The Hope Buckets

Do you ever struggle with wanting to be real and wanting to be healed? Sometimes I do. Even though I realize the two go hand in hand. I used to shy away at times with being raw and revealing a tattered version of myself because in those moments of transparency and vulnerability – I show … Continue reading The Hope Buckets

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We got married on New Year’s Eve. In our living room, wearing slippers.

My son and daughter stood beside me, and his son stood beside him and at about a quarter to midnight we shared vows that held more meaning and love then ever uttered by either of us before. We counted down with our friends to midnight and shared our forever kiss under our chandelier, in my $20 Ross Dress For Less dress, wearing our slippers in our very own living room. My heart was finally home.

The Man That Stays.

The love of a lifetime is worth at least a million tries. I still believe this. Now, let me preface this with saying, no, I don’t think he loved me enough for the both of us or that I think someone has the capability of loving us back to normal. But what I am saying is that while I was learning what real love was and commitment meant, what it entailed, and the seriousness of my vows made to him – I also saw the person in myself that he was choosing to love each day.

Everyone has one more chance for love inside them

It is true, you may be scared and uneasy maybe even willing to self sabotage it once it arrives - but the ability to love someone new, a last ditch effort of maybe this could be the elusive one - is there inside everyone. But, why? Why not just completely rule out the possibility of … Continue reading Everyone has one more chance for love inside them

Siblings don’t love less because they are steps

So, today I heard our youngest son tell our middle child "Gage you are my best friend" and when I looked down I saw this and had to take a picture! This goes to show how much children love regardless. Gage is my SS most favorite person and he has to be just like him, … Continue reading Siblings don’t love less because they are steps