My birthday wish

I will be turning 30 on February 4th. The big 3-0! For my birthday I would like to ask something of you. It won’t cost you a dime, so hear me out.

So the new thing seems to be to ask people to donate to charities for ones birthday. Now don’t get me wrong, that’s a great thing to do. I’ve even asked my friends and family for that in the past.

This year, I decided to simplify it further. All I want this year, is for you to go out and do something kind. It doesn’t have to be big. Just smile at someone who looks unhappy, hold a door open, compliment someone’s attire, etc. Little things like those can make a bigger impact than you know.

Multiple friends have told me stories of kind gestures that made their days so much better. Hours after a simple compliment, they were still smiling and had a little pep in there step.

At my sisters lowest point, she told me that someone smiling and asking how she was made her hesitate just long enough to rethink doing something drastic. This persons genuine interest in her reminded her that she has people to talk to.

Kindness goes a long way now a-days, and we need it more than ever. So my birthday wish is that you go out and and make someone smile.

If you choose, I challenge you to go one step further. Do something that you wouldn’t normally do. Step out of your comfort zone.

If this prompts any good stories, please don’t hesitate to share. I’d love to hear them.

Cliff notes of my 20s

My 20s were filled with abuse, death, love, and finding myself.

The first time I wrote this out it was long and detailed and probably pretty boring to those of you who don’t know me. So here’s the cliff notes of the last 10 years.

Stupidly got married at 20 y/o while in college(2009) Guy was an abusive tool.

Dropped out of college at his bequest.

Got pregnant in late 2010.

Lost the baby at 39 weeks and 4 days(June 2011).

Guy started cheating and eventually left me for another woman. (June 2012)

Realizing that I was 23, divorced, and had already buried my child, I got on a dating site and went through a very short “wild period”.

Met a guy on that dating site who wanted more than just one night. (Sept. 2012)

After therapy and time, finally let that guy in. (March 2013)

He was patient with me and helped me through my ptsd. He understood that I didn’t want kids.

He convinced me to go back to school for my bachelors.

2 years after we met we got engaged. He was the best thing to ever happen to me. I was truly happy. (Aug 2014)

1 year after that we found out I was pregnant(September 2015). I was mortified, terrified, and absolutely didn’t want that baby.

Set up an appt at a clinic to terminate the pregnancy. Many long talks later we decided to keep it.

A most terrifying and stress filled 9 months later(may 2016), out pops a healthy baby girl. She was one of the two best things to ever happen to me. She filled a hole in my heart that I didn’t know I had.

A while(September 2016) later we walk down the aisle with our four month daughter as an honorary flower girl.

A couple months after that (December 2016), I graduated with my bachelors in marketing.

2 years later, (after being pressured about having another kid so Charlie doesn’t turned out “spoiled”) we decided(resistently) to have another kid.

Got pregnant February 2018.

I spent the entire pregnancy feeling like we made a mistake and being afraid I was going to hate my child.

We had a boy(October 2018), and it was love at first site. He is one of the three best things that could ever happen to me.

If you would have told me, 10 years ago, everything that I would go through, I’d never believe you. I’d never believe that I was strong enough for the first half or lucky enough for the second.

Sometimes things happen for a reason. If I wouldn’t have lost my son, I might still be with my abusive ex. Id never have met my current husband, and I never would have had my two amazing kids. God works in mysterious ways.

I’m turning 30 in February and ready to start my next decade off on a much happier foot!!!! I MADE IT!!!!!!


As I look around during the 4 am feeding, I can’t help but notice how much my life has changed.

I used to say “I want ONE room to put ALL the toys and whatnot. That way if anyone comes over, they get the illusion that we’re adults.”

Well obviously that didn’t happen because when I laid down for a nap today, I found a “little people”(my daughter and I named him Bob), under my sheets. Yes… Bob went places that no toy has gone before.

We have puzzle pieces in the living room, one of those annoying walk on pianos hiding in the office, and don’t even get me started on all of the toys that have snuck there way into our laundry.

I don’t think that there is a room in our entire house that doesn’t scream “KIDS HAVE TAKEN OVER OUR LIVES!!!”

Now we get to add tummy time mats, and baby swings to the mix. And don’t even get me started on the laundry and dishes that never seem to end!!!

While I sit here thinking about all of the chaos that our life has become, do you know how I feel???

Like I want A maid and a stiff drink!!!!!!

What? You thought that I was going to say that I feel blessed, loved and something or other about seeing the bigger picture?

Yea…. I guess I’m in more of a 5X7 mood tonight.

Later y’all