Showing posts with label Reflections. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reflections. Show all posts

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Enjoy: The Gift of Sexual Pleasure for Women Book Review



Enjoy: The Gift of Sexual Pleasure for Women, Dr. Clifford and Joyce Penner

This book is from Focus on the Family. It's a good book, but I honestly felt like it is written for someone who is not yet married, or who is in a sexless or unfulfilled marriage.

Although I agree with the majority of the authors writings... it simply does not apply to me. You see, I've been happily married for 12 years to an amazing hubby who always puts me first in the bedroom. He is loving, understanding, spontaneous, adventurous, gentle and very respectful of me. 

I won the lotto, when it comes to my man!

*Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through Tyndale, book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.


Monday, July 31, 2017

What if All I Want is A Mediocre Life?

What if I all I want is a small, slow, simple life? What if I am most happy in the space of in between. Where calm lives. What if I am mediocre and choose to be at peace with that?

The world is such a noisy place. Loud, haranguing voices lecturing me to hustle, to improve, build, strive, yearn, acquire, compete, and grasp for more. For bigger and better. Sacrifice sleep for productivity. Strive for excellence. Go big or go home. Have a huge impact in the world. Make your life count.

But what if I just don’t have it in me. What if all the striving for excellence leaves me sad, worn out, depleted? Drained of joy. Am I simply not enough?

What if I never really amount to anything when I grow up—

What if I am not cut out for the frantic pace of this society and cannot even begin to keep up? And see so many others with what appears to be boundless energy and stamina but know that I need tons of solitude and calm, an abundance of rest, and swaths of unscheduled time in order to be healthy. Body, spirit, soul healthy. Am I enough?

Read the entire beautiful article at  A Life in Progress.


"All I really want is a small, slow, simple life. A mediocre life. A beautiful, quiet, gentle life. I think it is enough." - I love this quote! If you are a go-getter that is perfectly fine, but for the hubby and I, we want the simple life with 'enough'!



Read my take on finding enough here.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

If You Give Your Husband a Kiss....

I fell in love with Leah Heffners "If you give your husband a kiss" article and I wanted to put my own spin on it for this time in my life. My hubby works long hours, we live on a hobby farm, own a home business, home school three kids, have a special needs son, and try to keep up with everything else that makes up this life we live.... but I still love kissing my hubby and nestling my head under his chin....
So here is my version...

If you give your husband a kiss, he’ll probably want a hug to go with it.
You’ll nestle your head under his chin, and just breathe him in.
The smell will remind you of when you first started dating and you didn’t want to be anywhere else but nestled under his chin.
You’ll think back on some of your favorite first dates – ice cream, long walks, holding hands, and late night talks.
Before you can get too carried away, a child (or dog) will probably interrupt you, breaking apart your hug.
You’ll open your eyes to see dishes that need cleaned up, kids waiting for your attention, and the million other tiny and enormous things you do every day.
You’ll see homework that needs finished, the floor needing swept, the bills to mail, and beds that need made.
You’ll see marks on the walls and mountain of laundry and the inch thick dust bunnies.
You might be so overwhelmed, you won’t know where to start.
You’ll see all the ways your life is different now than it was when it was late-night dates and ice cream runs.
So you’ll take a deep breath, whisper a prayer, take a drink of tea, and just start on something.
You’ll get so caught up in what’s going on around you, you’ll miss talking to your husband before he goes out the door.
You’ll start to tell him you love him, when you notice someone spilled water on the floor.
After you mop up the floor, you’ll wash your hands, and notice your wedding ring.
Your wedding ring will remind you of your wedding, and the man that you married.
You’ll think again of all the ways life is different now than it was when he slipped that ring on your finger.
And then you’ll think of all the ways it’s still the same, just like when you nestled your head under his chin.
You’ll hear the door to the garage shut and realize your husband’s off to complete his tasks for the day.
You’ll realize you don’t want to miss giving him one more hug before he gets too busy.
So you’ll run outside, barefoot, looking like a hot mess.
He’ll smile because he thinks you’re beautiful, and you’ll still not understand how much he means it.
You’ll probably smile back, trying to pick one out of a million things you could say.
Instead, you’ll decide to give him a hug.
And chances are, if you give you’re husband a hug, YOU’LL want a kiss to go with it.
 NOTE: You can read the original article at Life Around the Coffee Cup.

Friday, July 7, 2017

The Little Girl Who Broke My Heart...


While my son, QW was in ICU of the Children's hospital, we were moved to the ICU Burn Unit due to the regular ICU being under staffed. We ended up staying in the ICU Burns Unit for 4 1/2 weeks out of the five weeks that we were in the hospital.

We came to like and know most all of the burn unit staff and some of the patients..... including a little (3 or 4 yr old) girl called Miesha. Oh, my goodness, she was the cutest little thing! She was already there when we arrived and was still there when we left. She was burnt from head to toe and could hardly walk or talk when we first met her, but every day she got a little bit stronger. 

The kids in that unit would do their walking therapy in the hall. Miesha would stop and wave at our sons door when she did her walking therapy and my son and I would stop and wave at her door when he did his walking therapy. 

Some days you could hear her just scream and scream when they did dressing changes. Other nights you could hear her little voice crying for her momma. Most of the time, she was alone in her room. In the five weeks we were there, her mommy (who looked to be in her teens) only came 3 times. Her grandma came 2 times. The nurses said no one came to see her the first two weeks she was in the hospital. 

My heart broke for her. 

The child life specialist would take her stuffed animals and toys. The music therapist would play and sing Disney songs for her. The nurses would put in movies, and would put her in a wagon and bring her out to the nurses desk so she would have someone with her. They would paint her nails and dress her up in little sun dresses and rock her to sleep. But, they also had a job to do and couldn't be with her all the time.

The only photo I have of the little girl who stole my heart.....
 taken on the day my son was discharged to come home.
The last day we were at the hospital, we had taken my son down to the child life zone and the child life specialist brought Miesha down also. She saw me across the room and came right to me, arms open wide, and gave me the biggest hug....

I wished right there I could've brought her home with me; burned, scars, feeding tube, diaper, and all.... she had won my heart and tears started running down my cheeks....

I pray for that little girl every time I think of her, for healing, for someone in her family to step up and love her, but also for her to know the Lord, and to know her worth someday. 

She will never know the impact she had in my life or the unspoken love I have for that black headed, brown eyed, dark skinned, little girl in my heart.

So, although she will never know... there will always be a middle aged, white woman, work from home, stay at home wife, and homeschooling momma of three, living on a hobby farm in East Central Indiana, praying that God will be extra close to a little girl named Miesha and surround her with love.

PS. I think she stole a little piece of my hubby's heart too... 

*We went back a month later for my son's checkup and to see Miesha and taker her a book, but she had been discharged, and by hospital policy they can not  give us any info about her. I may never know what happens to her, but I will always remember her and pray for her from time to time.

Friday, May 5, 2017

Class of 2017 - Baz Luhrmann Inspirational Speech - Wear Sunscreen

My oldest child is graduating high school this year.... where did the time go?!?! 

My hubby had me listen to the following speech a few months ago and I keep going back to it....  While it may have been written 10 years ago, I think it is still great advise for today's Class of 2017!
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of 2007, wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists.
Whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience, I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth, oh, never mind. You will never understand the power and the beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in twenty years you will look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now - How much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future or worry that. Know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind. The kind that blindsides you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you. 
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other peoples' hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. 
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. 
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-old's I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40.
Maybe you'll dance the "Funky Chicken" on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much. Or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. 
Dance. -even if you have nowhere to do it but your own living room.
Read the directions even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings, they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go. But a precious few, who should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle.
For as the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel. 
Accept certain inalienable truths.
Prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old and when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young - Prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders. 
Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you'll never know when either one will run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're forty, it will look eighty-five.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of wishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off. Painting over the ugly parts and recycling for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Listen to Baz Luhrmann Speech and the song here.

So, to my beautiful daughter - remember the sunscreen..... and these words of wisdom! - Congrats to the Class of 2017!



Sunday, April 30, 2017

Seven Money Types and What Type I Am

I am a sucker for quiz books and figuring out your 'type' whatever type that my be.... I love trying to discover who people are, and what makes them do the things they do, or act a certain way....


The Seven Money Types is not a book on how to manage money. Rather, it is a unique approach to understanding how you relate to handling money. This book gives a different perspective on money than any I have ever read. I found it fascinating. It uses Scripture as a baseline and the author does a good job of giving real life examples to back up his theories. This book will change your approach to money, helping you understand other people's interactions with money and your own!

What money type are you?

I am a Jacob.... My belief is that money should be used to create pleasurable experience (can anyone say travel?? I love to travel and explore the world, creating memories with my family!) I use money to create beautiful moments and buy beautiful things.... spending money to decorate my home, or buying fresh flowers for my table every week is important to me and worth every penny..... however, I may need to become more intentional about using my money for others....

My daughter, is an Aaron... She believes money should be used to serve others. She is concerned for injustices and spends money to remedy them. She has a lack of planning and attention to finances.

My hubby, is a good mix of both Isaac and Moses. He believes that money should not be wasted, but rather maximized. He makes the most of every dollar and loves financial order, budgets, and a good plan. Sometimes, he needs to lighten up, plan to splurge, and create space between himself and finances.

I am amazed how 'type' books and quizzes often coincide with each other... for example, I'm a Dressing Your Truth Type 3, who loves adventure and experiences, my daughter is a Type 2, who worries about others, always wanting to make them feel better. Hubby is a Type 4 who is orderly and a planner, not getting excited or rushing into things.... our types suit us perfectly, no mater if it's Dressing Your Truth, The Happiness Style, The Personality Test or the Money Type....

If you want to take the quiz to find your money type, click here.

To comply with regulations by the FTC, BookLookBloggers has provided me with a complimentary copy of this book for review purposes. All opinions are my own.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

The Passion Flower Story


The passion fruit is a vigorous, climbing vine that clings by tendrils to almost any support. It can grow 15 to 20 ft. per year once established.




The Story of the Passion Flower 

    I have this beautiful flower climbing on my arch that I walk under on the way to my office entrance. It is so intricate and beautiful, I thought I'd share a little about it with you all. Although it doesn't bloom until summer - it always reminds me of Easter.

    The Passion Flower (Passiflora) is a symbol of Christ’s Passion and Cross: including his scourging, crowning with thorns, three nails and five wounds.

    In the 15th and 16th centuries, Spanish Christian missionaries adopted the unique physical structures of this plant, particularly the numbers of its various flower parts, as symbols of the last days of Jesus and especially his crucifixion.  
    • The pointed tips of the leaves were taken to represent the Holy Lance that confirmed Christ’s death.
    • The tendrils represent the whips used in the flagellation of Christ.
    • The ten petals and sepals represent the ten faithful apostles (excluding Peter, the denier and Judas scariot, the betrayer).
    • The flower’s radial filaments, which can number more than a hundred and vary from flower to flower, represent the crown of thorns with which roman soldiers crowned him as the “King of the Jews”;
    • The chalice-shaped ovary with its receptacle represents a hammer or the Holy Grail
    • The 3 stigmata represent the 3 nails and the 5 anthers below them the 5 wounds (1 in each hand and foot and the last one in his chest caused by the Lance).
    • The colors have also have a meaning. Many species are white and blue colors, representing heaven and purity, and purple, which was the color of the robe that Romans covered Jesus after crowning him.

    The flower has been given names related to this symbolism throughout Europe. In Spain, it is known as “Christ’s thorn”.

    German names include “Christ’s crown”, “Christ’s bouquet”, “crown of thorns”, “Jesus’ passion”, “passion” or “Mother of God’s star”.

    For the invisible things of Him, from the creation of the world, are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made; even His eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse:
    –Romans 1:20

    Thursday, March 30, 2017

    Three Loves and Lessons Learned



    It's no secret that most of my friends growing up were boys....
    Aside from my sisters, I have only had two extremely close girlfriends in my life.... Carla and Suzie - one when I was younger and one as a young adult, - the rest were all guys. 

    I'm not sure if I liked hanging out with the guys more than girls because I was a tomboy myself, or because most girls are just too much drama, and drama has always stressed me out! 

    While I could name off a whole list of guys that I considered my friends over the years... there have been three guys who not only were my best friends at the time, but whom I also loved....

    I came across the following article the other day and while it may not be true for everyone, it is definitely true for me.....
    It’s been said that we really only fall in love with three people in our lifetime. Often our first love (his name was Joshua and I really thought we'd be together forever!) is when we are young. It’s the idealistic love—the one that seems like the fairy tales we read as children. We enter into this love with the belief that this will be our only love and it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t feel quite right, or if we find ourselves having to swallow down our personal truths to make it work because deep down we believe that this is what love is supposed to be. Because in this type of love, how others view us is more important than how we actually feel. - It’s a love that looks right, even though many times, you really don't know what love is yet. 
    The second (my 1st husband, Jim) is our hard love—the one that teaches us lessons about who we are and how we often want or need to be loved. This is the kind of love that hurts, whether through lies, pain or manipulation. Our second love can become a cycle, oftentimes one we keep repeating because we think that somehow the ending will be different than before. Yet, each time we try, it somehow ends worse than before. Sometimes it’s unhealthy, unbalanced or narcissistic even. There may be emotional, mental or even physical abuse or manipulation—most likely there will be high levels of drama. This is exactly what keeps us addicted to this storyline, because it’s the emotional roller coaster of extreme highs and lows and like a junkie trying to get a fix, we stick through the lows with the expectation of the high. With this kind of love, trying to make it work becomes more important than whether it actually should. - It’s the love that we wished was right.
    And the third (my loving hubby, Stephen) is the love we never see coming. The one that usually looks all wrong for us and that destroys any lingering ideals we clung to about what love is supposed to be. This is the love that comes so easy it doesn’t seem possible. It’s the kind where the connection can’t be explained and knocks us off our feet because we never planned for it. This is the love where we come together with someone and it just fits—there aren’t any ideal expectations about how each person should be acting, nor is there pressure to become someone other than we are. We are just simply accepted for who we are already—and it shakes to our core. It isn’t what we envisioned our love would look like, nor does it abide by the rules that we had hoped to play it safe by. But still it shatters our preconceived notions and shows us that love doesn’t have to be how we thought in order to be true. It’s the love that just feels right.
    Maybe we don’t all experience these loves in this lifetime, but perhaps that’s just because we aren’t ready to. Maybe the reality is we need to truly learn what love isn’t before we can grasp what it is. Possibly we need a whole lifetime to learn each lesson, or maybe, if we’re lucky, it only takes a few years. Perhaps it’s not about if we are ever ready for love, but if love is ready for us.
    And then there may be those people who fall in love once and find it passionately lasts until their last breath —the kind that leaves us wondering if we really know how to love at all. Someone once told me they are the lucky ones, and perhaps they are. But I kinda think that those who make it to their third love are really the lucky ones.
    What it really comes down to is if we are limited by how we love, or instead love without limits. We can all choose to stay with our first love, the one that looks good and will make everyone else happy. We can choose to stay with our second under the belief that if we don’t have to fight for it, then it’s not worth having—or we can make the choice to believe in the third loveThe one that feels like home without any rationale; the love that isn’t like a storm—but rather the quiet peace of the night after.
    And maybe there’s something special about our first love, and something heartbreakingly unique about our second…but there’s also just something pretty amazing about our third. The one we never see coming. The one that actually lasts. The one that shows us why it never worked out before.
    I have been asked if I would do things differently if I could change my past.... my reply has always been and still is "No!" My past has made me who I am today. I wouldn't change a thing. I have no regrets. I'll always care for my first two loves, but my third love- he has my heart and is my world!

    Thank you Stephen for being my love..... I wasn't looking for you, but I'm so blessed that you are mine! 

    "You found parts of me I didn't know existed and in you I found a love I no longer believed was real." - Unknown

    *Please note: The article was originally written by author Kate Rose and was published by: elephant journal. I have edited parts of the article. You can read the full article here.

    Thursday, March 23, 2017

    Talking With God Book Review


    Talking With God
    By: Adam Weber
    5 Stars

    I love, love, love this book!!! The style of writing, the simple truths, the practical lessons, the humor, the realness. It's a great book!

    Prayer seems like it should be so simple. Yet, when it comes to actually praying, often it feels awkward and complicated. I mean... what should you actually pray about? What do you say? Is there anything I should or shouldn’t say? Do you have to speak out loud?

    Then comes the craziness which is life. Between work, changing diapers, walking the dog, unread emails, trying to keep up with our neighbors... and the laundry, who has time to pray?

    The truth is, prayer is simple. It’s like talking. Talking with a good friend. And the best part? Our God can’t wait to talk with us.

    I have always loved South Dakota... the Badlands are one of my most favorite places, and we've also been to Sioux Falls, Falls Park and the Corn Palace in Mitchell.... if I'm ever in South Dakota again, I'd love to visit Embrace Church and meet Pastor Adam Weber in real life.... 

    This book will definitely be added to my book shelf.

    You can purchase the book here.

    Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through Bloggingforbooks, book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.

    Thursday, March 2, 2017

    When your Family Isn't Your Family Anymore

    I grew up as the middle kid out of seven. There are 6 yrs between my oldest sibling and me, and 9 yrs between my youngest sibling and me. There were 2 boys and 5 girls. I have very fond memories when I was little.


     I remember our family trips.... I loved playing the car game with Dad at night while everyone else was asleep..... it was my favorite part of traveling.

     I loved going to the auction barn with dad -especially if we come home with a baby lamb or other animals.

    I loved the wintertime when Mom would read stories, with all of us kids piled up beside her on the sofa.

    We spent a lot of Sundays at G'pa Stumps house- playing games and eating popcorn and ice cream.

    I loved spending the night at my G'pa Fricks... G'pa had two nicknames for me... 'Goldilocks' and 'woodchuck'.

    I loved going to church, singing at the nursing home, and bible study- because it meant that I would spend time with my best friend- she was great. I loved sleeping over at her house.

    I especially loved Christmas when all the aunts, uncles, and cousins would spend the whole weekend at Grandpa's house....

    Growing up, us kids were never close, but life was good... we played outside, rode our bikes into town, played with the neighbor kids, and worked hard. We lived in the country and had 15 acres to roam. We loved finding treasures in Dads junkyard.

    When I was 12, it all changed. My parents took us away from our church, our friends, aunts, and uncles.  We stopped spending Sundays at G'pas house.... our family was strained. Us kids didn't get along.

    Through my teen years, I really struggled to be connected to anyone. I ran away from home at the age of 13. My closest sister moved out of state when I was 14. My oldest sister married and moved to MS. My older brother moved into his own house. I hated my three youngest siblings....  with 6 and 9 yrs younger than me, they always got on my nerves. My parents moved out of state and I moved into my first efficiency apartment at the age of 16.


    Life drastically changed... over the next few years I had very little contact with family. My best friend deserted me. The church that I had grown up in wanted nothing to do with me. I was an outcast to pretty much everyone, but especially my family - my parents, siblings, aunts, uncles and cousins. I got pregnant, got married, had step kids, moved a lot, and got divorced.

    Then life changed for the better. I got saved, made new friends, met an awesome guy, (my hubby) and got married.

    Through all of this, my family was mostly absent... I saw my parents once (sometimes twice) a year. I did keep in contact with my sister closest in age by phone for a few years, but she lived out of state and after I got married, she had nothing more to do with me.

    Two years after I got married, my parents moved an hour away from us, back to the area I grew up. Most of my siblings also moved back to the same area and we started seeing each other more.

     Hubby and I had 2 more kids and while my parents have always been wonderful grandparents to my kids, my relationship with them has pretty much stayed the same.

    All the family gets together for Thanksgiving and Christmas and a few times in the summer.... It's like everyone tries to get along... like they want it to be one big happy family, but in reality, everyone is putting on a front to try to be something that we have never been.



    My extended family is no longer my family.... we have all gone in different directions, we don't have much in common with each other, we never did. It's not who we were and it's not what we are now.

    Has your family dynamic changed or has your extended family stayed connected?

    Please note: I do love my extended family. I will always be there for my parents, siblings, nieces and nephews.... that won't change. 

    Tuesday, February 14, 2017

    The Man I Love

    Happy Valentines Day! Today, I want to celebrate my hubby! I have been blessed with a good man! Let me tell you my top ten favorite things about the man I love.




    He always does the right thing -even when it's the hard thing to do. He is a man of values and good moral. He is polite, not just around others, but here at home around me and the kids.

    He is a man of few words and uses his words wisely. I love hearing him talk. When he speaks, people stop and listen because they know he has something important to say.

    He always treats me with respect. I am his equal. He asks and values my opinion, He lets me choose where I want to eat. What I want to do. He always puts me first in the bedroom -enough said! He can tell when something’s important to me, and for the most part, he lets me run wild with my (crazy) ideas.

    He is a hard worker. He provides well for our family - we lack for nothing. He is a successful mold maker by day. But he also works hard around our property. He can fix, remodel, and build anything..... and he is extremely good at it. He helps me around the house.... he helps wash dishes, he scrubs the floors, and keeps things looking nice. In all the years we've been together, I have never washed the windows.... he does that for me!

    He is a good dad. I love watching him play with the kids. I love that my kids beg to drive to recycling or the gas station with dad. He talks with them about life things -dating, saving and investing money, history, teaches them right from wrong, and to think for themselves. He turns up the music and has dance parties with them in the living room. He takes them on bike rides and for ice cream in the mustang. He spends every Tuesday afternoon and evening with the kids while I volunteer at the local pregnancy center and do my weekly grocery shopping.


    He always has my back. It doesn't matter if it's a family member, a business client, or a stranger.... he always stands up for me! He has my back when the kids try to play us off each other, or if they start taking me for granted. He gives me grace, even when I don't deserve it.

    He loves me unconditionally. It's no secret that some days life is hard for me- I struggle with autoimmune disorders and chronic stress, and on such days, he physically takes care of me. Even when I feel at my worst, he tells me I'm beautiful. I never doubt his love for me.

    He has a great butt and the sexiest smile in the whole world. If I am upset, his smile can make me laugh....

    He protects me. He is always ready to shield me from harm. His arms are my safe place. Outside worries melt away. I always feel safe when he is by my side.

    He is romantic. Not in the 'go out to a fancy restaurant, bring home chocolates, or plan an extravagant getaway kind of way'. No, he's romantic in the everyday kind of way. Holding my hand when we go on walks, sitting beside me when we eat. Snuggling with me on the sofa every night. Still opening my car door after all these years. Coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me while I'm washing dishes or cooking supper.

    What are some things you love most about your hubby? Brag about him in the comments below!

    Thursday, February 2, 2017

    Taking Care Of Me - Relaxing

    This year, I am choosing to take care of me......

    and that means I've been enjoying some time in the sun.....


    walks on the beach...


    watching the kids (and the hubby) play...



    laying at the pool...


    walking under the moss covered oak trees...


    exploring the island...


    seeing the beautiful views from our hotel balcony...


    listening to the waves crash...


    playing in the sand...


    watching the sun rise over the ocean...


    finding sand dollars and shells...


    watching the tide come and go...


    enjoying the warm breeze...


    spending time with my family...


    and simply enjoying life..... 

    ...... I think I could get used to this......

    Thursday, January 12, 2017

    Taking Care of Me - 2017

    I've never been one for New Years Resolutions....it always seemed kinda silly to me.... So many people make a resolution to change, but so few actually see it through.

    However, I do like to pick on word or thought to be a reminder to me throughout the year.

    The last few years, my thought has been to Choose Joy. We can all stand to have a little more joy and happiness in our lives.... but this year, I was ready for a new thought.... so, for 2017 - I choose to take care of me!


    Over the years as a wife and mom, I often get distracted with the busyness of life and have let myself go. When you have a mini farm, animals, grow and preserve your own produce, home school, run a home business, volunteer, have a special needs son, and in my case have cancer, chronic stress, and multiple autoimmune diseases..... taking care of myself is often the last thing I think of.

    So, this year, I am choosing to take care of me...... I'm having a relaxing soak in the bubble bath as I'm writing this. I am seeing a nutritionist regularly and taking Shaklee supplements and protein to get my weight in check. I am relying on my hubby and kids to help more with cleaning, cooking and laundry.


    We are planning family activities to spend quality time with each other. We have a vacation planned for later this month to relax on an island beach. I am finding time to exercise, and (I promised new bikes for the whole family for my birthday in April.) When I get stressed and have to much on my plate, I am saying no and not feeling guilty about it. I will not explain my reasons to others and will be shameless. I'm going to take more bubble baths, keep fresh flowers on my table, use my candle warmers, watch more sunsets, spend more time in nature and do more things I love. This year, I will not apologize for taking care of me.


    This year, I choose to take care of me!

    Sunday, January 8, 2017

    Loving Your Hubby and Ex At The Same Time

    I still love my ex husband. Yes, you read that right. I may lose a few blog followers and friends with this post, but there it is.






    16 years ago, today in the basement of a courthouse in Athens, Georgia, I married my first husband, Jim - and I loved him. Circumstances beyond my control made our life together difficult, and 4 years later, we got a dissolution.



    I still love my ex husband. I will always think of him as my friend, and part of my family. I care about him, pray for him, and want the best for him. Sometimes, out of the blue a memory of him or us together, will come to mind and make me smile. (There are sad memories too, our life together wasn't very easy, but the good memories are what I choose to remember.)

    Now before you get all worked up over the fact that me, a married wife, would write such a thing, never mind the fact that that is how I truly feel.... let me tell you something else. 

    I am deeply in love with my husband, Stephen. I love him with a passion that I never knew could exist between two people. He is my happiness. I'd lay down my life for him. I trust him with my life - completely. He has my respect, and utmost devotion. My complete love. He is mine, the keeper of my heart. My love, always and forever!

    Just because things didn't work out between my first husband and myself, doesn't mean that I stopped loving him. The opposite is true, I still love him. Divorce doesn't always have to be a bad thing.... it doesn't have to end in hate, fighting, or arguments. It doesn't mean that you have to throw out all the good that was there, (no mater how little or much it was). It simply means that part of your life ended.

    I've heard it said that "If two past lovers can remain friends, either they were never in love or they still are." Well I'm not sure about that, because I can't speak for my ex, but I know there was, and always will be love on my side of that story.

    My life is blessed more than I ever thought possible. Yes, I still love my ex husband. I'll never forget him, or the memories we had - that was a part of my life. Love doesn't just disappear. But, I have learned not to hold onto the memories so tightly that you have no room to grasp for something new. Something better. Something life changing.

    "Life happens. Things end. Memories stay. Better things come."  -RK

    Stephen has my heart. He is the one I do life with, the one I dream with, the one I tell my secrets too, the father of my children, my provider, the one I lay my head on. My lover. My greatest blessing. My best friend. The one I love.

    There's different kinds of love, but I'm here to tell you, you can always make room in your heart to love someone. And sometimes, it's possible to love your ex at the same time as you love your spouse. I'm living proof it can be done.

    One man, I will always love and care for....
    the other man is my Love - and my Everything!

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