We share our lives in a way we’ve never done before. We talk about raising our children and our families. We talk about our passions and the things that bring us joy. That’s something we’ve never had before, and I’m thankful for it.
I’ve found that much of my family now is people I have chosen. The family solely made of shared blood and genetics has been transformed into a family made of shared experiences and common interests.
Most days, he and I couldn’t be more different. We have different passions and different personal goals. And every day I’m thankful for him being in my life.
So here begins my journey into being more grateful and gracious. In being more mindful and more meaningful. More intentional. More empathetic. And maybe I’ll even have some of those healthy physical side effects as well.
It’s time to make some changes, y’all. I’ve been a bad blogger. I’ve been a bad eater. I’ve been a bad exerciser. I’ve been just all-around bad.
I’m truly blessed to have such real marriage role models to inspire me and guide me in my marriage. They’ve taught me what love really looks like, and it certainly doesn’t come from a storybook.
I’ve been silent about our country’s current political climate because I have far too many feels and they’re too much to process without feeling frustration and anxiety and anger and sadness and fear.
Yep. “Spirited.” That’s code for “willful” or “stubborn” or “opinionated” or “challenging.”
For nineteen years, I grieved as your friend and classmate. But this year I’m grieving you as a mother. And my heart is breaking all over again.
When coupled with my husband’s rational and logical outlook, my rational self wins. In the next few weeks, James will become a full-time daycare kid.