December 4, 2013
It's my birthday today. I'm officially 29. I only have one more year until the big 3-0 and I honestly don't know how I feel about it.
I'm blessed to have had such an incredible year and yet I'm a bit sad that it's over. I had my son this year. My husband and I bought our first house together and I started a new job. All-in-all, 28 was a good year and I really don't want it to end.
Plus, it feels like I'm reading the final chapter of a really good book. You know when a book you love is almost over so you read a little slower and reflect on the content a little longer just so that it won't end as quickly? That's how I feel about my 20's. The past 9 years has had its share of ups and downs but it seems like the end of something really amazing and there's no way for me to slow it down.
Luckily, I'll be journeying through the last leg of my 20's with my incredible family and I'm sure that there are many more sunny days ahead.
So here's to 29!
Cheers and Be Blessed,
November 19, 2013
The home projects are endless around here and while I don't have the time, money or energy to invest in another big DIY project right now, that doesn't mean I can't start planning what's next.
I can honestly say our laundry room was a huge selling point for me when we bought our house. It's a good sized mud room that connects our kitchen and garage. It has a nice size window on one wall and two of the other walls have doors. My mom suggested that we should reorganize our laundry room so I figured I should start doing some research.
Here are some things I'm considering.
November 14, 2013
When I was younger and much much fitter, I played soccer. Not the kind of soccer that kids play in the church yard, I was a very serious and competitive soccer player. I was blessed enough to have the unique opportunity to go to school for free and play for my university. I have the distinction of being a former Division I athlete. It's an awesome accomplishment and I can honestly say I am proud of the commitment, drive and dedication that was necessary to get to that level.
I loved playing soccer. I was good, but not great. I was never the best player on the field but I loved being out there. I loved playing for a team. I loved winning after months of strict and gruesome practice - sometimes two or even three times a day. I loved sore muscles and playing in all weather conditions. I just loved it all.
I identified myself as a soccer player and it was a pivotal part of my everyday life.
I returned to the field after two separate and invasive knee surgeries - I had to love it to go through all the rehab, physical therapy and lets be honest, all that pain and tears. It was incredibly difficult to get back into the condition necessary to compete with my teammates. While I sat back rehabing my knee the girls I competed against continued to refine their skills. The gap between myself and my teammates was growing each day I sat on the sidelines.
After my first injury I'm not ashamed to say that I was nervous about the possibility of additional injuries, but my desire to play always outweighed the fear. After my first year in college the pain in my knees grew to be almost unbearable. I spent several hours each week just trying to get the pain in my knee to go away but it never faded. After months of tears I consulted my doctor who recommended that I get my knee scoped so that they could find and fix the root of the problem.
When I woke up from that surgery I was informed that I would never play again. The news literally took my breathe away. What would I do after class each day if I didn't go to practice? Who would I hang out with if it wasn't my teammates? What in the world would I do with my weekends if I wasn't going to travel for a game or tournament? More importantly, who was I if I wasn't "Brittany the soccer player?"
I struggled for months, maybe years, trying to sort our my identity outside of soccer. It's strange to say that one activity could have such a strong impact on my life but finding out that I couldn't play really changed how I thought about myself. I always found so much of my value on the field and I was forced to reevaluate many different aspects of my life.
I found a lot of comfort in a bible verse that my mom posted on my door when I was in high school and as I recalled it time and time again in college it gave me some much needed hope. "Yes, be bold and strong, banish fear and doubt for remember the Lord your God is with you wherever you may go." Joshua 1:9.
Looking back now I realize that some people will think it's silly that I put so much stock in being an athlete, and maybe that's the case. I feel like I was able to utilize the capable body I was blessed to fill my soul with joy even if I didn't get to play as long as I wanted. The Lord ended my soccer career so that I could take a different path. I struggled for a longtime to find my non-soccer identity and in the process I found that I am so much more than just a soccer player.
November 11, 2013
Everywhere I turn it's 25%, 30% and even 40% off sales in honor of Veteran's Day and while I love the savings, the meaning of the holiday is diluted. Today is a day we need to remember all those who have served, are serving and will serve our country.
Call me crazy but I was recently watching Shahs of Sunset and Asa made a comment that music is banned in Iran. Let that sink in for a second - music is banned. How often do we take music for granted? If you're like me, it's just about everyday.
How blessed are we to live in a country of abundant freedoms: freedom of expression, freedom of religion and freedom of press? We have the freedom to share our thoughts and feelings on blogs and Facebook and however else we choose. What a blessing.
I'm so grateful for the freedoms instilled by the service and sacrifices made by our past and current military and their family.
For those military men and women that I know and love, thank you. For those I'll never meet, thank you. For the military families that carry so much of the burden for the rest of us, thank you.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
God Bless America and its Veterans,
November 5, 2013
My son made his way into this big old world several weeks early and because he was premature he spent a couple weeks in NICU. My husband and I spent our days next to his crib talking to him about all the potential the future had for him, praying together, reading him stories and listening to music.
At the time my big man was just a tiny jellybean, and like all infants he lacked the ability to express himself and his emotions. The first time I played music for him I saw him smile and since then he always has a visible reaction when we plug in our iPhones and let the tunes roll. He's always been a happy baby but he seems happiest when we let the room fill with music.
Now that he's nine months old (gasp!) we can tell that his favorite types of music are instrumentals; anything from an acoustic guitar, marching band or ringing bells will do the trick.
For me the problem with most children's music is that it's made for children. So even though my little guy loves it, I sit there cringing at the chipmunk-like voices and cheesy instruments. The perfect solution for our family is Jammy Jams.
Jammy Jams takes hit songs that you already know and love and creates soothing lullabies. I'm a child of the 80's so I love the new album, "Hair Metal Goes Lullaby" with hits from Motley Crue, Bon Jovi and Poison to name a few. Even though the lullabies are great for baby, I find myself listening to them when I cook and occasionally at work. My personal favorite is Livin’ On A Prayer (originally by Bon Jovi). More importantly, my little guy loves the entire album.
I highly recommend all you rocking mamas check out the album. To get you started Jammy Jams is giving you the opportunity to win a free download. Just complete the Raffelcopter entries below. Good luck!
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November 1, 2013
Blogland is flooded with post-Halloween craziness and while I typically stay away from "recap posts" I couldn't let you escape this cuteness.
Some thoughts after our first Halloween:
- Someone should call the local dentists because we handed out over 500 pieces of candy and I foresee a lot of new cavities for the little ghosts and goblins!
- Halloween pet peeve: I have no problem with little ones from other neighborhoods joining us for Trick-or-Treat. We have lots of houses in our neighborhood and everyone should have a chance to share the joyful festivities. I do have a problem with men and women older than I, not in costume, coming to my door with their children and asking for candy. If you want candy, you should go purchase some. In my opinion, Trick-or-Treat should have an age limit.
- I'm pretty sure we got the "cool house" award. My husband gave out king-size candy bars to the cutest and most polite Trick-or-Treaters. Also, probably why we gave away so much candy.
- We got hit by the candy burglar
Happy November, now onto Thanksgiving!