? Will I really go wherever He asks in order to make His mark and not my own? Will I continue to strive to follow my own plan or will I surrender those plans to Him in faith that His ways really are so much higher than my own nearsighted ideas for my life? It’s scary, but here I stand on the edge of another birthday….and my answer is yes! Not a tentative yes, but a firm YES! Here I am, and I know that I’m here for His purpose….whatever that may be.

Jason and I, along with our closest friends, have been talking for well over a year about wanting to do something that really, truly matters. Well, I want this to be the year that I truly live out the words above. I am most definitely a fragile work in process; a work that some days has a glimmer of Jesus slip through, but that usually looks much more like my selfish self shining way too brightly. I want to become an echo and reflection of Jesus, so that when people see me they truly see His love shining back at them.

I don’t know what God has planned for our lives, but I pray that each day I make a conscious effort to show Jesus and His love to all those that I encounter…whether it be a griping car dealer on the phone, a co-worker that I pass on a daily basis, the people in the produce aisle at the grocery and especially this wonderful family that I do life with everyday!! I want this to be the year that as a mom and as a family we become a clear and loud echo of Jesus!!

“He must become greater and greater, and I must become less and less.” John 3:30 (NLT)

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31 Days of Less….Here goes nothing!

I’ve been thinking about what to write about for this challenge for several weeks now. I’ve thrown around a ton of ideas, and none of them have excited me…..until this one! Then again, excited may not be the right word. Challenged is a more fitting way to describe how I’m feeling.

I’m an a typical Type A, people pleaser! I want you to like me, and I feel like everything I do should be perfect….or as close as humanly possible. I’ll blame it on being an only child. I also have an incredibly hard time at saying no. As evidenced by my day today, I have a gift for overcrowding my To Do list and trying to shove as much as I can into every second possible….all while being chronically late.

The entire premise of my “31 Days of Less” is to focus more on what actually matters (God and His people) and less on what isn’t as important (me and my to do list)…ouch, it hurts just to type that! Well, as I started the day planning this blog, I get a text asking me to help plan our elementary school’s fall festival…and I quickly say yes! How can I turn down an opportunity to reach out to our community??

And there’s the rub. Throughout this month, I’m going to be praying and working towards determining what needs to stay in our lives and what needs to go. I know going into this that each day will be different.

Less clutter – Amen!! Seriously, needed this about seven years ago before our little people were born….we now live in a combination of Barnes and Noble, a Barbie wonderland and an excessive amount of clothes of all sizes!

Less wasted time – Who doesn’t kill time that could be better spent as quality time with family?

Less bad attitudes – I’m preaching to myself, as well as the rest of my family.

Less social media – Again, this is directed at me, and if I’m honest, this will be really difficult! However, I know as soon as my husband reads this, he will be the one to hold me accountable, haha!!

In general, less of ME!!

And in the place of this clutter, I’m hoping we find more generosity, more kindness, more quality time and memory making, more love and patience with each other and more love for all of those that God has placed in our lives!

Thanks for joining me on my 31 days of less!! Here goes nothing….or better yet, here goes a lot junk out of our lives 🙂

 “He must become greater and greater, and I must become less and less.” – John 3:30 (New Living Translation)

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10 weeks and 3 days….

10 weeks and 3 days

5 weeks and 2 days

Ya know, in the grand scheme of things, that’s a really short amount of time. In five weeks, we will be planning Halloween costumes. In ten weeks, we will be anxiously watching the college football polls to see what teams will be competing in the playoffs. However, in those ten weeks, or even those five short weeks, AMAZING things are happening. In just five weeks, a little bitty heart is forming and is able to pump blood. In ten short weeks, all vital organs have formed and small fingernails are ready to be painted or caked with dirt.

And then the ultrasound……silence where there should have been a pounding heart beat. A perfectly still silhouette where we should have seen a wiggling, dancing little person. An umbilical cord that did not attach as it should have without any indication as to why.

In those short weeks, dreams were being formed, names tossed around and daydreams of little ones with brown hair and blue eyes dancing through our heads.

And then the ultrasound…..our sweet doctor explaining that miscarriages happen all the time. After the first such ultrasound, we were told that most women go on to have healthy babies…..and we had our beautiful Brynlee a short time later. After the second such ultrasound and a litany of additional tests, we were told to be thankful for Brynlee because I wouldn’t be able to carry another little one to full term. Thankfully, God is bigger than a doctor’s outlook!! And we were blessed with our second sweet girl a few months later.

Fast forward to a couple weeks ago and the Planned Parenthood videos that began to surface. Initially, I thought the videos had to be fabricated. Surely, a person could not justify SELLING the body parts of innocent babies and referring to them as “line items.” Really?! “Line items!!!” I immediately flashed back to receiving insurance documents after our first miscarriage and the following surgery. I vividly remember reading that there were not any deformities with the little one. In my mind, I could see that tiny little person in my sweet doctor’s hands. The same hands that so carefully delivered Brynlee less than a year later.

I won’t pretend to have faced what a single mother or a rape victim has had to deal with. I’ve never had to explain to my family that I am 14 years old and pregnant. I’ve never been down those roads, but I have had the excitement, nervousness and fear that comes with seeing that positive pregnancy test result. I’ve seen that positive result four times…..two times that ended in beautiful baby girls, and two times that ended with blood tests, lost little ones and rivers of tears.

The thought of Planned Parenthood dissecting and selling little ones like mine makes me sick and furious beyond words! And what’s worse, where is the outcry?! Where are the voices that are speaking up for these little ones that have no voices?! Where are the ones that know that life begins at conception and that know that EVERY.SINGLE.LIFE.MATTERS?! Even more, where are the ones that are reaching out to the hurting, confused and desperate women that think abortion is their only option?! I want to be that one! The one that reaches out to show them that they do have options, and abortion is NOT the answer! I don’t know where to begin, but I do know that my prayers are going up for the girls and women that are even considering walking into an abortion clinic..that someone will cross their path and point them to the One that has the answers!

Romans 8:28 says, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” Jason and I wouldn’t choose to walk down this road of miscarriages again, but if God can use these struggles to bring someone to Him, so be it. I pray that God will put people in our paths that we can daily point to God. And that “these light and momentary afflictions” can be used to bring glory to His name!

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“In the middle of the storm…”

A true Alabamian knows all the signs…..the sky turns an eerily pretty greenish, pink color……you step outside and can only describe the atmosphere as “soupy”……..your normally straight hair takes on a weird kinky, frizzy texture….and worst of all, James Spann sheds his jacket and displays suspenders and rolled up sleeves. Any true Alabamian will tell you that these are sure signs that a storm is imminent!

 

Two really strong storm systems have come through since we have had little ones. Both nights found us huddled in my mom’s basement, while Jason watched James Spann, and I tried not to become a total basket case! (I should insert here that I completely, utterly, totally HATE storms!!) Each time, I was elected to hold Camryn, while my mom held and played with Brynlee.,,,,,since Jason was our resident James Spann correspondent. It’s hard, really hard, to keep a calm face and voice, when you hear a meteorologist say TWO tornadoes are heading toward your “safe place.” I just held on to Camryn for dear life and prayed for the storm to pass quickly. I had visions of walking through Pleasant Grove two years earlier, and I was terrified that we were about to live through that again. Thankfully, we were spared any damage from the two tornadoes, and we finished out the night on a futon and air mattress in my mom’s basement.

 

Flash forward a couple weeks, and I’m driving the girls to daycare. Our morning soundtrack usually consists of an alternating playlist of Frozen or Darius Rucker…..You can easily recognize us as the girls in the bright blue SUV belting out “Let it go, let it gooooooo!” quickly followed by a rousing round of “Wagonwheel”….Well, that morning, I left the radio on and heard “I Am,” by Crowder. As soon as the chorus started, I thought about holding Camryn during the storm.

 

“I am
Holding on to You
I am
Holding on to You
In the middle of the storm
I am holding on
I am”

 

During the tornadoes, I was determined to hold onto Camryn as tightly as I could….as if in my arms she was completely safe. I curled her little, wiggly self into my lap and forced her to be still. I covered her completely with my arms and body. It’s just a mom’s instincts…..especially a mom that is terrified of storms. I knew, without asking, that Jason was ready to step in and do the same thing with Brynlee as soon as the storm got close enough. Thank God that didn’t happen.

 

But the chorus got me thinking…..In the middle of all of our storms, we aren’t alone. Even when we feel completely alone, isolated and insecure, God is still holding us. I just pictured myself curled up and being held through the craziness of the storms that we have all weathered. Through changing jobs, lost babies and family members, normal ups and downs of everyday life…….

 

“I am
Holding on to You
I am
Holding on to You
In the middle of the storm
I am holding on
I am”

 

There aren’t many thoughts that are more comforting. If the two tornadoes had hit our “safe place,” I would have used every ounce of my energy to keep my girls safe!! So, how much more does God look out for and hold onto US?!

 

“Love like this
Oh my God to find
I am overwhelmed
With a joy divine
Love like this sets our hearts on fire!!”

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What does happily ever after really look like??

It’s a rare day in the White house (our White house, that is) that someone isn’t dressed up as a princess, ballerina or Tinkerbell. Our girls are fascinated with all things girly….makeup, glitter, princesses and now, princes. Camryn loves to ask her daddy, “Will you be my ‘pwince?”  Even as I’m typing this, the girls are bouncing in their bouncy house (a pretend castle) and calling each other Anna and Elsa.

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I love princesses just as much as anybody and can sing most of the Disney princess songs by heart….don’t judge, what girl that grew up in the 90s didn’t dream of being Belle or Jasmine? But do I really want my girls to grow up expecting Prince Charming to sweep them off their feet? Or Aladdin to save them from a crowded marketplace? Or, most bizarre, an enchanted beast to turn into their perfect prince? I think I’ll pass! I’d rather they grow up expecting a more realistic Prince Charming like the one I found….who may not always be exceedingly charming, but I’d take him any day over Prince Eric 😉

So, what does happily ever after really look like to me? Celebrating our ten year wedding anniversary rafting down the Ocoee, laughing over the disastrous six mile bike ride on our honeymoon, and watching our mini-me’s grow up way too fast. Our happily ever after has had days lots of days when we are crazy in love, and other days when we just drive each other crazy. We’ve cried together over lost babies, friends and family, but even through those tears, my Prince Charming has found a way to make me laugh. Happily ever after is having little inside jokes and memories that can make us laugh until we cry. That’s what I want my girls to dream of! Holding hands in the car, venting at the end of a long day and arguing over who gets to pick a movie or how I can never pick a place to eat 🙂

Yeah, that’s the happily ever after that I want my girls to look forward to. Knowing that I’m always coming to someone who loves me, prays for me and laughs with me everyday. I’m not saying we have a picture perfect marriage, but I wouldn’t trade my Prince Charming for the world. He knows my crazy quirks and loves me anyways. And I love him even though he refuses to let me put my cold feet on his side of the bed. Forget Aladdin or Flinn, I’ll take my “pwince” any day!!

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A beautiful blessing…

Six years ago (December 1, 2007 to be exact), Jason and I went through one of the hardest times in our lives. At a routine ten week appointment, my doctor tearfully told us that she couldn’t find our little one’s heartbeat. I remember holding my breath and desperately praying that God would breathe life into the little body that we could see on the ultrasound screen. Later in her office, my sweet doctor fought tears along with us, as she explained that lots of women have miscarriages , and we hadn’t done anything to cause this. Dr. Kennedy assured us that most women go on to have successful pregnancies and that eventually we would have our own sweet little one. I could take you to the exact parking spot at Brookwood where Jason sat holding me as I cried. I kept thinking about all of the hopes and dreams I already had for that little bitty life!

When we went back to church a couple weeks later, I really felt completely lost and hopeless. If you’ve never experienced a miscarriage, I understand that comment sounds completely dramatic. If you have lost a little one, I’m sure you remember being in that place. It’s like everywhere you look, you see pregnant women or sweet little babies or cute baby outfits or the bibs that you had already bought for your little one…….

And then came a sermon that was specifically for Jason and me. Growing up in church, I have heard, literally, thousands of sermons, but this was one that I KNEW was God sending a message to us exactly where we were. The sermon that morning was on Hope……I have to say that I really didn’t want to hear about hope that day, as I fought tears to even stay in the sanctuary…but then I started to listen. Pastor Loper talked about how God gives us what we need, when we need it, and where we need it. (See, I really did listen!) The verse he kept referring to was Romans 15:13, “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him.” Throughout his sermon, he kept talking about how God is our Hope despite our circumstances. Towards the end of the sermon, Jason leaned over and said, “When we have a little girl, her name will be Hope!” Notice, he said when, not if!! He was completely confident that our dream of a family would be realized.

Fast forward 11 months…….After countless doctor appointments and ultrasounds, we welcomed Brynlee Hope into the world on November 4th, 2008. She wasn’t in a hurry to get here, and like her daddy, she hasn’t been in a hurry since! I remember staring at her when she was born and being amazed that we had been entrusted with her…..I have to say, I felt completely unprepared.

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And five years later, I still feel unprepared a lot of days. She is so much like me that it kinda scares me! Her little attitude and smart remarks make me alternate between rolling my eyes and covering my mouth so she doesn’t see me laugh. She’s content to sit and look at books all day and wants to learn everything that she can. She wears her emotions on her sleeve and loves with her whole heart. She hides behind me when she doesn’t know people in a crowd, but loves to be on center stage when she’s around her favorite friends and family. What can I say, she may look like Jason, but she’s my mini-me! A beautiful, hilarious, intelligent blessing that I am incredibly thankful for!

Brynlee, I can’t promise you that your life will be easy, but I can promise you that you will have a family standing behind you and holding you up in prayer. I can’t promise that girls will always be sweet and friendly to you…..actually, it’s more likely that I can promise you that they won’t…but I will always encourage you to “kill them with kindness” and hold on to true friends. I can’t promise that you won’t have your heart broken, but I will be here to provide the ice cream, chick flicks, tissue and a ride to your best friend’s that every girl needs after her first break up.

Sweet girl, you are an amazing blessing! Your Daddy and I love you more than you will ever know…and even better, Jesus loves you even more! Happy 5th birthday, my beautiful Brynlee Hope!!

 

Miss priss

 

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“No One Ever Told Me”

There are so many things that no one ever told me before I became a wife and mom. So, I thought I would share them to see if I am the only one that was caught off guard….

Before I got married, no one ever told me…..

that the guy that I thought helped with hanging the moon, was tragically incapable of doing laundry by himself. I’ll never forget the first time he called and asked how to turn on the washer!

that the 21 year old that I married would become the most amazing friend that I could imagine. He would be the one person who puts up with my grumpiness, moodiness, goofiness, impatience, stubbornness, ditziness and clumsiness….and still finds me cute and funny….even after seeing me puke up my big toe while carrying Camryn!

Anniversary

No one ever told me that staying in love is a choice that you make even on the hard days when you want to run and hide from the world.

Or that planning a weekly menu that doesn’t include macaroni or spaghetti takes a lot of creativity…..although you can never go wrong with macaroni if you ask me.

Before we had the girls, no one ever warned me that my feet would completely disappear two months after finding out I was pregnant!! Or that they would magically reappear the morning after the girls made their grand appearance!

No one warned me that the smell of peanut butter would have me running wildly from the room….or that I would live on Icees, banana Moon Pies and Sour Patch Kids….and of course, Zofran! 🙂

Then the girls made their appearance, and life as we know it changed forever!!

Our quiet Saturday night poker nights became nights at home coloring and watching the Fresh Beat Band. We traded Wings or Olive Garden for McAllister’s and Chick-fil-A. We traded chick flicks and action movies for Finding Nemo, Rio and “Punzel” (Tangled, for those of you that don’t speak Camryn-ese).

No one ever told me (well, they did, but I didn’t really buy it) that these two little people would forever alter our entire lives and perspective. That I would no longer be able to watch Criminal Minds or Law & Order without worrying about my own girls.

No one ever told me that I would trade Zumba or boot camp classes for a two year old drill sergeant that is WAY tougher and insistent than any trainer I’ve ever been around.

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No one ever told me that I would completely memorize “Dimity Duck” or “Mommy Calls Me Monkey Pants,” and prefer those books to any of the 50,000 other choices laying around their rooms. And that I would read them much more frequently than any of my own reading choices!

No one ever told me that I would completely identify with the National Geographic pictures of the crazy momma bear anytime a bully came within 15 feet of one of my sweet (most of the time) baby girls!!

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Or that the smell of a clean baby was one of the sweetest smells in the world…or that the smell of the same kid after an hour outside is one of the worst 🙂

There are so many things that no one ever told me that I have learned to love about my life…despite the fact that Jason still doesn’t do laundry, and Brynlee and Camryn still smell like outside when I pick them up from daycare everyday…..I have to say I’m pretty thankful for the things that no one ever told me 🙂

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