Monday, April 14


On March 28th my big turned 8.  photo IMG_7473_zps7c26677b.jpg
For some reason him turning 8 made me super emotional. I mean every year is hard but this year 8 just sounded so big. We celebrated with day with a special lunch date at Whataburger. His new favorite place to eat.
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Later that evening we had a fun party with all of our family and Parkers friends. We hired a video game truck for his party this year. I am pretty sure this is the best party invention ever for little boys. I might have had a blast myself playing the Wii Just Dance game.

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I am thankful for this child. He stretches me and challenges me to be better. I have to stay on my toes with this one or he outwits me. He has the uncanny ability to think critically just like his father and he thinks about things deeply. He is too smart for his own good and he has great ambitions. He has more determination to get things done then most adults. He is a goal setter, a creative, a dreamer and a do-er. He will go far in this life. I know he will. What a blessing it is to be his momma. Even if he does give me gray hair and wrinkles on my forehead.

Happy Birthday Parker! I hope this year is even more adventurous and beautiful then the last. You amaze me each day with you hilarious sense of humor and your tender heart for Jesus. Nurture that, it will take you far in life. You have my heart. Forever and always you will be my boy. The boys that made me a mom.

Wednesday, March 26

That one time I ran a Half-Marathon

First I want to say Thank You!
Thank you to everyone who encouraged me (and Phillip) this weekend on Facebook and Instagram. It definitely encouraged me to go through with the race. If I am honest, I had fears. I wanted to bail and pretend that I did it. But I also REALLY wanted to prove to myself that I could do it. So... I did it. And it was perfect. Painful, but perfect.

We decided since the race was on a Sunday, that we would make a fun little family getaway out of it. I mean why not? We were traveling all the way to Dallas to run the race. 
I love to travel. It energizes me. I love going to places with high energy, good food and different cultures. While we were in Dallas this time, we stopped at a park on our way to meet up with some friends. I forgot the name of this park but it was everything I LOVE about the city.

Open grass area, food trucks, live music, playground, bistro tables scattered about, families having picnics, big buildings in the back ground, children running and playing. It was the perfect afternoon. And a perfect pre-race chill day.

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The next day was race day. I am thankful for my friend who ran the race with me. Jessica, her mom and I had trained hard for the last 3 months for this day.  I learned so much about myself during that run. 13.1 miles if a long way y'all! Especially for someone who just started running in January. I learned that our bodies can do just about anything we tell it to do. I learned that with the right amount of determination and dedication we can achieve big things. When you set goals and work diligently to meet them you reap a reward that you didn't even know was coming when that goal is met.

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It felt good to do something for myself. It felt good to test my limits, to see how far I could push myself.  It felt good to cross that finish line knowing I did it. I finished it.

I am not the fastest runner. I am not the best runner. But I am a runner. I ran my race and I put all that I had into it. I finished under the time I wanted to finish it in and though I cried through the last 2 miles and I thought I would never make it, I did and I have never been more proud. (and I actually want to do it again) I ran alongside 10,000 other runners. Both professional and not. Their energy, their excitement, it pushed me and encouraged me. Together we were running. From all different places in life. Some of us moms, dads, grandparents, students and real life athletes. We were all out there running doing the best we could, working towards that finish line.

As I ran through the course I thought how similar this is to life. We are all running a race. We are all working towards goals and finish lines. Through some of the "miles" in our races we coast, feeling great. And then through some of the "miles" in our race we feel tired, worn down, busted and broken, but we have to keep going. You have to keep pressing because what's on the other side of those hard miles is victory!

I once said "I could never be a runner" and I once said "I could never run a half-marathon".  Friends, we have to push through those "I can't's" and "I could never's".  When you press through those, you begin to tap into a whole new world. You being to see your dreams come to life. Whatever your "run" may look like, you can do it. You can press through the junk and find victory. You can succeed at your dreams. Press in and press hard. You can overcome those obstacles because you ARE and overcomer. I will be right here cheering you along!

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So here's to that one time I ran a half marathon and it changed my life.

Saturday, March 15

Broken Bones

Wouldn't you know that on the first day of Phillip and I's longly anticipated vacation to Santa Monica, we would get a phone call with some unsettling news.

When I saw my sister in laws name come across the screen of my phone I knew something had happened. Maybe its motherly instinct? As I listened to her voice on the other end of the phone delivering the news, my heart sank.
Parker broke his arm. 
Being states away I felt guilty, frustrated and sad. I thought "surely its not broken".

My sweet sister in law drove him to the ER, my father in law met them there and we had him evaluate the situation. Sure enough...according to Dr. Papa the arm looked broken and he was heading into the ER. They set my little guys are that night and wrapped him up tight.

My momma heart was broken.
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After hearing how brave and tough our big guy was and after being reassured that he was doing just fine, we decided to not fly home early and wait until we got back Monday to deal with the arm.
Boys are tough. Mommas are not. My heart hurt the whole time I was there knowing one of my chickens had a broken bone. All was not right in my world.

We came home and tuesday morning we were at the Dr. early. We were given some more unsettling news.
They were going to have to RESET the bone. 
After attempting it TWICE at the ER.
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The next day we went in at 6:30am for the resetting. Y' is cruel to have to wake up at 5AM during Spring Break. It's even more cruel to have a little one with a broken bone during spring break!
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Our guy was tough and brave. He was more fearful of the IV then he was of the Dr. having to set his arm. I think the excitement of him having a super cool blue cast to go home in is what got him through.
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Thank you all for your love, thoughtful texts, prayers and gifts. He has felt encouraged by your thoughtfulness. And if you see him around, ask him for his sharpie. He on a mission to get that cast full of signatures.
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