Deets on my second blowout this year coming Monday…
I’ve had some amazing teachers in my life that have taught me lessons that have carried me through dark times. But, there has been on teacher in particular that has taught me lessons I never thought possible. Babe you have taught me what TRUE LOVE is…not that fairy tale roses and gifts love but that raw, unconditional, agape love. As we prepare to celebrate our five year anniversary tomorrow (and 13 years together) I want to thank you for being such a gentle, kind, and loving teacher…never boastful, harsh, or inconsiderate. Thank you for teaching me love is:
-holding me tighter when I had given up on us…love is…
-never thinking I was less of a woman when the doctors said you can’t have babies, but actually thinking I was more of a woman because of it…love is….
-loving our little miracle baby like a father should love a daughter and getting so excited when she does anything new…love is…
-being a man of God…love is….
-holding my hand through countless and countless doctors appointments and always lightening the mood to calm my nerves…love is…
-getting up before the sun and coming home after the sunset to ensure your family has all that we need…love is…
-loving people in spite of…love is…
-grabbing a sponge and helping me clean up poop, pee, and whatever else our baby girl throws at us that day…love is…
-ALWAYS coming to me at the end of the day and asking “are you ok?”…love is…
I couldn’t have prayed for a better man! Happy anniversary baby and here’s to 50 more!
Bantu Twistout (instructions below):
1. Washed hair with conditioner
2. Put leave in conditioner in while hair was soaking wet
3. Let dry for the day (approximately 5 hours)
4. That evening divided hair in sections used dime size product in each section and proceeded to put in flat twist.
5. Took each twist and wrapped in Bantu knot.
6. Slept on satin pillowcase
7. Next morning unraveled knots and twists with coconut oil.
8. Used wide tooth comb to fluff
Always with love,
Dying without Passion
It was a great family day with my husband and daughter. During dinner a few guys near our table got into a discussion about motorcycles and I could see my husbands smile breaking under his failed attempt to continue to discuss our daughters “cute new thing”. My husband LOVES cars and motorcycles. Seriously this guy is obsessed. When the average person gets a few extra bucks they buy maybe a new pair of shoes, a nice dinner out, maybe even a splurge trip to Target (oh Target!)…but not my husband when he gets a few extra bucks he buys a car!!!! No lie I have heard about and found cheap cars he has stored at locations other than our house (that’s a whole story I’m sure he hopes I keep to myself :-)). But it’s his passion. I looked at him and said ” Gosh I hope I don’t die without a passion”. We further went on to discuss a few things I had some passion about but nothing like his deep gut wrenching love for exhausts. It first made me sad…then it got me determined. Ultimately we concluded to develop a passion you have to commit time for YOURSELF…to explore….something I am quite terrible at: crafting time for myself. So here goes! Time for self exploration.
As we were leaving a slew of motorcycles passed by, my daughter looked up and squealed…looks like someone is following in her daddy’s footsteps.
Always with love,
But first there was you…
I clearly remember being accepted to college and the first person I wanted to tell was you! When I got engaged you were the first person I called. And as I delivered my miracle baby you were there holding my hand (and my leg lol). But, that’s no surprise because you have always been there; always, even when you were unnoticed, unthanked, and uniformed. You have always had this way of making me feel like I learned something on my own, but really it was you navigating the process. You taught me to fall without defeat; win with a giving spirit, and tame the wild hair….well I think we are still working on that. You taught me to brush my teeth, twice; how to love beyond selfishness; and cook a mean batch of grits….ok lets be honest I NEVER learned that one. Thank you for teaching me to be a lady with a voice; powerful with grace, and to be a child of God with a humble spirit. Thank you for teaching me to not look for the day to day appreciation of parenthood, but the long term honor of being of mother. I aspire to have your beauty and not later in life, but today! You are amazingly graceful.
Now that I have married and realized God’s calling over my life as a mother, I thought what else could my mother teach me?! Well while watching you graduate with your college degree just last week I realized I was wrong about that notion. You are unstoppable!!!! On this day I thank you for allowing me to learn from you, to mimic you, and secretly steal your ideas on so many occasions. You are more than a mother, you are beauty without boundaries; you are forever plus infinity; you are love.
Always with love,