my awesome husband

The other night at a baby shower for some sweet friends, we seasoned parents were asked to give some advice to the newbies. Being the OG mom in the group, I had some sage advice for my friends as they embark on this insane trip of parenthood.  As I’ve thought more about it, and at the urging of some friends who enjoy my parenthood mishaps on social media, I decided to come up with the ultimate list of parenthood tips for you today. Now, let’s get one thing clear – I am not a parenting expert.  I am probably a pretty terrible parent by textbook standards.  I raise my voice probably a bit too much, and I also am not very consistent in my discipline at times.  My kids love McDonald’s, and we’ve watched Trolls fifteen times this week.  Our kids went to bed way too late last night because we just couldn’t drag ourselves away from Flip or Flop long enough for bedtime routines (three cheers for the pause button).  I don’t do things right all the time, but honestly, I don’t really care.  Which leads me to point number one… 1. Don’t listen to anyone else.  Ever.  (Ok, well except

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Last night, I painted ten little chubby fingers and ten little chubby toes the perfect shade of Sofia purple.  I brushed her long blonde hair, and she picked out her favorite pink dress, pink headband, and “pretty” shoes.  I led her to my jewelry box and she giggled as I pulled out my pearl necklace and fastened it around her neck. She waited not-so-patiently for her date to arrive, talking about what fun things she and her beau might do.  She had never been on a date before, and she was a bit nervous.  She danced down the hall and clicked her fancy shoes and waited for the moment. Then the doorbell rang, and she poked her head around the corner.  Is this it?  She opened the door slowly, and stood in shock. Her daddy was standing there in his nice clothes holding a bouquet of beautiful flowers. He hugged her tight and told her how beautiful she looked, and she grinned and smelled her flowers. After a few photos, they left for a magical evening at Chick Fil A, dessert at Coldstone, and a trip down the princess aisle at Target. When they returned home, she all but floated into the living

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I got to spend a few solid hours with my husband yesterday in between his workdays with no kids. Such days are rare treats between his work schedule and kids and life and everything that gets in the way of us just being together. But we spent the day at a skeet shooting range with our friends in our Life Group class, and it really was not appropriate to have the kids with us.  So Mom kept them for the afternoon, and we spent the day shooting at clay targets (my first time firing a shotgun!) and hanging out together in God’s beautiful world. The whole day kind of made me swoon. I never get to see him in “police mode.”  He’s always my sweet, gentle, goofy guy.  But if you bring out a firearm around him, he immediately swaps into this powerful, steady, and focused man that, dare I say, is quite sexy.  I just HAD to tell him that in front of our Life Group leader, and I think I made them both blush.  He pulled me aside from the group and showed me how to load the shotgun, and gave me some safety tips.  Throughout the day, he

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Today, my husband and I celebrate seven years of marriage. Today, we snuck into the church sanctuary where we said our vows seven years ago, took a selfie (naturally), and I took his hands in mine. I looked deep into his baby blue eyes and I told him I love him more than I did on that day. Seven years ago, standing in that exact same spot, I had no idea what life would bring us. Forever seems so idyllic when you’re in your white gown. Life has been wonderful at times, and unkind at others. We have cried and we have laughed. We have held each other tightly and we have pushed each other away. Forever is a lot more serious when you’re in it. Forever is a long way away. We’re only seven years into it. We’ve made a lot of mistakes. We are by no means perfect. We have been huge disappointments to our counterparts and we have screwed up royally. We’ve learned a lot of lessons in forgiveness. Because forgiveness is not just allowing a mistake to be let go. It’s about not allowing a mistake to affect your opinion of the offender. Forgiveness is not

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Dear husband, I feel like you’re neglected on this blog.  I don’t mean to. I’ve spoken so often about our struggles and what it has taken to restore our marriage, that I often forget to tell you just how dadgum lucky I am that you picked me in the first place. This is no coincidence, of course.  I don’t believe in coincidences.  I believe in appointment. I often marvel at the appointments that led us together.  Had you and your mother not moved to Birmingham – Had you not been Claire’s third grade boyfriend – Had I not decided to go to Troy – Had I not pledged Phi Mu and moved into the sorority house with Claire – Had I obeyed my mother and stayed in Troy that night I drove to Birmingham – Had you not found me on Myspace (ok, so that’s a little embarrassing to mention) a year later – Had you not taken that leap of faith to drive down to see me – Had we not committed to each other that very weekend – Where would we be? I like to think that at some point, we would have still crossed paths.  Somehow, God would

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The Bible has come into question a lot recently (thanks, Rob Bell).  Many people are seeing the Bible as an irrelevant book with a lot of creepy, unbelievable, hard to put into practice stories and commands.  In fact, I just read today a comment from a woman that “any ancient text that tells me to submit to a man is not going to work for me.” What the Bible says about women doesn’t exactly line up with the modern feminist voice.  And that’s ok.  I’m not really sure I want to be a modern feminist anyway. We know that God is not the author of confusion (1 Corinthians 14:33), so what exactly does the Bible say about being a wife?  A woman?  Our place in the home?  Our duties? Most of us know Proverbs 31 and being a Proverbs 31 woman.  It details a perfect example of a Godly woman, with some odd verbiage about buying fields and sewing flax, and being like a ship.  For a woman at the time Proverbs was written, it was about her daily household chores and how they brought honor to her husband and household.  For the modern day woman, it’s a metaphor for the

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It’s Valentine’s Day, y’all.  It’s supposed to be a day to celebrate the love in your life, and eat a lot of chocolate. Ben doesn’t know this yet, but I saw the 1-800-flowers debit on our bank account, and he told me not to look in the open shopping bag on the floor right next to the kid stuff for parties today, and I saw the g-word (Ghirardelli) sticking out of the top.  I didn’t touch it though, so it doesn’t count as peeking. So I’m patiently waiting for those two things.  Maybe not very patiently. I’m truly thankful for that man.  We’ve been through some rough stuff, and maybe one day, when he’s ready, I’ll be able to share it with you. For now, understand that we have been so close to the edge that we almost fell apart. And we live to tell about the redeeming and transforming love of Christ in our marriage. For so long, we treated love like a game.  One team on offense, one team on defense.  One of us was always right, which meant the other was always wrong.  While we loved each other very much, we were constantly at odds.  It was

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I’m not going to lie. This is hard. I had forgotten what it’s like to have a newborn constantly demanding things from me – feed me, burp me, change me, hold me, don’t hold me, put me down, pick me up, bounce me, rock me, sing to me, don’t sing to me…I am never satisfied but keep trying! And then we have the toddler demanding things from us – hold me, take me to the potty, no I don’t have to potty, give me a Skittle, I want some milk, a cheesestick, I want to watch Dora, no I want to watch Mickey, come to my room, I don’t like my socks, go get Mouse for me, I don’t want to walk, my seatbelt is too tight, I want some juice, with ice…PWEEEEEEASE! There are some evenings when we get home from work/daycare, that I don’t sit down until everyone has gone to bed. It’s exceedingly hard when Your Daddy is working.  He works the evening 12 hour shift, so he is gone 6p-6a three to five nights a week.  On his work nights, I am by myself, tending to both of you on my own, unless I shamelessly go

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Today is September 11th. To your generation, this day will be just another date in your history book, like the day the Constitution was ratified, or Pearl Harbor, or the assassination of JFK. But to my generation, it was a day that we lived.  And one we will never forget. At that very moment that the first plane was hijacked and sent crashing into the first World Trade Center tower, I was a sophomore, sitting in Ms. Saunders’ history class.  Ms. Strickland came running into her room and turned on the tv to the Today Show.  Was this an accident?  Was this staged?  We sat in disbelief as we watched the second tower was hit by another passenger plane.  Then another plane crashed into the Pentagon, and another in a Pennsylvania field.  It was then that we knew this was not an accident.  It was real.  Evil had touched down on our American soil. Your Gigi must have heard my heart crying all the way in Fort Rucker where she works, because she called the school.  Mrs. Bedsole came down to my classroom to let me know that Mom was on lockdown at Fort Rucker because the Department of Defense

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Today we celebrate your daddy. I’ve already blogged once about just how amazing he is. Truth be told, I could probably write a million and one blog posts about how amazing he is. But what’s even more amazing is the bond that you and he have already formed in this short three months. Because Daddy works nights and weekends, he is able to keep you on his days off and in the mornings on the days he works.  He does everything – feeds you, gives you baths, plays with you, does the dreaded tummy time, brings you to have lunch with me, and drops you off at Mrs. Maegan’s before he goes to work. And then when he does go to work, he works super hard and sometimes very long hours to provide for you. He loves you SO much. And you love him too.  He can make you giggle like no one else can.  You break out into a big smile whenever he comes close to you.  You snuggle in bed with him every morning while I get ready for work, and he sends me pictures while I’m at work of you and him together. You are his princess.

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