To New Beginnings! Our family announcement…

I told you that big things are in store for our family this year.  These changes have been in the works for over a year.  We should have been making this announcement this time last year, but Chris was diagnosed with cancer, we found out we were having a baby, and COVID happened… I mean… some small things delayed these changes.  Small.  But all in God’s timing, right?

BUT…. things are finally in place and we are official. 

The Maas family is moving to San Antonio!!!!  That’s right.  Watch out SA, because we are coming for you this summer!!! 

Chris was presented with an opportunity, and the only answer was yes.  We are very thankful and feel extremely blessed as a family, and SA is no stranger to us.  I graduated from UTSA and lived and worked in SA, and Chris lived in SA prior to moving back to Austin after college.  We have an amazing friend base there, and we love the area so much.  It’s truly like going back home for us. 

Yes, we have built wonderful connections here.  I have spent the majority of my career in the same district, and it feels like a final goodbye, BUT… we are feeling all the feels about this next adventure and know God is placing us there for a reason.  I can feel it.  So this is a but YES for us.  

If you have followed me for more than a hot second, you know that I believe God speaks directly to my heart.  He has spoken to me VERY clearly on at least two other occasions.  One, he told me we would have a second baby.  Now, I wanted it to happen in my time, and he made it happen on his time… but that’s a different post.  Two, he told me Chris would be fine the day we got is cancer diagnosis and that it would all be ok.  He is telling me now that this move is the right one, and big things are around the corner.  I should learn by now to listen.  And follow. 

I don’t know what those big things are just yet, but I know I am supposed to put one foot in front of the other, say yet, and obey.  Follow him.  Trust him.  He has taught me over and over that this is the way.  He will reveal in his timing exactly what I need to know, AND that I need to let go of control.  WHAAAATTTT! Wait.. WHAAATTT!???!  Let go of control!?!  YUP.  LET.  IT.  GO.  As I’ve mentioned over and over.  I’m stubborn.  Go ahead.  Laugh.

So here we are.  About 4 months left in this house.  The house we bought thinking we wouldn’t be able to have kids of our own.  The house we brought both our babies home to.  Now we begin the process of thinning out, packing up, and heading South.  South to new beginnings and an adventure that we know will bring us much joy.  Go on this adventure with us!  

Here’s to new beginnings!

Bye 2020… a little late? That’s how I roll these days with two kids!

Maas Family, December 2020

Well, another year has past. And here we are, already a month into 2021. Y’all don’t mind a 2020 reflection in February of 2021, right?

All I can say is I wish I had kept up with my blog last year. As most of you know it was a whirl wind and not just because of COVID. Between Chris’ cancer, being pregnant with our miracle baby, and all the crazy that COVID brought to the table, it was a hectic year to say the least.

BUT… we were blessed nonetheless.

Yes, Chris was diagnosed with base of tongue cancer in February, but he also got clear scans showing NO cancer in October. It was a difficult battle, but he came out on the other side of it with new perspective, and so did I. All within a week or two of each other we found out Chris had cancer and I was pregnant with baby number two. Both a total surprise. We knew from the moment we learned about each that God had big plans for that year and they were good plans. We just had a road filled with some battles to learn what we needed to learn. We were reminded again in 2020 that it’s about the journey, the process, the leaning into the tough times. I’m hard headed, so it’s no surprise I have to learn this lesson over and over again. So human.

And God blessed us wildly in the storm. He blessed us with Chris beating cancer, and a baby girl I had prayed for almost two years prior. A second baby I thought we would not have after. After prayer and trying and three failed IUI treatments, God said all in His timing.

He is bigger than all things. Period.

So here we are in 2021. Hoping for a fresh start. A turn for the better. A New Year. It’s started with a bang, has it not? Two snow events. As I type this, there is about 5 inches of snow on the ground, and many in the state are without power including us. There are rolling blackouts. Water shortages. Schools and businesses are closed. We can’t get on the roads and even hospitals are operating on emergency services only.

Still, we are learning that we are thankful and blessed. Communities are coming together just like God would want them to. How inspiring! We have been helped and been able to help others. What a mighty God we serve!

So I face 2021 with one word that I have to keep reminding myself about: Eternal. Change my perspective. See things with a different lens than a worldly one. Focus my goals around that word. That focus. A focus on God’s will, not my own. It sounds simple. It’s not. It’s hard. It’s work and I have already failed at that work many time and it’s only February, but I know it’s important work. For myself, my family, our community.

There is change coming for this family. I have felt it for some time. It has been falling into place over the last year. Soon we will have an announcement. I won’t miss the opportunity to document it here and share it with you all.

Stay tuned folks. I hope you will go on this journey with us. I hope you will share your journey as well!

Peace, Love, and Eternal Perspective,

And so the Journey continues… kid stuff everywhere and the bigger meaning…

Minimizing aligns with God… who knew!?!  I did, but I forgot and needed a reminder.

I was sitting in church last Sunday after a week of vacation and spending the week prior purging and minimizing my closet.  Our pastor, Danny, ALWAYS speaks truth. He really knows how to suck you in and then lay it out so the message is clear as day!  This message was no different and in context of the weeks prior, really hit home and made this journey that started out as a way to reduce clutter and stress into a journey that also aligns to God’s will for us as his people.  I know, right! Didn’t I already know this? YES. But I forget these things sometimes, and I needed this reminder. Thank you, Danny!

Living well is a struggle y’all.  Especially with a family and a full time job.  I get STRESSED! Yes. I’m a teacher and get my summer “off.”  (Insert wicked witch like laughing here…baahaahaa!) I go to trainings, answer emails and calls, read for my three books studies, think about the next year, text my boss with grand ideas, talk to teachers when something pops into my head, and on top of that, I choose to run a small business of my own.  This girl is not “off” for the summer. So when I wanted to declutter and jump into my minimalism reboot, I added a bit more stress because I simply don’t have a lot of time to do it. Chris loves that. Heeheehee. Oh, did I mention I’m a homebody who has to recharge with quiet time… and I have a toddler.  I’m hilarious, I know. Yes. I want all the things and don’t understand why others think I can’t have them. It seriously confuses me. We can talk about that part of my crazy another time.  

So, the minimizing can sometimes feel like one more thing, but when I complete a task, a part of my brain actually opens up to be able to hold and think about other things.  It’s almost a physical experience. When I look at all the STUFF, it makes me crazy and not want to do anything because nothing has a place. Giving everything a place tones down the crazy inside my head.  I’m sure we all can agree that’s a positive.  

Soooo… when I was sitting in church listening to Danny talk about not attaching ourselves to things that in the end will simply burn and be gone but attaching ourselves to things that will last forever, it added a completely new layer of meaning to this journey that really is taking A LOT longer to finish.  That equals a bigger motivation than what I started with a few weeks ago. It means there really is a bigger purpose into putting more time and effort into our experiences rather than collecting stuff. Like we apparently like to do. Refer back to my last post in case you forgot the amount of clothes I’ve collected.  Our souls are what will last forever when this place is gone. The stuff doesn’t matter. What a load off! So here I am thinking about not just de-stressing, but also keeping my eyes on the bigger prize at the end of all this. God knows exactly what he is doing when he plants a seed in my heart and mind. I usually don’t.  I’m slow to catch on, but he keeps pushing me forward until I get it. I blame my family for my stubborn qualities. #thestruggleisreal folks. Just ask my husband.  

So this weekend we focused on purging and minimizing Brooks’ room and stuff.  We were unbelievably blessed by others when we had him and basically were given EVERYTHING and then some.  We were able to pay it forward this weekend and it was a double win! We got to bless someone, and I got to get a bunch of stuff out of my house!  IT FELT AWESOME! Toys, clothes, furniture… whew! See this giant bin…Exhibit A…

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Exhibit A

That was FULL of toys just in the living room.  That didn’t even hold it all. Insane. Can a kid really play with that many toys?  The answer is NO. He couldn’t, and he didn’t. None of us even really knew what he had because he had so much.  Craziness.

We are now down to a few small bins in his room. See Exhibit B. Feels so good! 

Exhibit B

We also went from two massive dressers to one dresser of clothes.  We now actually know what he has, and it feels so much less overwhelming.  Again, it really is almost a physical experience when you declutter and minimize. 

So progress is being made.  Slow but steady. We still have a lot to do.  The kitchen is probably my next stop. I’ll keep you posted, but I don’t see an end in sight to our minimizing just yet!  The hardest part to it all will be keeping it that way. But that’s another side to the journey we can get into when this is all done.  

If you want to start your own minimalism journey, check out the Minimalists website.  They have a “Start Here” section under their blog, and it’s super helpful. That’s where our journey started years ago.  On a broader note to living well and minimizing, you should read the book The Year of Living Danishly by Helen Russell. It’s one of my absolute favorite books and will make you rethink things in a bigger way related to this type of journey.  So good luck!  




Here we go! Minimalism Reboot!

I watched ONE episode of Marie Kondo… and I was HOOKED!  That led me to episode two. That led me to watching the Minimalism documentary again.  And so on… I LOVE summer!  lol #teacherlife

About 5 years or so ago, our fertility struggle and a friend’s ability to live on one salary for a family of four led me to the Minimalists website:

That one little nugget set us on a little journey of minimizing.  We minimized all kinds of things: furniture, clothes, books; you name it.  We even downsized our house and went from about 2600 square feet to about 1800 square feet. But a lot has happened since that first round of minimizing. One of the biggest changes… we had a kid.  And with that sweet, adorable, silly boy comes A LOT of STUFF!  Whoa.

All that minimizing seems to have shifted once again, and I feel a NEED to reboot!  Life has become cluttered and a bit out of control again and that adds a little stress when things are so messy. So here we go! I’m using the minimalists mindset, but Marie Kondo method.  

Day one started with my clothes.  This might be a little embarrassing… hold the judgement, okay…. it happens.  Take a little peek at the before…

I took EVERYTHING out of my closet and drawers and boy was that overwhelming to see how much I really have.  Seeing it all in one pile and going through each piece of clothing was quite an experience.

What I thought would take me less than a day, took me working on it over the course of three days.  You can see why, I’m sure.  

I just finished my clothing today. There was a moment I really wanted to just throw it all back into drawers and forget about it, but I’m glad I didn’t! I LOVE the end result!  

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I’m donating a ton of stuff, and I already feel less stressed!  I even purged and organized my bathroom and went through all of Brooks’ stuff and reorganized his closet.  Luckily that took a lot less time!  Needless to say, that nice little schedule I set for myself (insert control freak eye roll here) and what I would get done this week has changed a bit.  BUT… I’m extremely glad I’ve started and already see how purging and organizing will help reduce a little bit of the stress.  Getting it done before the school year starts again is a huge bonus!

I’ll try to share a lot of before and after pictures on this journey, so hold on!  I’m pumped, and I hope you go on this journey with me.  I’ll even accept some words of encouragement along the way if you’re willing.  I’m jumping into toys and books tomorrow!  Pray my child doesn’t realize things are missing when he gets home. 


The outcome was different… and it’s okay

We are now a couple of months removed from our last round of IUI to try to have our second baby.  At that time, it felt like everything that could go well for the fertility treatment to work was going well.  Unfortunately, it simply didn’t work.  I felt a little shock, a little mad, a little like God had lied to me.  Yes.  I felt that way for a brief moment.  That’s called being a sinful human. I KNEW God had given me the desire for a second baby, so I just didn’t understand the results of our fertility efforts.

Two months later, some pouting, and even more reflection, I understand and am reminded that God DID give me that desire, but his plan and timeline is different from the one I came up with.  I have to chuckle a little bit, because at this point in my life and walk with God, I know his plan usually is different from mine.  I’m just that awesome.  I tend to make a decision, get hyper-focused, and GO.  I like to act.  Get it done.  God tends to have to slow me down and remind me that I MUST go to him when acting and it’s on his timeline, not mine.  HARD.  STUFF.Bridge Journey

So here we are with a plan that didn’t go as planned.  But.  It’s okay.  I was able to go through what we call the stages of grief a lot more quickly than I did our first go around on our baby journey. Thankful that is due to a lot more trust in God and that I don’t have to see every step or even the big picture, because I know he’s got this.  That is a very difficult thing for me because I have such a strong need for control that I know I will battle my entire life.  So I’m thankful God continues to remind me he really is in control, I can let go, and that leaning on him all the time is the one thing I need to focus on and do.  I am thankful for the most beautiful gift from, Brooks.

So… If you’re a bit of a control freak like me… try giving it to God.  It works every time.

Cheers and Blessings!

What does faith look like? Waiting… again…

People talk about faith a lot.  I’m one of those people. People talk about having strong faith or a lot of faith or that their faith is somehow weakening in the face of struggle or just because we are struggling.  But what does all of that mean?

Hebrews 11:1 Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.

Faith or belief that God has it all under control no matter what things look like and feel like here on earth.  That’s faith to me. That we can trust in him and hope. Faith to me is knowing that even though I shed tears or fear the worst, that I can trust God knows exactly what is happening, what comes next, that He is in control, and I will be ok on the other side of it all.  I’m so thankful for the knowledge that no matter what happens on this baby journey, God is in control and I will be ok.

I don’t think just because I may cry when something doesn’t go the way I hoped or because I am sad that what I wanted in the time I wanted it means I don’t have faith.  I think in those moments that I struggle to understand, I learn to turn to Him faster and put my trust in him completely. I don’t think it means I’m losing faith or that my faith is weakening.  I think it means my faith is getting stronger. That God knows I’m not capable of handling all things this world throws at me because I wasn’t made to. I was made to rely on God. So if I’m hurting, that’s just a normal worldly feeling.  What is important is that I turn to God and His word and rely on Him even when I can’t see it all playing out ahead of me. #planner #thestruggleisreal When I don’t know or understand His timing… When I can’t understand why things happened the way it happened… I just have to sit, listen, and pray.

Matthew 17: 20 He said to them, “Because of your little faith.  For truly, I say to you, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you.”

Our faith need be but the size of a grain of mustard seed.  WHAAAAT?? That’s it?! Really? THANK GOODNESS! That’s truly all we need.  Have a little faith, turn to God, and let Him do the rest. He has the power.  We don’t need it. We just forget that sometimes. Again… the world. Not. Our.  Home.

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I am in waiting once again to find out if this second round of IUI is the round God says yes to this momma’s heart for another baby.  I don’t know what His plan is. If this round He says no, I’m certain I will be sad and allow myself the time to cry and mourn another month gone.  But that does not mean I don’t have faith or I don’t trust in God. I do. And I will turn to Him and give him my sadness and pray for Him to help me take the next steps he desires me to take.  

He has taught me it’s ok to be human.  It’s ok to be broken. It’s ok to feel powerless.  It’s ok to be sad. Because I don’t have to be perfect.  My perfection comes from believing in Him and being saved by his blood and His grace. I am so thankful I don’t have to be all things perfectly to be loved by Him.  You don’t either.

So ladies, let’s let go of the idea of perfection and let’s grab on to the knowledge that God is all things for us.  All we have to do it turn to Him and have a tiny bit of faith.

Blessings friends…. and #pray


The most important lessons are in the waiting…

I’m smack dab in the middle of some serious waiting right now.  Waiting on some friends’ sweet babies to be healed. Waiting on the next chapter for my campus and work family.  Waiting on the results of our IUI fertility treatment.

I’m taken back to the years of waiting for Brooks.  Waiting on whether or not I would get pregnant the next month.  Waiting on classes to show up on a schedule to certify for our foster license.  Waiting on our report from our home study. Waiting on whether we were matched with children through our foster agency.  Waiting on foster children that never came.  Waiting on results from our very first IUI.

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What I’ve learned, is the real lessons, the most important lessons, are all in the waiting.  Not the end result. It’s the most difficult, yet most beautiful part of the struggle. It’s where the real magic happens.  Where the transformations happen. Where the big epiphanies happen. It’s where we are brought to our knees and finally surrender to God’s will and the knowledge and acceptance that HE is in control.  We learn that there are beautiful and perfect lessons in the sometimes agonizing waiting that He affords us. I can now look back and see it all and be thankful.

I’ve been told that there seemed to be a much bigger build up to the first time Chris and I went through our IUI fertility treatment.  That this time so many people didn’t even know until they read about it on Facebook. That’s true. I guess I could say it’s because we’ve been here before, but really it’s because I’ve surrendered control and given this entire process up to God this time and, in return, He has filled me with peace.  I almost can’t believe it myself. I’m a 100% certified control freak. (Sorry for those of you who really know me.) But this. THIS is all in God’s hands because it’s His will. No matter the outcome of this first round. I know we are supposed to be right here, in this place, in this waiting.

So I wait. And I seek God and I find Him and I learn.  Only this time, I get to learn in peace and calm and confidence because THIS TIME I have surrendered.  THIS TIME I have given up control and placed all of my trust in the only one who knows all and controls all.  I can’t wait to look back and see what I’ve learned this time.

For those of you counting down… We should know whether this round of IUI was successful in about nine more days… Sorry for the wait.  I promise to keep you updated.

In Waiting,

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New Beginnings… Again…

New Year, New Beginnings…. Again…  This just feels like the year of change, and I’m embracing it.  Change. That’s right. What once seemed scary and made me want to run away, now makes me feel hopeful.

We have been talking about whether to try to have a second baby since about six months after Brooks was born.  To be honest, I wasn’t sure I wanted a second baby. How in the world could I love another human like Brooks? But we needed to talk about it nonetheless.

So many of you know our long, difficult journey to become parents, and I knew there were zero guarantees.  The thought of even the possibility of having to go through loss and roller coaster emotions again was not appealing in the least.  

However, if there is one thing I learned from our experience, it’s that I am NOT in control.  Those thoughts and fears were all based in lies sent from evil, not from God. God is in control, and it’s always better to go to HIM and see what HIS plans are for us. NOT to decide on our own and not out of fear.  So after months and months of casual conversation with Chris about a sibling for Brooks, I still wasn’t sure. I knew exactly where he stood. So I went to God. He almost immediately put this amazingly strong desire for another baby in my heart.  It was undeniable. That was about this time last year. So I decided to act before the fear took back over. I scheduled an appointment with my OB and here we are almost a year later. I just had a follow up appointment with the best OB around, Dr. Seeker.  I am slightly anxiously excited that we are officially moving forward with trying for baby number two and will be doing a fertility treatment next month! I wish I could say the “anxiously” part didn’t exist. But, I’m human and I tend to be a stubborn learner as I’ve mentioned before.

This is the point where Satan comes into play once again.  He’s really great at doubt, fear, and lies. And he’s incredibly subtle about it.  He sneaks into your mind and does everything he can to make you think you’re the one thinking these thoughts and feeling these emotions.  Thankfully, I’ve been down this road before. Thankfully, God has made me stronger over the last eight years through our first baby journey and subsequently seeking a closer relationship with Him that now I can identify the evil as not my own.  Even if it’s not always immediate. Thankful that I know to turn to God and let him fight this battle for me.

 “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.  Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you. You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart.”  Jeremiah 29:11-13

These bible verses are some of the ones I really clung to during the dark, five years we struggled the first time.  I believed them even when I felt like I would never be a mom. I believed them even when I was jealous of all the people around me who were pregnant and having babies.  I believed them when I felt smothered by loss. I still felt all of those terrible emotions, but I believed God had a plan for me, and it had nothing to do with evil.

I believe God placed this desire for a second baby squarely on my heart.  I don’t know what that means for this baby journey exactly, but I know we are supposed to be on it.  I know we are supposed to try. I know we are supposed to be in this place right now acting on what I know God wants us to do.  I know I am supposed to give up all the control and hand it over to God willingly because HE’s GOT THIS.

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So I leave you with one last set of verses that has been a constant reminder that I’ve needed the last eight years…. I hope it’s a great reminder for you if you too are headed on a journey this year.

“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, or about your body, what you will put on.  Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? …Therefore do not be anxious, saying ‘What shall we eat’ or ‘What shall we drink’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ …But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all theses things will be added to you.  Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” Matthew 6: 25-34

Let’s not worry for tomorrow.  Let’s be present today and hand it all over to God.  I would LOVE for you to send up a prayer or two for my sweet family and our journey.  I’m happy to send some prayers your way too! #pray

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~ April


New Year to Pray

See ya later 2018!  You’ve been great, but I’m so excited for 2019!  Why? I just have a feeling. I feel so blessed at this moment.  Yes, we’ve had ups and downs and things aren’t perfect, but I cannot even begin to count our blessings from 2018, and I FEEL it all rolling into 2019 in an even bigger way.

One thing I’ve really taken away from the last 5 or so years is the power of prayer.  I also feel deeply impacted by those around me. I spent many years praying for a baby and my own life, but this past year, I’ve spent a lot more time praying for others.  Is it because I’m changing? Is it because I’m now a mom? Is it because I’m getting older? (not that much older, I’m still 29 and very wise for my age) I think it’s a combination, and I like it.  My truly selfish me is getting some push back these days, and it’s a good thing. I’m just one of those slow to learn kinda folk.

My word for 2019 is PRAY!  Not prayer, but PRAY. Action.

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A word that encourages me to go and DO IT.  Not just think about it. Not just ponder the power of prayer.  Not just listen to my pastor preach about it. But sit in the presence of my almighty Father and PRAY to him.  Every. Day. It’s a beautiful action. It’s the time I get to be a child and let my emotions and thoughts and fear be truly real.  I can be confused and sad and happy and thankful and angry and God is there, and He can handle it. All of it. He’s the only one who can handle it all and do something about it when I don’t have control or power to do anything about it on my own.  I’ve found myself in this type of position a lot in the last five years or so. Not in control when that’s all I really want.

So why don’t I spend more time in prayer getting to know my God better and deeper and lean on Him and into His word and thank Him and ask for big things in His name?  I’m worldly. And sometimes my priorities get all outta whack, and God has to bring perspective back. Again, I’m slow to the take sometimes.

So that’s my word for 2019.  That’s my action for 2019. Yes, there are other things I’m focusing on this year.  I want to read more. I want to eat a little healthier this year. I want to live in the moment more.  I want to really want to be more purposeful in my oily business that I love.


BUT…. I want to build up my relationship with God above all, and I know that everything else will be taken care of whether it’s easy or hard.   

I’m starting my prayer / gratitude journal to help me stay accountable and to be able to look back on the year and SEE those prayers. See how my prayer life changes me.

So what’s your word for this year?  Is is a word to ponder or is it a word that encourages action? Let’s crush 2019!



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Thankful Reflection

It’s been over a year since I’ve written a post.  I’ve been busy mommin’ my little man, and working, and wifing, and all that jazz.  (He turned two this past August by the way!) I try to live in a thankful state most days while it can be tough sometimes (#firstworldproblems), and life has gotten busy with Brooks all over the place.  Thanksgiving week hit me in a way that reminded me I need to slow down and really take it all in, and that’s what this blog and writing about this awesome life does for me.

Thanksgiving week was one to remember this year.  Our family trip with Nana and Papa to Ruidoso was a huge reminder of how thankful I am that they are still around, able to make such a trip, and are in such good health especially for being in their late 80s.  Seeing Brooks play with and love on his Nana and Paper and ask for them first thing each morning we woke up was heart melting. When I think about those long five years of fertility struggles when I didn’t think Nana and Papa would ever be able to even meet a child of mine, much less make memories with him, I become even more thankful.


Since we got back, this feeling of big picture gratitude has continued.  

Ten years with a man that probably gets tired of putting up with me, but does it anyways. #thankful  Married into a family that has accepted me: faults, crazy, and all. #thankful A son that God has blessed me with and is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.  #thankful

Sometimes I forget how blessed I am.  Then I see something, read something, or experience something that reminds me.  It re-adjusts my eyes and heart. It’s something that makes me stop in my tracks and sit in the happiness around me that is my life and really, truly take it all in.  

God reminds me of all he has done for me and given me and blessed me with, and I can’t help but praise and thank him.  That includes the nights Brooks still throws a party for multiple hours in the middle of the night, and we still have to get up and go to work the next day.  That includes the days when Chris irritates me for one reason or another that doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. That includes the mornings Brooks has to be woken up, and he’s cranky and refuses to put clothes on for daycare because his Spiderman jammies are the only thing he wants to wear, and I end up 10 minutes late for work.  Those hard, exhausting moments are beautiful this day in reflection.

It’s all ok.  The good, the bad.  It’s all part of my bigger story.  It’s all part of the moments I will remember with genuine love when I’m telling these stories in 30 years.

And I AM THANKFUL for them all.

I will finish this 2018 with gratitude in my heart, thankful for the little things.

~ April