My Husband’s Triumphant Thirtieth Birthday

chamberlin801911881-04938898784.jpgToday is my husband’s thirtieth birthday! He and I met when he was 15 and I was 14. Now officially marks the year when I have known him just as long as I haven’t. He lived 15 years without me, and has now lived 15 years with me. Makes us sound old, but as high school sweethearts, our milestones will be plentiful.

It’s crazy to think of our teenage selves back in high school and all the years after that we went through together. The phrase “growing together” has never made more sense as we have accomplished so much by each others sides. We have worked so hard for everything we have that I know with this monumental birthday we are heading for even greater. I can’t imagine what my life would be like without him, and I thank my lucky stars everyday that I never have to wonder.

I’ve heard people call this the “dirty thirty” birthday, but I promise you, babe, this year will be the Triumphant Thirty. I love you!

 

Everything happens for a reason.

I believe things happen for a reason, but I don’t believe in predestination. Sounds a little confusing I know, but life is much more colorful than black and white. I believe in the gray that allows us to make our own decisions. Decisions that shape many different paths that we may walk of our own freewill, but ultimately lead to another fork in the road.

All this to say, there was absolutely a reason I didn’t get to post anything yesterday as I typically do. And I believe that reason was because of the dream I had last night.

If you know me, you know I’m not a real emotional person such that I don’t cry in certain scenarios other women might. I have gotten a bit softer in the recent years and have cried at silly things like a movie or song, but I attribute that to crazy hormones more than anything.

Well, after my dream last night, I’m just a crazy mess. I’m having a horrible morning between spilled breakfast and making a mess preparing my lunch. My clothes don’t match, and my hair is a mess. But I’m at work, trying to make it through the day and forget about the feelings my dream has dredged up.

In 2015, my grandmother passed away after battling breast cancer for a year. I had taken her to her first appointment when the oncologist first met with her about treatment. The entire battle was hard, but she fought just as hard.

Last night, what I can remember of the dream, she was in it. She was talking to me, but I can’t remember what about. I do remember feeling sad, but she hugged me and told me she loved me. I held her tighter and started to cry, and that is all I remember.

I think I missed posting yesterday so I could get this off my chest. I find solace in writing, more so than just talking it out. This is my way of getting it off my chest, and I am glad I waited until today to do it.

I miss my grandmother, but I am glad I got to see her in my dreams.

What’s your story?

I’m sure we’ve all heard this before. Someone random or even an acquaintance asking what makes you, you. It may be any variation or form of the aforementioned question, but it holds the weight of your lifetime in it’s punctuation. 
If someone were to ask you this question today, what would the answer look like? What would the events of your past, accumulating to the present, show? 

Would they show a hard worker, striving for success? Maybe even showing some milestone(s) of achievement? 

Would it show a family oriented series of memories, leading up to the creation of your own unit? Would you be surrounded by people who you love and are loved by in return?

What’s your story?

What does it look like?

The best part of this story, the one you are currently starting in, is it isn’t finished yet.

Holiday Traditions

It’s Black Friday, and if you are one of the brave souls who venture out on this infamously crazy day, more power to you. For me, this day has come to mean clean up! 

My family and I are truly blessed with how amazing our family is, both blood and chosen. When we get together, a good time is had by all, and the feast is bountiful! Yesterday, for Thanksgiving, the story was tenfold. We all have so much to be thankful for, and I am so thankful for the full house of wonderful people, plentiful food, and beautiful memories made. 

Moving on to today, it’s now time to clean it all up, and I seriously just want to sell my house. Forget it all, and move out of the mess! The next person can deal with it. 

In reality, it’s really not that bad. Two loads into the dishwasher, a dozen wipes, vacuum, and mop later, my house is starting to look a bit more in order again.

Tomorrow, I am hopeful the true traditions will begin. Setting up the Christmas tree, decorating the house, making gingerbread houses; it’s time to start the Christmas traditions! And as I have said previously, I am overly excited for this year. 

Dishwasher just dinged. Onto the next load. Someone send a search party if I don’t post in a few days! First place to look, in the sink, under the dishes!

Call me Mommy pt. 7

The sweetest sound in the world to the thirsty eyes and ears of a parent is a child excitedly calling their name with the biggest smile their little cheeks can hold.

Five days without seeing my girl. Four nights without bedtime kisses. It’s a barren state of being when your reason for existing isn’t readily at your side. 

I’m being dramatic, but hey, I’m a fiction writer. 

It feels like so long since I have seen my baby girl, hardly a baby now at almost three years old, but the moment we walk through the door to pick her up from her grandparents, that smile, that hug, those kisses, make the world tilt right side up again.

“Mommy!” She yells. “Dahey!”

We need to work on pronouncing our D’s, but it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever heard.

I would do anything for that little smile, and those hugs are enough to melt you through. I finally feel whole again, and now, it’s beack to the old routine! Plus or minus a few sleepless nights as punishment for being gone so long.

Merry Christmas! Find your Christmas Cheer!

I’m feeling rather festive this year, really getting into the holy holiday spirit. This year seems different for me, and I haven’t been able to figure out why. We bought a new Christmas tree and decorated it before the first of December which has typically been my rule. I’ve been playing Christmas music since before Thanksgiving (big deal for me), and I’m sure if my husband hears “Mary, did you know?” by Pentatonix one more time he is going to strangle me with garland. And we’ve seen Santa at least twice now.

I really hadn’t been able to figure out why I have been in such a festive mood until today, watching my daughter’s face as she opens presents for her first involved Christmas. Last year, my little girl was a tiny week-old newborn, sleeping through the holiday festivities while Daddy and I were trying to find as much sleep as we could, but this year, she is involved and wanting to be a part of it all. To see her eyes light up as another toy is put in front of her, to watch her smile as a family member plays on the floor with her, to hear her laugh and become excited as the wrapping paper rips and crinkles as she pulls it from her next gift has truly shown me the meaning of Christmas. To bring joy to those around you and be surrounded by the ones you love.

I guess I’ve been anticipating this day, building it up in my own mind and spirit, ready to spend this time with my little family and extended ones. I feel the peace I have always heard people talk about, and the joy at being with my family, but the love that is overwhelming me during this holiday, I never believed could be so strong. It is this emotion, this strong connection to my loved ones that is filling me with the spirit of Christmas and has me bursting at the seams with holiday cheer.

Now, please excuse me as I enjoy another holiday cookie before the New Year comes around, and my resolution kicks in. (Stay tuned!)