I feel as though I’ve learned a couple important things from the last 2.5 years of motherhood.
It’s been a hard season over here, and I haven’t been very good at posting motherhood things lately. Between building a house, moving into said house, losing my aunt, and raising babes, I feel like there hasn’t been a moment to just sit and meditate, think or do anything that recharges me or ignites me.
I sometimes feel like my identity is “Z and C’s mom” because that’s what I am day in and day out.
Red and yellow leaves, cool breeze.
Pumpkin patches and apple orchards.
Brisk walks and blankets to cuddle under.
Golden sunshine and Indian summer days.
Hoodies and football games.
All just little reminders that fall is here.
Fall is my favorite season, every single thing about it. And I’ve grown to love it even more when we had babies. Seeing them enjoy the beauty of fall makes it even better.
I’ve put together a list of my top 10 activities to do with your family to celebrate fall! Don’t forget to take a lot of photos as you’re making memories, and make traditions!
I wanted to thank you all for sticking with us through this journey.
Six months ago we said goodbye to our first house, our beautiful city, and our incredible friends and family and moved an hour north, into one room of my parents house.
Fast forward to today, and we are still living in that one room, but we are in the home stretch (no pun intended) of our modular home being finished and we couldn’t be more thrilled.
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 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.
To the lucky lady who marries my son,
Today is your wedding day, the day you marry the man I raised.
This is so hard for me to write and I’m not sure why.
Possibly because I’m currently swiping the hair off his forehead as he lays here sleeping.
He’s currently my 21 month old little boy.