I would walk on legos for you

11 months of living apart from my husband was never something we planned. It’s never something we thought we’d be doing, and it definitely has not been easy.

It’s taught me how important my spouse is, and how easy it is for us to take someone for granted. It’s taught me the value of time, because two out of seven days a week is not much time to spend with someone.

It’s taught me about sacrifice.

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Things motherhood has taught me

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.

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Not just a day off.

Memorial Day.

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.

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I have become ‘that mom’

When I first started “planning” my motherhood journey as an adult, I swore to myself I would never become ‘that mom’ that did different things to get her child to listen, obey or stop crying! Continue reading

When my plan differs from God’s plan.

I knew we wouldn’t live here forever, but I was hoping for at least five years.

I was also hoping for our kids to be two years apart in age, but we all know that didn’t happen.

And I was even hoping we’d be living in a warm, sunny place (aka: Florida) but I believe that didn’t work out because we are meant to be here, in the mitten. Continue reading

I’m in a rut.

I feel like I haven’t written in ages.

It has been 24 days.

Here I am, still not having anything to write but feeling confident that as I sit here, typing, the words will just come. I’m going to take a stab and say I’m in a writing rut.

And quite possibly at the same time…a momma rut. Or a life rut. Continue reading