Simple Pleasures


Family. Quality time. Simple pleasures.
Ice cream. Sunsets. Sweet tea.
Billowing curtains.
Thick grass under bare feet.
Sand between my toes.
Water running through my fingers.
White puffy clouds.
Pretty dresses. Flowing skirts.
Stargazing. Clear skies. Rain.
Swinging. Feeding ducks. A gentle breeze.
Sunshine. Chunky sunglasses. Fruity drinks.
Pumpkins. Watermelons. The smell of baking.
Christmas trees. Twinkle lights.
Fireworks. Glow sticks.
The sound of the ocean.
The view from a mountain.
Steam on the mirror. Fresh fluffy towels. Clean sheets.
Wide open spaces. Wild flowers. Palm trees.
Silent, early morning light. A harvest moon.
Porches. Rocking chairs. Story time.
Holding hands. Sparkling eyes. Baby snuggles.
Loving and being loved.


A Mother’s Prayer

I saw a version of this on facebook this morning. It is so perfect for me. I need to make it my mantra.Mothers Prayer

The one on facebook had be made a little more colloquial and went like this:

Oh give me patience when wee hands

Tug at me with their small demands.

And give me gentle and smiling eyes.

Keep my lips from hasty replies.

Let not weariness, confusion, or noise

Obscure my vision from life’s fleeting joys.

So when in years to come my house is still

No bitter memories it’s rooms may fill.

Either way, I was touched. While scrolling by a quick graphic, I saw a reflection of my striving. I copied it into my journal, but I think I’ll probably post in my bathroom or inside a cabinet or somewhere where I’ll be able to catch a quick glance of it in the heat of trying moments.

Selfish = Loveless

In a homily on May 14 Pope Francis explained that the devil tricks people into being selfish, then leaves them loveless. This wisdom is brilliant. And timely. And timeless. I so love the simplicity with which Pope Francis explains our beautiful faith. More than simple, he makes it so applicable. You walk away from him knowing how your faith should impact your behavior. His wisdom is so practical.

But back to selfish and loveless.

I think that is the root of the problem in that 32 video I posted a few weeks ago.

I think the majority of women my age lead fairly selfish lives. I don’t have evidence to back that up. It’s simply my opinion based on the people I know and know about. I think most women I know of are completely self-obsessed, only interested in what’s good for them, easy for them, or fun for them. And I think this is why they feel so empty, like the woman in that video.

Now, before you misunderstand me, I am well aware that I, too, am an incredibly selfish person. I, too, choose ease, and fun, and self-advancement when possible. I’m certainly not pretending that I’m some kind of selfless saint. It’s just that my lifestyle is intrinsically less me-focused than the lifestyles that many other women my age choose. I am raising four other human beings. All of whom have many needs. Most of which have to be put before my own. Despite my own selfish tendencies, my lifestyle often doesn’t allow for many selfish choices. But I’m happy. And incredibly fulfilled.

It’s not as though each moment of my day is pure bliss. Any mother, or even pet owner, knows that when you are responsible for another life there are many less than blissful moments. But when I step outside myself and look in on me and my life, I don’t see the monotony and discontent that the lyricist in that video sees. I see joy. I see love. I see happiness.

So, basically, I think the Pope is right. I think he hit the nail right on the head. And I think that 32 video is evidence to support my theory.


Lucky Love

lucky love

So there are all of these posts up now like 26 ways to make a girl happy and the ones that describe the sweetest girl and sweetest guy and it just makes me realize how luck I am…I guess that sounds super cheesy but it’s the truth. I have the most amazing man in the entire world.

Just a few examples:

Josh works at least 10 hours a day 90 miles away from here, but he drives home every night now just to make me happy.

When I was looking for something to eat tonight, I found cake mix and icing in the back of the pantry…apparently Josh is going to make me a cake for my birthday.

Even though he can’t call me during the day, he sends me sweet texts when he can sneak some time on his phone.

Even though he misses his friends too, when he’s home with me, he gives me 100% his attention.

When I was being a hormonal basket case on the phone tonight, he was so patient and calm and just kept telling me how much he loves me and how he’s going to do everything he can to make me happy.

He always finds a way to reframe whatever is upsetting me so I can see it from a more productive angle.

He always knows what I really mean when I say ambiguous things like “it doesn’t matter”

He’ll give up a weekend of much needed rest just to make sure I can get to Texas to see my family

I could go on and on but the baby’s sleeping which means I should be sleeping too…oh that reminds me… he’s an incredible father and nothing makes my heart overflow quite like watching him with our son. It’s a feeling like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Moral of the story: true love exists and I’ve found it…no matter how cheesy all of this stuff sounds, it means a lot to me. Josh knows me on such a deeper level than anyone ever has before.

It’s funny how when you’re in high school and “in love” at the time you really mean it. You love that kid more than you’ve ever loved anyone, but after you grow up and find the real thing, you can’t help but laugh at what you thought love was. I don’t mean to degrade those first loves b/c I know they’re special…I’m just so overwhelmed with how intense real love is.

I should probably write all of this down somewhere so that I can read it when we have rough days. Even though I know we will have rough times, I’m fully confident that we can survive it all…

Yeah, I’m pretty darn lucky