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It's Official

I don't know why, when it comes to the people who mean the most to me, I am at a total loss for words. Trying to write down how much someone means to me, how much they have impacted my life. How I could not see who I am today without having them in my life. THAT is hard! This is a special day. A day for the record books. The most amazing man in my life hits the big -3-0-! Thirty that's right ladies and gentlemen. My husband has officially hit the (hold for shock value) THIRTIES. But let me get a little real with you and say. DAMN 30 looks sexy! My husband always says I'm like wine you only get better with age...which I retort with yes I am...a boxed wine. But let me tell you my husband is more attractive now than he has ever been. But it goes beyond the physical. He is an amazing father and husband. He loves unconditionally. He is compassionate. He is a hard and good worker. He is dedicated. He is faithful. He IS the real deal. BUT.... He's taken so find your own. B...

Today I Am Not The Person I Once Was

Today I am not the person I once was. If you looked at my past would you believe the person I am today? There are things that we hold onto from our past because we think they define us. Holding onto the past can cripple us OR it can remind us of who we once were and how far we have come. I look at my past and see someone who has made mistakes, failures, embarrassing moments, horrible choices. I have felt defeat, loss, guilt, pain. We are not the choices we have made. I have hurt others, I have lied.   Let it go! Do not carry the burdens of your past. Release them and remember how they have helped you to change and become who you are. I remember…..I walked down the hallways as middle schooler thinking I was the coolest kid ever. Only to trip and fall flat on my face in front of all the cool 9 th graders, …embarrassments that strangled me through years of my early teens... I remember… As a Sophomore I gave into a peer pressure for a boy who didn’t love me. As teenagers w...