Big Picture

Sometimes the minor details of life tend to overwhelm or frustrate us.  Really, though, we have to remember it's the big picture that matters.  It's the overall outcome that is most important.  When we look back through the years, it's important to remember that 'the days may have been long' but, 'the years were really short'. 

People who are seasoned, who have lived in this world much longer than I, often offer the advice, "Enjoy this time with your kids.  It goes way too fast."  When I was a first-time mom, everything was new and exciting.  Each new stage, every smirk and grin ... I appreciated it all.  I didn't understand why I was receiving this advice because at the time, things weren't moving all that quickly.  I was able to enjoy each moment and relish in the joys that were occurring.

Fast forward to having four kids and a house full of madness.  I get the advice.  I understand that time does fly when you least expect it and before you know it, your littlest baby is two years old.  The tiny baby that was once your first pride and joy becomes eight years old and almost taller than her aunt.

Last night I was playing volleyball.  I had put out some minor fires in the midst of playing the game, but was still able to focus while my four children were busy playing with the other kids.  The team we were playing was young and fresh and kid-less.  It made our team laugh to think back to the days when that was us.  No cares in the world except to not enjoy ourselves too much because work might be a little long the next day.

We had eight kids playing in the sand beside our court- all belonging to our team.  We only had five people because we were short a player, but we were holding our own.  The last game was about to wrap up; only a few more points and we would be able to claim two of the three wins.  My two-year-old ventured onto the court and WAS NOT going to get off.  One of our players tried to move her, my daughter tried to hold her back ... she was not going to have it.

I left my team to fend with four players while I consoled my littlest.  I tried every bribe in the book, even offering to buy her a pop afterwards if she would just let me go finish the game.  Minutes later, the team came off the court ... Victorious!  They had won despite only having four players.  I was a little frustrated, embarrassed ... I don't know exactly.  But, I was ready to call it quits and just head home.  Why?  It was only a few minutes of my night that got spoiled.  And, it wasn't even spoiled.  I got to snuggle my upset baby and my team still won.

I regrouped, bought a pizza (fighting off the crying two-year-old to buy a pop; I was so proud of myself for not giving in), and enjoyed a beer with friends.  The night was a huge success when you look at the big picture.  The kids had a wonderful time, I had great conversation with friends ... who could ask for more?

Little moments sometimes spoil our overall perception of things.  I was only inconvenienced for a few minutes out of what turned out to be a three-hour time span.  That little moment was only going to destroy the night IF I LET IT!  Which, I often do.

It's good to be reminded that kids will be kids.  It's equally important to remember that life is not meant to be perfect.  There are bumps in the road and curves along the ride.  It's what I make of it that is important!

Here's to wishing you have a wonderful weekend; that on Sunday night you can look back and see the big picture.  I'm sure it won't be perfect, that there will be minor hang-ups!  Don't let them get you down.  Let the daunting moments pass and get wrapped up in the overall goodness!

Enjoy the journey you have been blessed with, love the people in your life, smile :) and remember, 'It's Okay'. 

 

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Pathetic, I Know!

Well, I may be pathetic ... but, I did it!  I got up this morning (after snoozing only three times), grabbed a t-shirt, swished some mouthwash (brushing my teeth would have woke the dog), ran downstairs, dressed as quickly as I could and headed out the front door.  It was after I got about a block that I realized my eyes still weren't quite open, that my hair looked like Medusa and my face probably looked like Frankenstein. 

I got out the door for a run this morning WITHOUT anyone bothering me.  I had 30 glorious minutes of peace.  The neighborhood was quiet, the lake looked crystal clear, the birds and crickets were singing loudly and the baby bunny I encountered may have been the cutest one I have ever seen.  I must say that my morning seemed even more beautiful because no one was spoiling it!

Getting up early with the hopes of getting in a quick run or doing a little work or just having some quiet time often get spoiled by an early riser.  I'm going to thrive on the fact that this morning it actually work ... pathetic as it was ... I made it out the door without dealing with anyone but my pathetic self!

I'd be lying if I didn't confess that yesterday was a little daunting.  My five-year-old got the best of me.  At one point I just sat in the front seat holding my two-year-old with a tear running down ... my terror had locked the back van door and was refusing to move.  I didn't have the energy to fight, so I just sat and waited.  The whole day seemed to be filled with those kind of daunting moments, but I won't bore you with the details. 

It's okay.  Today is fresh.  Today is new.  And as I look back, yesterday wasn't ALL bad.  I sure needed that jog this morning.  I've got three kids parked in front of the TV right now and one still sleeping.  The craziness is going to take over soon.  I promise to try not to forget this amazing moment when times get difficult today!

Here's to wishing your day has a peaceful moment tucked away in it.  It may not last for long, but try to relish in it.  Let it revive you.  Let it give you the fresh, clear, new perspective you need:)

Enjoy the journey you have been blessed with, love the people in your life, smile :) and remember, 'It's Okay'. 

 

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Seriously? COME ON!

So we headed out the door this morning to walk/ride bikes to the school for the summer library program.  I had this amazing plan to go to the program and then go for a run pushing the jogging stroller with the youngest while the three oldest kids rode their bikes.  You know what they say about great plans?  Well, life definitely intervened.

My five-year-old thought her idea to 'push' her baby in a separate stroller on our walk to school was WAY better than my plan.  I didn't want to deal with a fight, so I decided to let her.  I figured I could go for a run as soon as we got home.  Again, life intervened.

The two-year-old WAS NOT going to let her older sister push the baby stroller and insisted on doing it herself.  I was quite impressed that the five-year-old was actually going to share and let her push, so I didn't fight it.  I thought the two-year-old would tire out quickly and so off we went ... the two oldest kids on their bikes, my five-year-old supervising her two-year-old sister pushing the baby doll in a stroller, and me pushing an empty jogging stroller.

The walk to school took no less than 25 minutes (it's easily a 10 minute walk on a normal day).  My two-year-old DID NOT tire out.  It was incredibly daunting ... the bunny, the bird, the bug, the swaying tree ... the baby stroller stopped about every two seconds.  The whole time I tried some positive self-talk, "Just enjoy this moment, they are having so much fun.  The older two aren't complaining and are waiting nicely at each corner.  This is what it's all about."  Ha, ha, ha.  My positive self-talk was NOT working.

We made it to school, we made it through check-out, we made an adorable butterfly craft.  Then, it was time to venture home.  OH MY GOODNESS.  By the third block, I was about ready to blow my top.  It was taking FOREVER.  When we were finally two blocks from home, after what seemed like an eternity (I mean each block I think I stopped 50 times, encouraging the younger two to keep walking), I sent my older two home.  I let them ride without my supervision.  I reminded them to double-check the streets.  I told them they could go in the front door and wait for us to get there.

I couldn't take it any more.  I picked up the stroller with the baby doll and hiked it over my shoulder.  And for the last two blocks here is how the best laid plan panned out ...

A crazy mother pushing and EMPTY stroller while carrying an umbrella stroller with a baby doll strapped in.  She was followed by a five-year-old trying to console a screaming two-year-old.  After being screamed at from the back deck by an older sibling about what the problem was, the five-year-old shouted, "She's having an attitude problem.  She's throwing a fit." 

Seriously!  The walk home took FOREVER.  And, then to have it end with the five-year-old talking about someone having an attitude.  Nothing other than the pot calling the kettle black:)  The run never happened, but at least we made it home in one piece.

It's okay.  Hopefully not to many people were home to witness the incredible event!

Enjoy the journey you have been blessed with, love the people in your life, smile :) and remember, 'It's Okay'. 

 

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Just DON'T Sit Down!

Am I the only human being who loses all motivation to do ANYTHING once my butt hits the couch?  I swear, as long as I DO NOT sit down, I can get stuff done.  Even if I have to walk eight laps around the house, only putting four things away, I'm still more productive than if I give into the hideous temptation of my couch.

There are times during the year when my husband and I have our favorite shows.  These become our priority (sad, I know) when putting our children in bed.  These few nights are designated 'our show' nights.  The kids know that we get extra grouchy if the bedtime routine takes too long.  We don't ask a lot ... just that we can watch our darn shows.  And, I'm talking two or three.  If we were in the newest century and weren't so cheap, we could just DVR our shows and watch them later.  But, alas, we have the cheapest cable possible and so if we miss our show, we miss it.

Last night was the season finale of 'The Voice'.  Love, love, love this show.  I've missed a few episodes because we are full-on into our summer routine and forget about our show nights.  But, last night, I was not going to forget.

I sent my husband and two kids to a friend's baseball game and stayed home with my oldest and youngest.  The little one has not hit her pillow before 10:00 pm the last four nights (I know, 'Mom of the Year') and so she got to get in her crib promptly at 7:15.  The oldest needed her rest as well, but she really wanted to see who the winner would be.

When I sat down at 8:00 pm last night, I made a huge mistake.  Not only did I not fight having my child go to bed, but I took a snoozer right in the middle of MY show.  Yes, I fell asleep on the couch.  It took everything in me just to get up to feed the dog and let him out to go pee.  My daughter took a little nap as well, but I woke her just before the winner was announced.

I am no good to anyone once my butt hits the couch.  I know I need some relaxing nights, but I was beyond pathetic last night.  I'm hoping I'm not alone in being so lazy that I will have to rewash the load of laundry that has been sitting in the machine for two days.  I also left the dinner dishes to deal with this morning.  I left a heap of pool towels and swimsuits (thank goodness they were dry) lying on the only end of the couch not inhabited by me or my daughter.  The list of things I SHOULD have done will go on and on!  Next time I have to remember to 'just NOT sit down'!

It's okay.

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Daily Devotional

Why is it that good habits take so long to form and can be forgotten in a day?  I heard somewhere that it takes three weeks or 21 days to form a habit.  Three weeks of doing something new and out of your regular routine is a challenge to say the least.  And then, sometimes it feels like the universe is out to get you.  You have a few good days or even a couple weeks of putting a good habit into place and BAM, something new rocks your world.  You get sick or throw out your back or have to go out of town ... the list of why good habits don't get formed is so long.

A habit that I got into two years ago was that every morning I would get up just five minutes earlier and go downstairs, alone, and read a short daily devotion.  These devotions are no more than two or three paragraphs and are quick and easy to follow.  I grew out of my habit after a month or so and haven't picked up the book except here or there since.  Why?  It always put me in the right frame of mind for the day.  It always made me feel better and gave me just a little peace before the craziness of life took hold.  I simply quit the good habit and got out of the routine.  It's so easy to let go of good practices.

Well, last night as I was preparing to host bible study at my house, I pulled out my old 'good habit'.  I read yesterday's devotion and what do you know?  The first sentence was, "Learn to laugh at yourself more freely."  It followed up in the next two paragraphs talking about how we take ourselves and our lives too seriously and we miss the Joy of the world created by God.  We take the world on our shoulders, thinking we have to do it all alone; that we are alone in our struggles.

We are not alone.  We are not the only human that struggles, the only parent who makes mistakes, the only worker who doesn't have all the answers.  I purposefully left the daily devotional book out on the counter so I would be encouraged to read it yet again today.  It was about how we get wrapped up in our 'plans' and try to anticipate what is coming next, rather than enjoying the gifts we are surrounded by.

I felt like the last two days of devotions really sum up what the 'it's okay' philosophy means to me.  While I don't clearly state that God is behind every action and blessing, it's important to remember.  We will mess up.  We will fail.  We will feel alone.  In our darkest hour, not only are there other people in the world who can relate, but God is always in our corner to pick us up and remind us we are not ever alone!

Here's to wishing you luck with any 'good habits' you are trying to put in place.  Whether it's working out, not yelling at your kids, finding time to read ... however you are trying to improve your world ... remember that every little step will make a huge difference to the wonderful person you are already are!  Never forget, you already are amazing just because you are you!

Enjoy the journey you have been blessed with, love the people in your life, smile :) and remember, 'It's Okay'.

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Who Knows What the Future Holds

Tomorrow is such a mystery. Whether we are parenting or just living our lives, the curve balls that come at us leave us questioning how it's all going to end up. As I think back to my past, it's hard to pin-point just one thing that got me to where I am today. My parents played a huge role, but then what? Was it friends, sports, activities, school? I struggle at times to realize that my children's futures are not in my hands. I cannot 'make' them be someone they are not.  I cannot force them to enjoy things that aren't pleasurable to them. I cannot look into the future and pick what they are going to be when they grow up.  Heck, I'm still trying to figure that out myself.

The other day we were leaving the forest after dropping off #3 at camp.  My #2 and only boy had picked up a rock and decided he wanted to see if he could chuck it into the forest.  It's a shame that his aim is quite poor. It's equally devastating that he is not as strong as he thinks.  The rock he threw went straight up into the air and smashed into a car parked right beside ours. The driver ... a mother putting bug spray on her child, was standing in the back of the car.  The rock only missing her and her two children by a foot.  I suppose I should be thankful that it didn't hit them.

I apologized profusely, had my son apologize and got in the car near tears. My only question for my boy, "What were you thinking?" I didn't yell, I wasn't mean to him. I was just so stunned and so disappointed. Flashes of future criminal activity started to flood my brain. Feelings of guilt, shame and embarrassment overcame me. I took a few deep breaths, regained some composure and then had a nice conversation with the boy.

When we were on our way to camp drop-off today I had him write the kind mother a note. At the end I told him to tell her what he learned from this tragic denting event. If nothing else, I told him that because she was a mother, she would be okay that he hit her car if he learned something from it. He seemed confused. I said, the next time you are going to throw a rock, will you remember this and how you felt? He agreed that he would and that he learned that he shouldn't throw rocks.

Our lives will curve and twist and change. We will struggle, we will fail, we will make big mistakes. We will have moments that we wish we could take back. Our futures are unknown. The only thing that we can hope for is that we enjoy the ride and wherever it takes us. So my son hit a car with a rock. I am still mortified. It was completely innocent. I've come to realize, though, that without bends in the road, we will never find the right path. We need to mess up in order to change our behavior and do better next time.

As you struggle through this thing called life and work through your mistakes, my hope is that you will not be so hard on yourself and realize that messing up is half the battle of being better for the future!

Enjoy the journey you have been blessed with, love the people in your life, smile :) and remember, 'It's Okay'.

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Little Gestures, Major Differences

This morning as I was in a rush to grab a few things at our local Aldi, my two-year-old and I spotted a couple who had finished with their cart.  You have to deposit a quarter to get a cart.  I only had three dimes so was I hopeful that someone would give me their cart for the extra nickel.  Well, the kind woman wouldn't take my change.  I tried twice to give her the money she would have gotten from returning the cart.  She insisted, "Just take the cart!"

I thanked her several times and encouraged her to have a wonderful day.  Her smile is still shining bright in my mind.  After completing our shopping trip, I was determined to pay it forward.  There was a woman just getting out of her car, so we raced over to her with the cart.  She scrambled to try to find her quarter.  I told her just to take it, that someone had offered it to me and I was paying it forward.

Such a little thing ... a quarter.  But, what a major difference it made in my day.  By doing small acts and by noticing small joys, life does not seem so daunting or over-whelming.  I was running late to pick up my five-year-old, but instead of panicking, I thought of the kind woman's smile.  I turned on the music and just told myself, "It's going to be okay."  I was able to remind myself that I would be no good to anyone if I wrecked the van trying to hurry so I wouldn't be late.  A few minutes wouldn't be that big of deal.

Because I was a little late to pick up my five-year-old, I was going to be a little late to pick up my older two.  I was speeding a little down the winding dirt road when out jumped the most beautiful doe.  Now, my heart was racing and I started to beat myself up for the loss of calmness I had just ten minutes prior.  But, my attitude changed quickly when I was able to think about the beauty of the deer that I just encountered.  My two daughters in the car saw the deer race up a hill and leap over a bush.  It was quite amazing.  Again, kind of a small event, but it had a major impact on reminding me to slow down and appreciate the life around me.

Yesterday I blogged about the 'funk' my family has been in the last few weeks.  It is still long gone today.  Life is so much sweeter when I take time to appreciate the little things in life.  I'm not quite as irritable or hard on my children.  I'm more apt to chuckle with them than tell them to be quiet.  I'm more likely to jump in a game rather than getting upset when someone doesn't play by the rules and ruin the game.  I'm a better me when I slow down, watch and listen for the gifts that are right in front of me.  It's up to me to stop and notice them:)

Happy hump day!  Here's to wishing you have a little gesture today that makes a major difference in the way your day turns out.  And, if you don't, that you do a small gesture for someone else to make a major difference in how their day turns out.

Enjoy the journey you have been blessed with, love the people in your life, smile :) and remember, 'It's Okay'.

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See You Later, Funk!

There are times in our lives where nothing seems to be going right.  It's not that things really are all that bad, but we become overwhelmed with negative feelings and really are just a downer to be around.  I refer to times like these as a 'funk'!  The unfortunate thing is when more than one person in a household (particularly five people in a house of six) are going through a 'funk' at the same time.

Now I am not ignorant to the fact that summer vacation isn't all roses.  Vacations are a lot of work and require adjustments to schedule changes and more down time than people are used to.  The first two weeks of summer vacation have come and gone.  Week three is in full swing and it's safe to say that we are finally out of our funk!  I'll be honest, I'm  no good with change.  In fact, I hate it.  I also hate when my schedule is interrupted or I can't count on specific events happening at regular times.  For a woman with four kids, this sometimes leads to struggles.  And, these struggles are brought on and intensified by yours truly!  I am my own worse enemy.

Our family funk wasn't horrible.  But, it was ugly.  There was bickering; constant bickering.  There was shrieking and hitting and lots of moans.  There was more yelling, more icky tones, more rolling of the eyes.  There was an over-reaction to every minute thing.  I don't think more than five minutes past without something tragic occurring.  Maybe I'm over-reacting, but the last two weeks our family was not very fond of each other.  I should put in a plug that in the middle of these two weeks, we took a three day vacation.  The children were fabulous.  So, I also think that part our funk was due to the fact that they used up all their goodness on our trip.

Anyway ... yesterday was Monday.  I was picking up my two oldest darlings from Religious Education and I had just picked up my third darling from a forest camp.  This #3 of mine (who was at time the ROOT of our funk) struggled with the pick-up.  I noticed another family who seemed to be having similar struggles as ours.  The older sister in this family shoved her younger brother so hard that I thought his head might come dislodged from his neck.  I was more than impressed with how calm the dad stayed.  I commented, "I know this sounds bad, but I saw what happened and I'm just so thankful that it's not just my family that can't keep their hands to themselves this summer."

His comment back was so true.  "Well, we can't quite handle things like our folks did."  I told him that if he had some good ideas, I'd be all ears.  He then smirked, "Watch this and see if it works!"  He made his two children run laps around the parking lot.  "I believe that if they have enough energy to beat each other up, then they have enough energy to run laps."

Kudos to him!  And THANK YOU!  You were inspiration to get out of our family funk!  The first instant that my son touched his sister when we got home, he had to run to the corner and back.  His sister retaliated, so off she went.  I had an 'it's okay' moment when I didn't quite explain to her where I wanted her to run to and she started around the block.  I was so nervous I had to send my son after her.  She had gotten scared half way around our ginormous block and turned back.  She was fine, but really ... come on, mom!  Anyway, it worked!

We also finally have nice weather and the pool time is the best threat under the hot sun!  Today I woke up refreshed.  We are funk-free at our house.  Today only a few sprints to the end of the block occurred.  My #3 only had to walk five laps around the pool (since she can't run at the pool, walking does the trick), and didn't touch another soul after.

I needed something new.  I needed the hot sun.  Change happened.  I'm over it now.  We are finally getting into a routine.  Yeah!  See you later, funk!  Hello, summer vacation.  And, thank you, Mr. Dad at Religious Education.  A fresh perspective is just what I needed!

Here's to hoping a funk is no where in your close future.  And, when your funk hits, because it's inevitable that it will, my hope is that it is short and quick.  My hope is that you will be refreshed quickly, much like I was yesterday!

Enjoy the journey you have been blessed with, love the people in your life, smile :) and remember, 'It's Okay'.

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Is It Okay? Absolutely!

Last night after a long day of my son being overly goofy, I was about at my wits end.  It wasn't anything major; he wasn't being terribly difficult.  It was little stuff; constant little stuff.  Dinner was late due to a wonderful afternoon downtown and I have to admit, I was very tired.  We got to have a little lemonade with dinner (quite a treat since my kids usually get water or water) and they downed their drinks quickly.  When they were finished, they could refill with water.  I might add this is an unfortunate thing they get to do since it requires they get up from the table (over and over again ... I can only blame myself or get off my butt and get it for them, which I was too tired to do).

My son was particularly pleased that his warm water was quickly cooled by the three ice cubes he added.  He was so pleased that he shared some with his five-year-old sister.  She had put her ice cubes in first and then added water and he was sure that hers was not as cold because the process was different.  I had gently reminded them to keep eating.  I gave them the LOOK.  They knew I was not happy.  But it continued and you can guess what happened.  The water spilled.  I didn't say anything except that they had five minutes before I cleaned up dinner and that if they weren't done, it was their problem.  There would be no more food served until breakfast.  I have to admit, I was not the most mature about my threat.

So, my son ate in soggy pants and knew he would be cleaning up his puddle after he quickly downed his dinner.  As dinner was coming to a close, he wiped up his pile and I instructed everyone to help clear the table.  He began playing with his two-year-old sister and chasing her wildly around the kitchen.  I really just didn't want anyone to fall over the dishwasher or to spill anything else.  Instead of saying that, I grabbed his wet shorts (which he was wearing around his ankle) and told him to go to bed; that I didn't want to deal with him anymore.  Again, I was probably not the most mature about the way I dealt with my strong emotions.   

He went.

My five-year-old didn't like the way I handled the situation with her brother.  She shared that, "You know Mom, we act the way we do because you act the way you do.  I learn it from you and then Raina (the two-year-old) learns it from me."  I explained very adult-like (NOT!) that her brother knew he was not doing what he was supposed to be doing and that I make mistakes just like everyone else.

When I went upstairs, my son was already showered and preparing for bed.  I asked him if he knew why he was sent to bed early.  He didn't bat and eye and said, "yes."  He knew he wasn't going to be read to, he knew that his day was not as stand up as it could have been.  I apologized that my tone was pretty nasty and that I hope I didn't bother him when his ankle shorts were taken out from underneath him.  He said he was fine and that it was all okay.

I realize I act much like my children some days.  They are not perfect and neither am I.  It's tiring to ask nicely a million times.  It's unfortunate that I don't model perfect behavior.  I suppose it's okay to admit when I fail so that they can see there is always tomorrow!

Today my son did spectacular at church.  I made sure to tell him over and over again how much I appreciated his good behavior.  I was even proud of my five-year-old who had an unprompted long conversation with an old friend when we ventured to Target after church.  I went over to say hello after checking out and to thank this friend for talking so long with my little gem.  As we were wrapping up our conversation, that same little gem when over and stole the pop I had given to the two-year-old (this was an effort to keep her quiet while I wrangled everyone up).  The two-year-old's scream was heard throughout the store and well into the parking lot.

Another friend witnessed this whole scene and came over laughing.  "Well, here's another one for the book!  It's okay."  Okay it was (minus the embarrassment and looks I got from strangers).  All in all, I can't complain and things really did turn out okay!  Oh, and when we made it back to the car I found my keys nicely placed in the ignition where I had left them almost an hour and a half earlier!  The silver lining is that at least the car wasn't on and nobody had a joy ride with our 2008 minivan!

Enjoy the journey you have been blessed with, love the people in your life, smile :) and remember, 'It's Okay'.

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Awe and Wonder

This last weekend we had the opportunity to go to a family wedding in Minnesota.  There were many moments throughout the night that I was struck with awe and wonder.  I can't explain why, but I found myself completely memorized by the life I have been blessed with.  Now, I don't say this without the disclaimer that these feelings are rare.  There are too many moments that pass in my life that I am NOT as thankful or grateful as I should be.  There are too many times that I forget to enjoy the very goodness I am surrounded by.  This doesn't make me a bad person, I believe it just makes me human!

So, back to my awe and wonder.  It all started as we walked up to this magical like cottage with a huge wrap-around deck.  We were all in matching ensembles ... an event to write home about.  In my eight years as a mother, we have NEVER had full-on matching outfits.  So, this night, was pretty special (and somewhat awkward for me and my husband since everyone seemed to notice and comment!).  We were able to capture our matching moment on camera ... an amazing feat in and of itself!  I was watching my family walk up the stairs to the cottage and got caught up in the moment.  They looked so beautiful.  I even made a comment to my sister-in-law about my husband, "I think he's got more handsome as he aged!"

There was the cousins playing, my daughter dipping her bare feet in every puddle, the girls twirling in their dresses ... it was quite wonderful.  Then there was the most beautiful marriage ceremony I have ever encountered.  The vows were so genuine and so real.  I found myself getting caught up in their words and changing them only slightly in my own mind to mirror how I felt about my husband the day I married him.  It reminded me how much we have grown the last nine years.  It humbles you to realize how life has moved so quickly and we have managed to stay the course together.

After the ceremony and all throughout dinner I was waiting for something to go wrong ... waiting for a disaster.  It never came.  Dinner was cleared and everyone headed out to the deck until it was dancing time.  There was nice conversation, good drinks, children laughing and playing, a cool breeze and the recognition of the importance of family.

When the dancing began, my three girls lined up next to the dance floor.  They stared.  I could tell they were imagining what their wedding day and first dance would be like.  I found myself wondering the same thing for them.  I couldn't take my eyes off them.  They were so beautiful.  My boy was outside being all boy- putting grass stains all over his nice clothes.  I realized I didn't care because he was having the time of his life, and life is messy and dirty.  If you can't enjoy the moment without getting dirty, it probably wasn't a moment worth having.

Once the dance floor opened up, my two-year-old became the life of the party.  I didn't dance with her that much because I only seemed to get in her way.  I just stood to the side or sat away where I could keep an eye on her.  Strangers were taking picture after picture of her.  She looked amazing.  She didn't stop.  All night, she didn't stop.  And I couldn't shake the awe and wonder.  I couldn't let go of the magical moment.  I wished it to go on forever.  I wished that I would remember it during the moments I wasn't feeling grateful and thankful.

My husband and I shared a few slow dances.  We were able to get lost in our own moment.  There were several minutes where we able to just 'be' with one another.  It has been years since we weren't chasing or worrying about what a kid was doing.  We got to have the time that gets lost when you have little people you're trying to raise.  The spins and dips about topped off the night!

We will continue to have crazy moments in our house.  I will have days where I forget to be thankful for the blessings I am surrounded by.  I will mess-up.  I will fail.  But, last Friday night, I was able to get lost in a amazing moment of awe and wonder.  I was able to stop and stare and dream of what our future holds.

Here's to wishing you have 'awe and wonder' moments and that those moments will carry you through the other moments that may not be as wonderful!

Enjoy the journey you have been blessed with, love the people in your life, smile :) and remember, 'It's Okay'.

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