I still remember the raw emotions.
Excitement, fear, worry, happiness, joy.
I still remember praying endlessly the entire 17 hours before they said “it’s time to do this.”
And then the following 4 hours of pushing.
And then the hour in the operating room.
And then the most pleading prayer of my life when you didn’t cry.
I’m sitting in my unfinished basement.
On a lawn chair.
With no idea what this post will be about…
it did what God designed it to do. it’s perfect in all its imperfections. it’s beautiful even when it makes me feel the opposite. it’s about time i embrace it all.
I try very hard not to care what other people think. But sometimes stereotypes and stigmas get the best of me.
So when my mom showed me a Craigslist listing for a modular home in December, I blew her off immediately. There was no way I would live in one of “those”.
Let me start by saying that I’ve been fortunate enough to have not lost anyone in the armed forces. My heart breaks for those that have. I do not write this post lightly. Please know if you have lost someone, you’re being prayed for.
I recently read somewhere to have a swimsuit body, you 1. Have a body, and 2. Put a swimsuit on it.
I love that. I also love this—Who needs a beach bod when you can have a mom bod?
You gotta love yourself a little in this day in age when body image is taking a hit, thanks to social media and photoshop and what the “standard of beauty” is. Continue reading
Let’s put it this way…I have a sweet tooth, badly. Got worse after little Charlie was born, and it hasn’t stopped yet.
I love to eat the entire tray of gluten free lemon bars in one day…and also gluten free blueberry muffins!