Wednesday, October 26, 2011

I pin, you pin, we all pin for Pinterest!

If you haven't already discovered it, do yourself a favor and get on it!
It's a website called Pinterest, and it was love at first pin.
I swear it's more addicting than cocaine to a junkie.
Not that I know what cocaine is like, but you get the idea.

I've gotten the inspiration I needed to finally go through my disaster of a closet and get rid of clothing I haven't touched in too long. Granted, I was pregnant for most of the past year, but let's face it. Those cute distressed daisy dukes I rocked pre-pregnancy don't fly for a new momma. 
It's time to leave my flirty, teenage wardrobe in the past, and embrace a new mom-approved look.
Just to give you an idea of what I have planned, here's a picture from none other than Pinterest.

Minus the heels, of course. I could never walk in them before, and now with a baby on my hip? Forget it.
But I want my wardrobe to include a lot of high waisted skirts/shorts/pants, blazers, textures and patterns that can easily blend together or be worn separately.
I'm going to have a few "essential" pieces in solid colors and work around those. That way I'm not spending money on separates that I never end up wearing because I have nothing to wear them with.
You know what I'm talkin' about.

Anyways, if you want an invite to Pinterest (you have to either be invited or "apply" for an invitation) then shoot me your email!
But be warned, you will spend entirely too much time on there, and get entirely too many ideas stuck in your head. It's guaranteed. 

Monday, October 24, 2011

When one door closes

I want to thank each and every one of you that prayed for Todd through this job searching journey.
It has been a rough year, but the light at the end of the tunnel has finally been reached.
Todd got the job at Target.
He was supposed to have a total of five interviews, but after the fourth, they let him know that it was not necessary to have another interview. They wanted him.
The best part?
Not the fact that the pay is better, or that the benefits are better. Not even the fact that they offer tuition reimbursement.
No, the best part is that, instead of leaving for work at 10:30 AM, when they baby is just waking up, and getting home at 8 PM, when the baby is getting put to bed, he'll be leaving at 6 AM and getting home at 2 PM.
That means time to play with Aubrey.
Dinner with the family.

God is good.

The funny thing is, Todd applied for this same position at a different Target store, further away from the house, and didn't get it.
It was a long process, and he made it through to the third interview, but they ended up going with an internal candidate.
He felt stuck- disappointed.
But I tried to remind him daily that he had a job, we could pay our bills and buy diapers, and that we were better off than a lot of people. He would smile, and say I know.
But Todd's the kind of guy that wants to buy the people he loves everything.
And when he couldn't do that, he was reminded of how he felt like he couldn't provide enough.
So when the same position he had applied for earlier opened up at a store five minutes from our house, it was a no brainer. He applied, went through what felt like the never ending interview process, and he got the job.
Perfect timing too, what with the "demotion" and all.

Just remember, if you ever feel stuck in a rut, or low on your luck, that when God closes one door, he always opens another.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

4. Four. Cuatro.

   Okay, I told you I would come back to the 10 Simple Truths project, and I'm sorry it has taken me this long, but a lot has been going on in Rocky's boring Modern Life. 

  I'll be totally honest with you. I don't have a lot of patience with people. If you're in front of me in line at Publix, and you take forever to pay because you keep telling the cashier to take things off, then put them back on, then run to a nearby aisle to grab something you forgot, and I told Mom it was going to be a short trip, that I would be back to feed the baby in no time, and no time turned into 45 minutes, then yes, I will go home and tell my husband all about the dumb lady who couldn't make up her mind.
(I am sorry if this is ever you. I don't really think you're dumb, I just have no patience.)

So, this a two part flaw.

A) I have very little patience
It's not all of the time, or with everyone I encounter, but I get frustrated easily. 
When the baby's tired and decides he wants to throw himself 27 times, causing me to almost drop him 26 times.
When I ask Todd to do something, and because he's laid back, relaxed and chill, he takes a little longer than I would like and I get annoyed.
When my Mom asks me too many questions that I know none of the answers to.
Please don't think I'm an angry person, or that I get annoyed with any of you. I don't. It's usually just with my family, and I think it's because I know they have no choice but to love me. ;)
In all seriousness, it is something I've been working on, and improving on. I just have to remind myself to stop, relax, and enjoy life. Even the parts that don't seem to be very enjoyable.

B) I call people mean names. 
Most of us do. 
And I never thought anything of it, until I became aware of it. Dumb, Lame, Stupid, Moron, Idiot, Retard.. 
It's pathetic how many times some of these words have escaped my lips. While in the car, in the store, at home...
I started to type that I don't mean them maliciously, but how else can an insult be taken? 
No matter how you mean them, if you say them to someone's face or behind their back, it's wrong. I know it's taken me this long to realize it, but I want to seriously encourage all of you to be aware of it. To stop and think about it before you say it. After all, you know what they say. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. 
Oh, Todd came home from work the other day telling me how there's this guy he works with who calls people clowns. Like, he's such a clown. Or, don't be a clown. Anyways, I think it's a pretty reasonable substitute for those other words, and have replaced them in my vocabulary with clown. It makes me laugh when I say it, so then of course it never really sounds like an insult.

I can't really think of anything positive about me right now. 
I was going to try and make something up, but this is supposed to be about me being real and honest.
And if I'm really honest, I'd say that I think I'm a decent enough person to not be called a bad person, but I don't feel like I'm good enough to be called a good person. 
I guess I've got some things to work on, and I'm okay with that. 
It's the simple truth. 

Friday, October 21, 2011

One day at a time

  As I sit here, with my windows open and the smell of fresh cut grass wafting through the room, I am reminded of how much I dislike summer. I would say hate, but that isn't quite true.

  Summer once had its perks. It meant no school, parties, beach, parties at the beach, concerts, frozen margaritas, staying up late and sleeping in. It meant being young, lazy and irresponsible.
And while I will always treasure the memories those summers brought, the disgustingly hot season now means one thing- staying inside with the baby to avoid being seared by the heat and dying from heat exhaustion.
Alright, maybe that's an exaggeration, but it feels true nonetheless. I swear this past Summer was the hottest one yet. I am gladly welcoming this Fall weather, which is a first for me.

  Fall used to mean back to school. Wearing ugly uniforms that were too warm for Summer and way too skimpy for Winter. It meant spending 7 hours a day, 5 days a week, with annoying teachers and gross cafeteria food. Nothing good came from fall and the succeeding months.
Funny how being a mom changes things.

Fall now means staying warm in our jammies 'till late morning.

Taking walks when daddy leaves for work, and taking another when he gets home.

And it means potato and squash soup and grilled cheese for dinner..

Yeah, it was that good.

Tomorrow, Todd and I are going to get to spend our first Saturday together in what may be months. And Sunday too.
Unfortunately, it's because a "demotion" took place, but it's our first weekend together in a while nonetheless.
Just when you think money can't get any tighter.
But there's no point in worrying about something you can do nothing about. If there's anything I've learned this year, it's that.

For now, I'm going to enjoy the blessings of cool weather and a weekend.
And take it one day at a time.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Do you DIY?

  In my last truth project post, I talked about how messy I am and how I plan on changing that.
Well, we're starting this month! Since we're on a pretty tight budget, I've been planning on doing a lot of DIY projects to revamp our room, and man! There's some great stuff out there.
Thankfully the hubby is just as crafty as I am, and is all for it!

   Our first project was painting. I wanted a crisp, clean, airy feel, and that's exactly what we got! We used Behr Aqua smoke as an accent wall color, and we painted all the wood trim/baseboards an antique white. The rest of the walls were already a cream-ish color, so we left them as is. It costs us about 30 bucks total.

  Next, we're overhauling the closet! It currently looks like this;
Don't judge!

  And will hopefully end up looking something like this;

  You can't tell from the picture, but our closet is a walk-in. Obviously it's a tiny bit LOT smaller than this one, but you get the idea. This closet system can cost an upwards of 1,000 dollars. The one Todd's going to make? Maybe 100.

  Somewhere in the near future, Todd is going to make bookshelves for our room like he and my father-in-law did for the baby room!

    I plan on adding fabric to the back of the insides of the shelves using wallpaper glue. I think I'm most excited for this part of our room. I have boxes and boxes of books just waiting to come out and play. You can probably buy bookshelves like this at Walmart or Target, but they'll be made out of particle board and cost you about 150+. This whole set was about 100, and will last a lifetime. Real wood, baby.

  If you've got a Faith Farm, Goodwill or Salvation Army near you, go hunting! They often times have furniture with great potential. All you need is a bit of paint, maybe some stain, and a few hours, and you've got yourself a recipe for a brand spanking new dresser/chest/tv stand etc..

  I am going to make curtains for our abnormally long windows, and put photo collages on our depressingly bare walls. You know those lovely picture canvases that can cost anywhere from 40-100 dollars? Well, I plan on making them. And it will probably cost me less than 20. So excited.

  I'm just not that crafty or creative, you say? You don't have to be! Just google DIY insert your choice of project here and voila! Don't be afraid to mess up- It will probably be cheaper for you to do it twice than it will be to buy it already made/brand new. Go crazy, I say!

  I'll be sure to keep you updated with the progress of our room. Next up is my sewing corner! It's in desperate need of some TLC..

Happy DIY'ing!

Monday, October 17, 2011

Baby, I'm amazed by you.

I know I said I would write everyday. I know I said I was going to write about my insecurities.
But today was too full of love and new arrivals to discuss flaws and silly insecurities.

While I fully intend on getting back to my Truth Project, I have too much to say today to talk about negative things.
Today, my best friend gave birth to a beautiful, nameless baby boy.
I say nameless because they can't decide on a name. He's so little and sweet that it's hard to imagine any name would fit him. But one day he won't be so little and he will carry that name proudly.
He will grow up surrounded by love and familiarity, hope and pride. He will learn about his crazy family, and the people who might as well be apart of the family, because they're just as close.
And that's what it's all about. Surrounding yourself with people you love, and love you the same in return.
Family isn't forced, it's made. 
And sometimes, it comes in the tiniest of packages..

My brother-in-law also happened to welcome a beautiful baby girl  into the world today.
Two babies in one day? Amazing.
It's surreal to see how life goes on, with or without our permission. The days pass, the moments fleet, new life arrives and grows before our eyes.
How can anyone be less than amazed?
Miracles, I say. They happen everyday. And today, I got to hear about two. Amazing.

It puts things into perspective real quick. After spending the night at the hospital, I came home to nurse my baby boy and snuggle with my love. I smelled Aubrey's hair and nuzzled his squishy cheeks. I crawled into bed beside Todd and sneakily wiggled myself under his arm. I whispered I love you into his ear, and thought about the night, 5 months ago, that we birthed our very own miracle into this world.
Oh, how time flies.

Life never ceases to amaze me.

Friday, October 14, 2011

3. Three. Tres.

Alright, today's gunna be a quickie post because;
A) Family is here- It's Friday!
B) I've had a drink and don't feel like typing too much,
C) There's not much to say about today's negative.

I am messy and disorganized. I do this thing, where I pull everything out of my dresser in order to find an outfit for the day and I don't put it all back.
Or if I do put it back, I don't fold it so eventually it all doesn't fit properly, which leads to it ultimately ending up on the floor. In my defense, we don't have furniture in our room yet (besides one dresser) and our closet is pretty small, so there isn't much space to put my endless amounts of clothing.

I just cleaned up my computer the other day and found that I had thousands of pictures stored in random places. It literally took me 3-4 hours to make new folders and place everything in the proper timelines. Then I started thinking about all of the papers I have in random places in our room that are semi-important, thus leading me to the conclusion that I am very disorganized. As most of you know, you can't afford to be disorganized when you're a mom.
Luckily, these things can be changed.

The good thing is that once I get everything organized and made up, we will make our house a home. And I must say that I consider myself a creative person. I know how to make a room look expensive, while spending the least amount of money possible. Hopefully, by the end of the year, I will have my dream room. For now, I guess I'll work on keeping it organized..

Thursday, October 13, 2011

2. Two. Dos.

There's a few things that have come to light now more than ever, due to the fact that I have two boys in my life who need me and expect things of me.

I never thought of it as a problem before. I thought I was just shy, or I had a nervous habit, but the thing I thought was harmless before has become a hindrance. I feel that it has become what people call anxiety.
Let me explain.
Since I can remember, I've always had a hard time talking to strangers. Whether it be standing up in front of a class to read a speech, or ordering my food from a server at a restaurant. I would get sweaty palms, start stuttering, and make a complete fool of myself.
Of course, that would create more anxiety for the next time a speaking situation would present itself.
So people like my friend Grace, then eventually my husband Todd, would order my food for me, or ask for dressing rooms in the store, or call to order pizza.
I would stand off to the side, and say thank you.

As I said before, it was never really a huge problem. But now.. Now it's different. I don't want to call the pediatrician to make an appointment for Aubrey, and I definitely won't take him by myself.
I actually prefer not to go anywhere by myself, really.
If I'm in a store, and I have a question, I suck it up and figure it out myself, or I beg Todd to ask for me.
I order pizza online, and I make someone else pay him when he gets to the house.
The list goes on...

The weird thing is that there have been many times when I have struck up conversations with complete strangers. The, he's so handsome! how old is he?, question that ends up turning into a swapping of life stories. It happens.

So where does it begin, and where does it stop? This time, it's one of those things that I know I can have control over, but I have no idea where to start. All I know is that it has got to change.

As a positive, I think I'm a pretty friendly person.
I get along with people really well, and I like to think that others can confide in me. 
I realized this when I was a server at Duffy's. I had no problem relating to my customers, and I had no issues with any of my co-workers. I love being in the company of friends, and nothing makes me feel more loved than being included. Call it what you like, but it makes me feel appreciated. 

Okay. Two truths down, eight to go. Bear with me.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

1. One. Uno.

I was going to wait until tonight to write, but the baby's asleep for his morning nap, and now seems better than later. After all, it might take me a while to get this down. I want to be as real and honest as possible, and I don't want to sell you short by running out of time.

Here we go.

I've been trying to decide which flaw or insecurity to write about first, since I feel that I have so many. It's hard to say, but it's the truth. There are so many. 
It makes me sad that I am so uncomfortable with myself, and I am hoping by putting everything into words, I can learn to overcome them and be okay with them. 

My first and foremost insecurity is my skin.
It's awful and has been since the age of 14.
I look back and find it hard to believe that I spent my entire  high school career with something that became my reason to hide.
I'm talking about acne, people. Not the just-a-pimple-here-or-there kind. I have what is called cystic, or nodular acne. 
It's a medical dilemma and I recently found out it cannot be treated with over the counter products, but deserves medical attention. Which unfortunately I cannot afford to give since I am nursing.

Do you know how much of me wants to quit nursing so I can get the medicine needed to make it go away?
A large part of me.
But an even bigger part of me knows that baby is my first priority, and my skin will have to wait.

Like any other sickness/disease/irritation/sensitivity, I have my moments of terrible, and my moments of not-so-bad. Some days my skin is easily covered up with some makeup, but other days, I feel as though you can see my blemishes from outer space. Not only do they look bad, but they feel bad. The baby loves to touch my face when I'm holding him and sometimes it hurts just to be touched. And those moments are when it kills me.
When, why can't I just be like everyone else and have normal skin?, runs through my head.

The measures I have to take to keep from irritating my skin feel endless. 
I can't use anything with fragrance or synthetic preservatives. If it has any type of medicine (salicylic acid, benzoyl peroxide) then forget it. It has to be oil free, yet not drying.
That goes for anything I use on my body. Shampoo, conditioner, lotion, hair styling products. If it has the possibility of coming in contact with my face, or anything that touches my face, it has to be sensitive skin approved. 
And as far as makeup goes? Forget using the stuff you find in drug stores or Target. I pretty much stick to Bare Escentuals, which isn't cheap. None of the "sensitive" stuff is cheap.

There are so many times when I wonder if anyone else has the same problem I do. So many times when I wonder if it's the first thing people see when they look at me. 'Cause I know it's the first thing I see, so how could anyone else overlook it?

I'd have to say that if there was one thing I could change about myself, it would be my skin. But for now, I'll have to deal with it. It's one of those, out of my hands, things. And sometimes I feel guilty that it bothers me so much, because after all, I shouldn't be so worried about my outward appearance or about what people think. But I can't help it. I've become obsessed.

Now, for the positive. Since I talked about my skin, something physical, I will list a physical attribute that I like about myself.
I think I have great hair. Honestly. It's shiny, thick, curly but not too curly, and makes me feel sexy.
My friend's mom used to call it 'victoria secret' hair. 
I can put it up, or leave it down. Most of the time I don't even do anything with it and it still looks great! I got lucky, and I know a lot of girls/women would kill to have hair like mine. All conceitedness aside. 

Sometimes I think that if my hair looks good enough, my makeup is covering enough, and my clothes are put together enough, than no one will notice my skin, or at least notice it less. Maybe it's true, since I've never had anyone say anything about it to me. Or maybe people are just too nice, or not brave enough, to be honest. I'll never know.

Well, that's that. I hesitated just now when I was about to hit the publish button, because a significant part of me doesn't want to make my flaw even more prominent than I feel it already is. But I said I'd be honest, so I'm not going to hesitate this time.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

10 Simple Truths

Earlier today I was perusing the contents of my Facebook when I came upon an old "note" written in January of 2009. It was a list of 25 random facts that one may not know about me. It was interesting to see the things that are still true, or never came true.
Then it got me thinking.. There are so many things that I don't like about myself, and many that I do.
And sometimes, I wish I knew how other people felt, and if I was crazy to be obsessed over my newly acquired stretch marks. Am I the only one who has insecurities and flaws I feel the whole world can see?
Probably not.
But no one talks about these things, because who's crazy enough to point them out and put them on display?
I am.
I want to be real. Relatable. I want you to read my words and say, I feel ya, girl.

So this is my new challenge. I'm going to write everyday, and each post is going to include one insecurity or flaw, something I can change, or something that's out of my hands. Whether it be physical, emotional, spiritual, or personal. I am going to display them for the whole world to see.

On the flip side, I am also going to include one thing that I like about myself. It's not good to focus on the negative, and it's not the point I am trying to make. For every negative thing I see in myself, I am going to find a positive.

I want to challenge you to do the same. You don't have to start a blog, or show everyone you know, but maybe you can write it in a diary or on a sticky note and stick it to your mirror.
There's power in owning your feelings, and doing something about them.

It's important to know you're not alone.
Take my hand and come along for the ride!
Tomorrow's a new day.

Monday, October 10, 2011

No if's, and's or butt's about it

Every Friday night, the family comes together, and it's time to party.
Mom blares spanish club music while she cooks and we occupy empty counter tops and watch her do her thing. Let me just tell you, it's a sight to behold.
Aubrey goes from arm to arm, Uncle to Aunt, and back to Mama when he starts to get fussy. We let him stay up a little later than usual, because he likes to party too.

And when we put him down, the real party starts.
Monopoly, baby.

What's monopoly without a little rum? ;)

I look to forward to these weekly gatherings. 
We could be out with friends, spending unnecessary money amongst a crowd of strangers. But we chose to come together, and be a family. We pray together, we eat together, and yes, we party together too.

And when Brother comes over the next day to work on his motorcycle with Dad, we take advantage of the below 90 degree fall weather, and play outside with the dogs.

With the holidays coming up, I can't help but remember all of the traditions we've shared as a family.
I can recall Thanksgivings at the table, being made to say things we were thankful for. 
Christmases gathered around the tree, reading the story of Jesus.
New Years, waiting for the clock to strike 12 so we could hug everyone in the room.

I look back now and I realize how glad I am that I was raised in a family with traditions and good memories. 
Memories that I fully intend on passing down to my children. 
And making new ones, of course.

Like apple picking in the early fall, snow angels in the heart of winter. Grazing sunflower fields in the wake of spring...

Oh wait. 
Let me make that Florida appropriate.

Love bug swatting in the early fall, sun tanning in the heart of winter. Thunderstorms in the wake of spring...

Regardless, memories we shall make. And they'll be full of traditions, love and family. 

No if's, and's, or butt's about it. 

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Iphone, Blackberry, and arithmetic

All these things make me sick!

I cannot begin to tell you how much I have been hating these so called smart phones lately.
I just want to make a call, or send a text or two.

Why in the world do I have to navigate through 6 home pages, 20 buttons, and technical jargon to send a text?!
What happened to those flip phones with actual buttons and black and white screens??

Okay, I won't go that far. I like the fact that my phone has a camera and I can snap a shot of Aubrey on command. But, that is easily the only upside to my overly technical phone.

Which leads me to post this picture......

I remember there was a day when dropping your phone meant a scratch here or there, not the whole screen SHATTERING. Ugh. I get annoyed looking at it.
And as if it's not bad enough that it's not very visible anymore, it just so happens to be a touch screen that has little shards of glass flaking off of it. Not so touch friendly anymore.

Now off to AT&T I go.
Here's another problem- What phone do I get?
I switched from Iphone to this Windows phone, and couldn't have been more disappointed. While I like that it has the option of a keyboard for texting (I wanted to throw my Iphone against a brick wall whenever I was texting) it has just presented a whole new set of problems. Like how it wants me to use Zune for media instead of Itunes.
Or how it doesn't have Instagram.
Or any of the other Apps I used semi-frequently.

My lovely husband gets the pleasure of accompanying me. Hopefully we can find something suitable for my simplistic demands.
I'll keep you posted.

Until then, enjoy this lovely picture of baby on our stroll in this wonderful below 90 degrees weather.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

The list goes on

There has been this battle of epic proportions going on inside of my head.

You know, the kind that gets started by a simple thought and before you know it, there are a million ideas running a million miles an hour in and out of your brain. Talk about a headache.

What could possibly cause such ruckus, you ask?

Don't get me wrong, I love school. I always have. But right now, in this stage of my life, I am finding it very difficult to conjure up the motivation to continue my education. It might have something to do with the fact that;
A) I don't want to leave my son,
B) I would have to go to school at night, since we can't afford/don't want to put the baby in daycare and
C) If I go to school at night, that would mean the few precious hours I get to see my husband would instead be spent sitting in class.

Yes, I know plenty of people do it all the time and sacrifices are sometimes needed, but it's about deciding what is more important to me right now. And honestly, school isn't.
Now, God forbid something were to happen to Todd and I were to be forced to get a job to support myself and Aubrey. I would have, mmm, about two career options;
A) Waitress (which I absolutely hated) and,
B) Receptionist/Secretary/Office assistant etc, etc..

That right there is reason enough for me to finish my degree. Not that there is anything wrong with having/doing those jobs. In this economy, anyone should be thankful to have any kind of job. But I've had those jobs and I always felt like I was meant for something different.

And I know I was meant to be a mom.
Too bad it doesn't pay.

The truth is, Todd makes enough money to support us. Our bills get paid every month and we're able to buy the necessities. But the materialistic side of me (don't judge!) wants to be able to buy fabric to sew, new dresses to wear, and a new camera to play with!
And of course, toys for Aubrey, super cute baby clothes, little Converse in every color..

Like I said. There's a lot going on up in my noggin.
Part of me feels like it's expected of me to finish school. Part of me wants to prove that, even though I got married young and had a baby young, I can finish school.
Most of me wants to continue to be a stay at home mom and have lots more babies. And a small, yet significant part of me wants to get my degree in education and teach little kiddies about reading and writing.

I guess that's what comes with being an adult. You gotta make decisions and accept the "baggage" that comes along with them.
So, off to make decisions I go.


Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Count your blessings, one by one

I am repeatedly reminded of how blessed I am.


And I am constantly reminded of how quickly time passes.
In his eyes, the faces that he makes, the "words" that he speaks. He is an ever present reminder that this stage  of his life is short, yet sweet. I have no other choice than to try, desperately, to memorize every detail of his color flecked eyes, his pouty pink lips.
The way he sings himself to sleep, and the way he sticks his butt in the air when doing so.

Yesterday, Todd turned 25.
After an early visit to the baby doctor, we decided to take advantage of the slightly cooler weather and hit the beach. We hadn't been in so long. We almost forgot what it felt like to have hot sand between your toes, to feel the salt slicked air whip across your face. We were only there a few hours and we went home with rosy cheeks and burning eyes. That's how you know it was a successful day.

5 dollars an hour for parking?! Nooo thank you.

He tries to eat everything.


LOVE that budha belly.

Everyone's been picking on Todd and his quarter-of-a-century age. I feel bad, but it's too funny to sit out.
I try to imagine myself in 5 or 10 years, and I think it's so far away. Yet here I am on the brink of 21, when just a few years ago I was dying to be legal.

All I can say is, 21, you can find someone else. I'd like to stay 20 forever, thank you very much. You can keep your legality and the inevitable 22.

I cannot fully express to you how much I wish I could stop time.
But then I remember all of the things I have experienced and been blessed with just this year, and I get excited for the years to come, and the moments I will get to share with the people I love.
And I have realized, that in the midst of trials is when you can fully appreciate all that you have.

It's not about money, or how big your house is. How many cars you own, or if your clothes are up to date. It's about a little boy and the way his color flecked eyes look at you, or the way your husband sweetly brushes his lips against your forehead. Stopping at a gas station and finding the ever rare wild berry skittles, and enjoying an 85 degree kind of day.

It's about the love you give, and the people you give it to. And finding the blessings in every situation, 'cause I can guarantee you that they're there. They may not be obvious, and you may find yourself digging for them, but be sure to count them, one by one.