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Thursday, June 13, 2013

My status


I have to say, 3 years later and still single? I’m actually kinda proud of it. I know the typical thing to do after a long relationship implodes is to rebound into something new. And I didn’t. I stayed single for 2 years and have only had one (8 month long) relationship since my ex-husband and I split. Yeah,I spend a lot of evenings watching netflix, alone, with oreos. Or wine. But dude. There are some good shows on netflix, let me tell you.
In all seriousness though. I’m beginning to know what it feels like to be content in where one is at. Yeah, I definitely have lonely moments, but I also have really full moments, in fact my life is so full at times I feel it could burst.
When I look back and see where things have gone, how God has taken me through some really dark places and held me through it all I can’t help but be overwhelmed with gratitude.
But back to my original subject. My relationship status. A few friends of mine here and there have taken to insisting I attempt to date and I am going to try. Try being key.
The problem with me dating is this: I really just want to be friends with someone, for a really long time, and then eventually fall in love. It may be fear-based - the ex-husband ripped my heart out and threw it in a wood-chipper and then ate the leftover pieces. So to be perfectly honest, the thought of “dating” someone in the traditional sense actually makes me nauseous. How can one possibly get to know someone in a real way if they are always trying to impress you and you never see the real person? I haven’t figured it out….hence my friendship theory.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Happy Birthday Bedtime

Tonight we celebrated my oldest boy’s 9th birthday.  It was a great party, with good friends, pizza, pinata, cupcakes and presents. 






All this week leading up to the party whenever it was mentioned, the baby would say to us “Not Bubba’s party (that’s what he calls Casey) MY party, MY birthday party, MINE!” (yes….he’s two obviously).  And we would laugh at him and tell him no, it’s Bubba’s party bud, not yours.  And then he would get so mad. Sometimes he even threw a fit, the really funny kinda fit where he smacks himself in the face and lays on the floor silently after he does it. I know I shouldn’t laugh, but it truly is hilarious to watch. 

I was a little worried he was going to be upset at the party because it wasn’t his party, but he did great.

And then tonight I put all the kids to bed, went and sat out in my living room and just listened.

"Happy birthday to you!  Happy birthday to You!  Happy birthday dear Bubba! Happy birthday to you!"

Tristen was singing the birthday song to Casey, it went on for several minutes and then silence.  Casey had fallen asleep to the sound of his baby brother singing to him and Tristen had sang himself to sleep.

These moments.  This life.  These beauty from ashes treasures that God has given me. My cup overflows..