tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31386085506497400542024-03-05T06:45:00.833-08:00Foster Family“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go...”
― Dr. Seusseea08ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15824874033575483827noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138608550649740054.post-42363778623965831742016-03-23T15:20:00.001-07:002016-03-23T15:20:43.746-07:00Why growing up feels weirdHere I am, weeks away from being a first-time mom. While most of me is sooooo ready for it all, a part of me feels really weird that I am this grown up.<br />
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Here's a situation that happened today: We need to set up our pediatrician for our son before he arrives. As I was looking and reading about one that I need to call and talk to and figure everything out with, I thought to myself, "I wish my mom would just call them and do this for me".<br />
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Then it hit me... I AM THE MOM NOW.<br />
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I am the one that my son is going to need to call and set up doctors appointments. I am the one who will have to figure out the hard stuff for him till he's old enough.<br />
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After that strange realization then I checked my TimeHop app. Which happens to be one of my favorite apps, but it always makes me feel weird too.<br />
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This season of life 7 years ago I was a senior in high school wrapping up my last couple of weeks as a high school student. School was a joke, I don't know how but I had like 4 off periods and my friends and I seemed to always be going on some adventure. We were running off to the lake every warm day that existed, dying each others hair in the middle of the night, driving around our tiny town with music as loud as we could in our crappy high school cars. All the while our moms were still making all our meals and doing all our laundry!!! Care. Free.<br />
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Then theres 6, 5, 4 years ago. College years. THE BEST. We were still doing spontaneous things all the time, we just had to care about school now a little bit more than in high school. We also had to do our own laundry and find our own food now. I lived with 6 girls and there was never a dull moment. There was always someone at the house to go eat with or run to target with, talk a walk around ACU with. Always fun to be had, always.<br />
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3 years ago I was getting ready to get married. What an exciting time!! I was planning my wedding and my life with Judson. We were on cloud 9 in love and daydreaming of our futures. </div>
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2 years ago at this time we were married and getting ready for Judson to graduate. Our whole first year of marriage we were still in school, so it was basically just like playing house. It was AWESOME. We didn't know true adulthood or responsibility yet, we were just 23 year olds in love and married, trying to figure everything out. We would always be doing something - going golfing, running, fishing, walking, road tripping, shopping, ALWAYS doing something together. In the spring we started interviewing for our first jobs, packing our house up, and having a garage sale to have some summer money. We were about to make our first big move together and really start our adulthood. </div>
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1 year ago we were wrapping up our first year of teaching in a tiny town far away from everything and everyone we knew. It was definitely a year of growth, but we got to grow together. We worked down the hall from each other so we got to eat lunch together every day and we were all we had. Attached at the hip the whole year. I was always getting ready to run my second half marathon. We got offered new jobs so we also were preparing and packing our house up to move AGAIN. </div>
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Now here I am today, weeks away from being a mom for the first time. I think a part of it feels weird because even though I'm years older now, I am still the girl who likes to run off to the lake whenever it's warm outside, and not stay indoors or get the laundry finished. I'm still the girl who likes spontaneous night time walks, and not 8:30-9:00 bedtimes. I'm still the girl who likes to go and do and see, and not be tied down by responsibilities and stuck in routine.</div>
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I think a part of us all feels that way, no matter how old you are. While change is good and new seasons always bring new blessings, you are still always that person somewhere down deep you were years ago. That's why adulthood can seem so suppressive. Somedays I want to just run down the street like a crazy person because I'm craving adventure so bad. </div>
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Life is full of ebb and flow, though. In a couple of weeks my life will change in ways I can't even mentally prepare for. And even though I'm going to be the rock solid that my son relies on for needs and consistency and I will be the one who makes his doctor appointment calls, I think it's important he know that his momma is someone who likes to go and do and see and create and learn. I hope he is all those things as well. It's all about balance - and sometimes balancing feels weird. </div>
eea08ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15824874033575483827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138608550649740054.post-60550182711343388142015-11-05T18:51:00.000-08:002015-11-05T18:51:02.042-08:00Dear baby<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">
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<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I have always wanted to be a mom, ever since I was a little girl. </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">A mom and a wife.</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> I have been a wife for over 2 years now and I’m so thrilled I get to take on my second dream role! Not just a mom, </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">but</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> your mom.</span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Now, I could write you a book about the dad you are getting. Man, did I pick him right. You are the luckiest child in the world to have a dad like him. He will play with you even when he’s exhausted. </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">He will do all he can to give you the best life experiences. </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">He’s going to be an amazing example to you of what a God-seeking man is. He will make mistakes too, but when he does he will never be too proud to apologize. I can’</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">t wait to take you to all of his games</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> he coaches and let you see for yourself the hard-working, leader he is. He’s going to be strict with you sometimes, but I promise it’s because he wants you to have everything that’s good in this world. He talks to you all the time already in my tummy and is praying for you constantly. You will have a role model for life in the man that your father is.</span></div>
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We are so excited! Overjoyed! Exhausted! </div>
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I've taken probably 50 pregnancy tests in the 2 years I've been married because every little thing that was weird I would be like "Maybe I'm pregnant?!" and all 50 of those tests have been negative. So, taking this pregnancy test wasn't a big deal initially. We had been trying and I was a week late so randomly I woke up and just thought maybe I should go take a test. I forgot about it while it was loading and then went back in there later to see PREGNANT. </div>
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About 1 billion things go through your mind when you find out your pregnant but one of the first was I HAVE TO TELL JUDSON. I used to have a really cute plan of how to tell him I was pregnant for the first time, but that all went to heck when it really happened. I immediately called him and he was so so happy and excited! </div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">A few weeks ago we had our first sonogram. EMOTIONS. I can’t even begin to explain what it feels like to be next to the man you are in love with and walk through life with and see the baby that y’all created together. It’s… incredible. Everyone needs to get married and have babies so you can understand.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span></div>
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I haven’t had morning sickness (HALLELUJAH) I have been soooo tired though. I also definitely have pregnancy brain already. I cannot think straight or clear for the life of me. And concentrating on something? Forget about it. Wait, what was I saying? </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">A word of advice: Don’t teach kindergarten for the first time in your life AND get pregnant for the first time in your life all at the same time. IT’S HARD. Also, it's football season; Judson's busiest time of year. </span></span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I've never been so worn out in my whole life. Please don't tell me I will eat those words whenever </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">the baby gets here. </span><br />
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Anyway, to sum up – We are parents! We are so happy! We are so tired! We are so ready for thanksgiving break so we can have a moment to soak in all this life changing stuff! </div>
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eea08ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15824874033575483827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138608550649740054.post-86332766681887537162015-09-26T20:23:00.000-07:002015-09-26T20:23:42.277-07:00In the beginning... part 3In case you missed what's going on here, I'm telling my favorite story. The story of my Judson and I and where it all began. In case you missed part 1 and 2 you can find them here:<br />
<a href="http://ejfosterfamily.blogspot.com/2015/09/in-beginning-part-1.html" target="_blank">http://ejfosterfamily.blogspot.com/2015/09/in-beginning-part-1.html</a><br />
<a href="http://ejfosterfamily.blogspot.com/2015/09/in-beginning-part-2.html" target="_blank">http://ejfosterfamily.blogspot.com/2015/09/in-beginning-part-2.html</a><br />
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We left off with me in Germany and Judson back in Abilene, Texas. Still unclear of what we officially are except that we know we like each other a lot.<br />
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I'm gallivanting through Europe with my best friend and having a great time though! Obviously we are talking about boys and I'm filling her in on Judson. I haven't told her just how serious my feelings are for him... yet. (in one year from that moment she will be my maid of honor helping me get ready for my wedding in a couple of weeks!)<br />
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One night towards the end of our trip I remember we are sleeping in a hostile, which is like a weird, cheap, dorm-like hotel. We are laying on bunk beds and I just start crying. She asks me what's wrong, I tell her I think I love Judson and I know that's crazy because we aren't even boyfriend and girlfriend but I do, I love him. It felt SO good to say it. I just knew I couldn't say it TO HIM.<br />
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It was towards the end of July and I was headed back to Texas, exhausted and jet-lagged but excited to finally see that boy again. I came up with a plan to surprise him when I got to Abilene, he thought I wouldn't be there for a few more days. So I texted his best friend and said "You have to get Judson to go to Guitars tonight! YOU HAVE TO!" later he said "He doesn't want to go because you aren't in town but I think I can get him to"<br />
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I secretly got to Abilene and got all dolled up with my friends to go surprise him! I had so many butterflies! I also had just gotten my haircut after my trip, 7 inches cut off, that's important in a minute.<br />
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I got to Guitars and started searching all over. I couldn't see him. I went to the bathroom and when I came out THERE HE WAS! I think... We both stood there and starred at each other because HE CUT ALL HIS HAIR OFF TOO! We could barely recognize each other with our new hair cuts! Finally he runs over and we have a long awaited hug with hundreds of people around! He tells me he doesn't want to be here at all right now so we left to our favorite place - a nighttime walk around ACU. On this walk he asks me to officially be his girlfriend and of course I say YES. I couldn't believe I had pushed this away for months now. Absence made the heart grow smarter.<br />
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The next couple of days brought giddy and constant calling each other "boyfriend" and "girlfriend". It felt so good to be his. Just 5 days later we went on a date to play putt-putt and then a walk around this lake/park by the zoo in Abilene. We were sitting and talking at the park for a long time and he kept saying "I want to tell you something so bad but I just don't know" and then "I really want to tell you something" but he just wouldn't say it! Finally after hours of talking like we always do, we were looking at each other and I just said, "I love you, too".<br />
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His reaction was priceless! His face lit up and he said "Oh my gosh! How did you know? I've loved you for so long. I've wanted to tell you for so long that I love you. And I do, Elizabeth! I love you!"<br />
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Game over. Never did I ever ever ever want to say those words to someone else. Never had I ever felt it or meant like I did now. <br />
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The next couple of months of dating was everything I could have ever dreamed that having someone pursue me would be like. And 9 months down the road on February 9th, 2013 he got down on one knee in that special place of ours. The place where we had talked for hours and hours getting to know each other, the place where he grabbed my hand and made my heart jump out of my chest, and the place where he asked me to officially be his girlfriend. On a walk around ACU, Judson asked me to be his bride.<br />
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And THAT is the story of how it all began. <br />
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My favorite story in the world. I feel so blessed to have the love that we have because the older I get the more I realize how much of a rare and precious gift it is. We have grown up together but most importantly we've grown closer through it all. We fell in love as 21 year old college kids, got married at the ripe old age of 22 still not real adults yet, and have learned how to do this thing called life <i>together </i>over the past 2+ years. Sometimes I could just cry when I look at him because I'm so deeply in love with the man he continues to be to me. <br />
<i>My best friend.</i><br />
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<br />eea08ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15824874033575483827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138608550649740054.post-39791050161008475422015-09-26T11:30:00.001-07:002015-09-26T11:30:23.094-07:00In the beginning.. part 2In case you missed the first part of my favorite story ever you can read it here:<br />
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Now we left off at Judson and I having our first kiss. I had been trying really hard to NOT fall for this guy. I feel like it's necessary that I give the world a visual of what Judson looked like back then. I'm not exaggerating when I say LONG HAIRED AND CRAZY.<br />
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but still cute.<br />
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But again, where we left off... Judson and I had been walking and talking EVERY night for almost two weeks now and that in itself has made him become one of my best friends. We just clicked. We were able to talk and talk about EVERYTHING and it just worked and it made us both happy.<br />
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Now WHY did I screen shot these kinds of things and JOURNAL THEM!? I don't know. I just don't know what's wrong with me. But I am so thankful I did because as years pass you forget little things said here or there and now I don't ever have to forget.<br />
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So we kissed. And I really liked it. I really liked him but I didn't want to. So now I was working on convincing myself that this was just going to be a really fun summer fling. I could admittedly like him because it's a summer fling! No big deal. NO BIG DEAL.<br />
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And here's the thing too I was going places this summer! Literally. I was going to Seattle to run a half marathon and then I was going to Germany for a mission trip for 3 weeks. So nothing "REAL" could come of this. We were having fun and it was fun.<br />
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The thing was is that Judson's intentions were not just to have a summer fling with me. If I was being honest at all about what my heart was telling me I would tell you mine weren't either but I just wouldn't let myself be vulnerable to all that yet. Flings don't have consequences if they don't work out (I was telling myself).<br />
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So that's how the whole month of May went, we having a lot of fun and were pretty much inseparable. Which if you know us at all you could agree that's basically still how we are now - inseparable. Then June came and my heart just kept falling more and more and more which was making me try to deny that fact more and more.<br />
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See that little heart up in the corner there? That's because on June 8th I knew I loved Judson. Not like, oh he's so cute and fun and I love ya bro kind of love. I mean I knew I LOVED him and he was it. Of course I was not going to speak those words at all to anyone! And didn't for a long time!<br />
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Then on June 14th we had our first fight.<br />
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I was about to start all my traveling and be away from basically a month from Abilene/Judson. I didn't know where we stood and that made me uneasy about leaving. I wasn't his girlfriend so he could talk to/dance with/go on walks with whoever he wanted to while I was gone but the thought of that made my stomach get in knots. Of course, being the stubborn person I am, I wanted the upper hand though. I didn't want him to know that I was insecure about leaving! So when we were hanging out my house that day I said something to him like "You're the best summer fling I've ever had so far" and the look on his face I'll never forget. I knew what I said hurt him and I immediately wanted to take it back. He just kind of blew it off and then shortly left after that. Ugh! Why do I do these things!?<br />
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I got ready for a night of dancing with my friends and he was going to Guitars too. He texted me before saying something like "Just so you know, I'm not comfortable kissing in public." KNIFE TO THE HEART. So I said "Who said I want to kiss you in public?" and then we saw each other at Guitars. It was kind of uncomfortable, we tried to just act like nothing was bothering either one of us. We were at a table of people and he said something like, "We're just friends, right Elizabeth?" and my heart sunk. That's what I wanted wasn't it!? Him saying it was the worst thing I'd ever heard. So I was so rude to him and ignored him the rest of the night. He finally pulled me aside and he showed where he had put in his notes a month ago "I know she's the one" and said "Do you think I would write that if I thought we were just friends?" I could not BELIEVE he wrote that about me! And there was no lying that he did it a month ago the date was on there! Then, in front of everyone (after he told me he's not comfortable kissing in public), he picked me up and kissed me! So we stopped fighting. :)<br />
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I went off to Seattle and ran my half marathon but we didn't talk a whole lot. Long story short I broke my foot running and Taylor, my roommate, wanted to come stay in Graham with me and then she had tickets to the Rangers game. WELL, GUESS WHO TAGGED ALONG WITH HER!? Judson! He met my parents for the first time, long hair and all, then stayed the night at my parents house! While my best friend and I are in the other room. Brave guy.<br />
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Pretty much right after that I left for my 3 weeks in Germany with a 12 hour time difference. I was again nervous about it because Judson and I still hadn't declared that we were exclusive per my request. I went to Abilene for one night before I left and he wrote me an adorable acrostic poem.<br />
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He assured me that he wasn't going anywhere while I was going to be gone and that we could pick up right where we left off when I got back. If we can't talk a lot, it's no big deal, he'll be there when I get back. Which sounds nice, but when you have met the person you love and you aren't even really his girlfriend yet and you're leaving the country - it's really hard on the heart. <br />
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I wrote him letters to open for everyday I was gone and we facebook messaged every day, he would wake up in the middle of the night to message me across the world. They almost always ended with "I like you so much".<br />
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"I hope you're still my friend then" haha meaning I HOPE WE'RE STILL TOGETHER THEN. Oh, and that song he told me to listen to at the end, is now the song playing in our wedding video preview. :) which you should go watch here:<br />
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Now when I got BACK from Germany is another part of the story... To be continued... eea08ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15824874033575483827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138608550649740054.post-20380469381723390262015-09-26T08:16:00.001-07:002015-09-26T08:16:31.062-07:00In the beginning.. part 1Last night I had a dream about the first couple of dates that Judson and I went on then all of the sudden BARK BARK BARK! My dogs needed to go out and woke me up.<br />
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You know when you woke up too early from a good dream and you just lay there and try to force yourself to fall back asleep and start dreaming again at the same moment you woke up from? Well, I was doing that. Then I realized, how about I just lay here and actually just use my memory about the beginning of Judson and I. I can't remember the last time I thought about these times, it's been a loooong time. Maybe it was because yesterday my sister in law posted about her and Koby in the beginning of their marriage or maybe it's because I had a picture from when we were dating 4 years ago on my timehop yesterday morning, or because last night was bid night and crazzzzzy things happen on EOX bid night - but regardless, here I am looking back to the beginning of when my Judson came into the picture.<br />
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The year 2011 wasn't a great year for me. First of all, I was fat and hadn't had a haircut in months so I constantly LOOKED like it wasn't a great year for me (so much for faking it till you make it). But overall, it was just a hard year of hard lessons I needed to learn but it sucked learning them. Therefore I declared 2012 THE YEAR OF ME. I lost some weight, got a cute haircut and some new clothes, and I was ready to finish my junior year of college and start my senior year with a bang! So, since it was THE YEAR OF ME I decided to journal things that happened everyday because everyday was going to be GREAT. Now journaling a sentence or two about what happened that day either makes me really lame or a real genius because now I have this awesome keepsake from a really special time in my life. SO since I journaled I will be cross referencing that with my actual memory. This is my favorite story EVER so sit back and prepare yourself. <br />
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Here's where it all started. Junior year of college ended and I had kind of come to terms with the fact I'm not going to meet my future husband at ACU. I talked to God and came to an agreement that it was okay and I needed to stop forcing it to happen. So I ended my junior year with this mindset. The next day pretty much all of ACU went out to a place called Guitars which is basically a bar with lots of country dancing and then to a Josh Abbott concert down the road at another place. Judson was kind of just following me around when we were at Guitars. Whatever group of people I was standing with talking to he just popped up in there. He asked me to dance a couple of times and of course I did. I had known Judson for a couple of years we had classes together and studied together before so he wasn't a stranger to me, but I was like dude what are you doing? I even asked one of our good mutual friends "Why is Judson following me around all night?" (who later I found out he texted this friend the night before and said "You need to help get Elizabeth and I together, she's hot" ROMANTIC)<br />
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After that night he was texting me a lot the next day which was graduation day. We both had roommates graduating and we would talk about that. I also learned this day that we actually lived down the street from each other in our college houses. WHO KNEW?! So after Farren's graduation party at our house he and some mutual friends came and picked me up to go to his house for his roommates graduation party, but it was basically all stupid college boys and I was not impressed. So I said something along the lines of "I think I'm just going to walk back home" and clearly disappointed this didn't turn out how he wanted it to, he said "I'll walk you! You don't need to walk alone down the street to your house" I kept on insisting I would be fine but NO this chivalry would not DIE! So he walked me home and we sat outside on the porch swing and talked for a while. Then we decided to walk over to ACU which was like 50 ft away from my house and walk around the Lunsford trail. We talked and talked - nothing flirting or romantic - I was NOT interested in that nor with this crazy, long haired, college boy. In fact I kind of told him that we both suck at relationships because we force things to be there that isn't there (talking about our pasts). So, for me, sparks weren't flying yet. But we continued to walk and talk every night around ACU for the next couple of days.<br />
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Then one night he asked me to walk and I said sorry I can't I have to study for a test tomorrow in summer school and he said something along the lines of, "Well you know, I'm going to be a teacher too so I'm really good at helping people study." HA! So he came over and literally I just made him quiz me with my flash cards - poor guy. After studying for probably an hour and a half or so I gave in and we went on our daily evening walk around ACU. BUT I BROUGHT MY FLASH CARDS. See, I stick to my guns. <br />
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On this day he invited me to trespass to an apartment complex pool and swim with a bunch of his guy friends - so of course I forced my friend HP to go with me! I wasn't doing that alone!! I think at this point I started being more drawn to the idea of having a crush on him because I straightened my hair before I went to the pool... and he DUNKED me under water. UGH! Also, the song by Eric Church starting playing "I love your love the most" and he was kind of singing it so I said COMPLETELY JOKING "Is this song about me?" thinking he would laugh and be like NO YOU HILARIOUS PERSON! but instead he said "Not yet." and winked at me. Um.. yeah. I had a crush now. Dang it.<br />
We went on a walk that night like we had every night for a week and this time while I was talking he just reached over and grabbed my hand. AHWIWTYOWIYRUSEHJ!!!!! Oh my gosh. I felt like a junior high girl at the movies all over again! HE HELD MY HAND! AND KEPT HOLDING IT. in my head I kept trying to convince myself "it's fine. friends hold hands. this doesn't mean anything. oh my gosh he's cute. NO. he's not! he's my friend. my good friend. AHHH!!!" So he walked me back home STILL HOLDING MY HAND and we side hugged goodnight and I ran up the stairs to my room as giddy as could be! He also really liked this night because he put this in the notes of his phone after our walk<br />
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The next day he texted me in the morning and said "Good morning pretty girl" WHAT!? Now my good friend is calling me PRETTY GIRL!!??! But I like it.. so.. okay. He can call me that. I GUESS. I went about my day business as usual and then he CALLED me, not texted where I could have done a better job of denying him, and he said "Can I take you on a date today? Like in 15 minutes? I'll walk to your house and pick you up. You just need to wear something comfortable, I'm not going to take you on your typical first date." My heart was POUNDING and I said, um.. Sure! Okay. I'll see you in 15 minutes.<br />
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I wore Nike shorts, a T-Shirt, and Chacos on that first date and he showed up wearing pretty much the same thing except a boy version of Nike shorts. hehehe. He had on a backpack and said "Alright, are you ready? We're going on a hike!" So off we went to "hike" the backwoods behind one of ACU's dorms. Oh, and he HELD MY HAND while we were walking. There is a tree house back there and we climbed to the top and he had water for us to drink because it was summer in Abilene and I'm sweating like a pig on this "first date". He also brought a sharpie for us to write on the tree house our names. <br />
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We sat up there and talked like we had for 100+ hours already lately. I would be talking and looking at him and he would start shaking his head and I would say "WHAT?" and he said "I'm not going to kiss you on our first date. I'm not going to be THAT guy." And I would just completely blow off that he just said anything about kissing me and kept on talking. That same scenario happened 3 or 4 times during that talk. We finally climbed down and started heading home, holding hands and all... we were on this really pretty, tree covered path and he stopped me and looked at me for what felt like 30 minutes without saying anything and then he leaned in to kiss me!!! And I? Well.. I turned my head away hahaha. But he made it happen anyways! And there it was - we had our first kiss. And I think both of us knew that we would never kiss anyone else again for the rest of our lives after it happened but we wouldn't dare say that to each other.<br />
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Eventually we took some engagement pictures at that special spot.<br />
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Now I get to kiss him anytime I want. :)<br />
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Well this beginning story is far from being over, we did NOT just hit the ground running being boyfriend and girlfriend after this moment. To be continued... <br />
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<br />eea08ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15824874033575483827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138608550649740054.post-47316152605241346392015-03-20T09:56:00.000-07:002015-03-20T11:54:08.453-07:00Thoughts and feels on working with your spouse Judson and I not only have the same career of teaching, but we also work about 50 feet away from each other every day.<br />
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My students all know exactly who my husband is, and his students know exactly who I am. They see us both every day. Our students hear us say "I love you, have a good day." to each other every morning in the hallway. We eat lunch together every single day. We ride to school together in the mornings. Our professional lives are completely entangled together. </div>
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I used to think this isn't really that big of a deal. I mean it's cool and all, but Judson and I have always had our relationship be connected in multiple aspects. We became friends because we sat next to each other in our first education class at ACU. When we were dating and engaged we helped each other on assignments and took classes together. </div>
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More recently, though, I've realized just how unique and special and <u style="font-style: italic;">wonderful</u> it is to work with your spouse.<br />
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When school first started and I was SO unexplainably nervous - he was right there.</div>
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When I'm having a hard day and every thing feels like it's going wrong - I can walk right down the hallway and get a hug.</div>
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When I get home at night but things of the day are still weighing on me - he understands perfectly how it feels.</div>
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We can share snacks that we have in our desks when we are starving.</div>
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We can compare out fitbit steps while passing each other in the hallway! #competition</div>
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We can lean on each other about what parent contact sheet needs to be filled out by next friday and when we need our 6 weeks grades need to be posted. Turning lesson plans in on time, creating a good STAAR review, what fun activities can we do in class. </div>
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We also get to see each other live out our passions. We get to watch each other succeed first hand. Let me tell you something, I thought Judson was pretty great before we started our careers - but now I think I start glowing when I watch him do his thing. <b>I am so proud of the man I married</b>.</div>
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I know someday we won't work right down the hall from each other. I know the subject we teach or the grade we teach will change as the years go by. </div>
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<i>I will never forget this year.</i></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">This year has been so foundational to our marriage. So foundational to our friendship. So foundational to our careers. </span></div>
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So no matter what comes our way, I am so thankful that the Lord gave us this opportunity to bond in a way that most marriages never get the chance to. </div>
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Also, it's just a bonus that I'm basically living out my dream to be Jim and Pam from The Office.</div>
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eea08ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15824874033575483827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138608550649740054.post-11299790507625595172015-02-27T17:04:00.001-08:002015-02-27T17:07:20.322-08:00Who owns the internet?As everyone knows, I am a school teacher. I take my job very seriously.<br />
Not because I think that having 10 and 11 year olds know about graphing linear equations on a coordinate plane is THE MOST IMPORTANT THING EVER.<br />
Not because my self worth is going to be determined from the outcome of their STAAR tests.<br />
I take my job seriously because having the opportunity to forever impact 51 small lives is THE MOST IMPORTANT THING EVER. So, even though it is in my job description and requirements to educate the youth about math, that's not my passion. My passion is making a difference. My passion is changing lives. My passion is changing the world.<br />
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When days aren't jam packed full with WHAT IS 9 x 3/4?! and IS 97 A PRIME OR COMPOSITE NUMBER!? I get to have rare and special moments to really talk to my kids about <i>life.</i><br />
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Today was Friday and the whole state of Texas was having a snow day today except for us, so I let my kids have some free time at the end of school. All my kids have their own laptop, yes you read that right, ALL my 5th grade CHILDREN have their own laptops that are school issued. Macbook laptops. So of course during free time they choose to play games on their laptops. Well today one of my students decided to google themselves. (Don't worry guys, we have a filter on our school internet that only lets appropriate content show on google)<br />
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When they typed in their name to google, guess what popped up? Pictures of them.<br />
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The student screamed, "AHH!! I HAVE A STALKER!! SOMEONE TOOK SCREEN SHOTS OF MY INSTAGRAM PHOTOS AND SENT THEM TO GOOGLE!!"<br />
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I went over and looked and said, "No sweetheart, those are just your Instagram photos."<br />
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Students says, "How did google find them!? They don't follow me on Instagram."<br />
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My eye twitched a little at the lack of education that our youth has on the power of the internet, yet it is so interwoven into their lives. It sits in their pocket every day on their smart phones. But I had all the ears of the 20 kids in my classroom at the time so I seized the moment.<br />
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I said, "Listen kids, when you accept those really long terms of agreement on all those apps you have that none of you read, you are accepting that those companies own your pictures. They can do whatever they want with them."<br />
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Me, "YES. Just because the picture disappears when you send it someone doesn't mean that the company of Snapchat didn't store it in their database. (Don't call the FBI on me, I don't actually know if that is true. But when you have young minds listening to you and what you say could make the difference between them making a good decision and a bad decision, you say what you gotta say.) Plus you take the risk every time that the person you send your snap chat to might screen shot your picture."</div>
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So then I say, "And don't even get me started on Facebook! There are ways strangers can find your information that even adults don't understand. Whatever you share can be shared across the country if people wanted to. Even across the world! News travels faster than you can imagine on the internet."</div>
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I then realize, okay maybe I went a little too intense with this. HEY! I'm still trying to figure out the pros/cons to social media myself. So I told them that I have an Instagram, Facebook, and Snapchat and I enjoy those apps! It's fun to have a community and share positive things as well as get to stay connected with friends. You just have to be careful. Don't post things you wouldn't mind the whole world seeing. And then I lovingly told them all don't you dare try to look me up because I won't accept any of your friend requests until you have a college degree. </div>
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Teaching has taught me so much about <i>parenting</i>. This is the world my own children will grow up in. They won't know a day with out the internet and you better believe I'll have my babies faces plastered all over social media. So what is the right thing to tell our youth? What is safe? What boundaries should minors have when it comes to the internet?</div>
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I enjoy social media to stay connected to my family and friends because I don't live anywhere near them. I enjoy sharing positive things, that could help someone. I enjoy reading positive things/funny things. How could I teach my kids the power in social media and that they have the ability to do GREAT things through it, but also teach them to be cautious to its dangers?</div>
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How can we teach our young ones to change the world through this powerful internet that we have?</div>
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During my runs I have one enemy - <i>Walking. </i><br />
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It's always there. Tempting me. It's weighing down my feet and whispering in my ear. I run past walkers and fantasize how much easier they must have it right now. As my body aches and my lungs burn, I play a mind game with myself.<br />
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"What if I just walk for a second. Just a few steps. That wouldn't be so bad, would it?"<br />
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Then a stronger voice within me says NO. Don't stop. Not for one second. Keep going. Keep pushing. <i> It will be worth it in the end. </i><br />
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So I keep going. I keep pushing. Though sometimes it's painful and sometimes it seems like just walking would be easier, I keep pressing toward a Higher goal.<br />
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Isn't this how we all feel in life? Wouldn't it just be easier to quit sometimes? Just walk for a little bit.<br />
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Walking through this life is the temptation that Satan will always dangle in front of you.<br />
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Don't. Don't walk. <i>Run. </i><br />
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Run as fast as you can toward your goals. Run as fast as you can toward serving others. Run toward the good. Run toward change. Run toward the arms of Christ. Run for those who can't. Run for those who may never get the chance. Just run.<br />
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<br />eea08ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15824874033575483827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138608550649740054.post-61160238249580808112015-01-13T18:28:00.001-08:002015-01-13T18:34:32.728-08:00I love myself and I hate myselfTitle of this post is unapologetically brought to you by Harvard Sailing Team. If you haven't ever seen it, LEAVE IMMEDIATELY and go watch it on YouTube.<br />
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Now, I don't know about you, but I get kind of obsessed with things. Wanna be a baker? YES, obsessed. Wanna be the best teacher in the world? YES, obsessed. Wanna be a Suzy Homemaker? YES, obsessed. Active health enthusiast? Obsessed. Play guitar? Make a career of modpodging everything? Be a tree farmer? OBSESSED, OBSESSED, OBSESSED.<br />
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I think you get it. I get an idea - run with it like a mad woman - then fizzle out - find something new to be obsessed with.<br />
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You know what my problem is? I put my self worth in all these sorts of things, then when I see that I may not be THEABSOLUTEBESTEVER at it, I say uh… Nevermind. BYE. On to something new.<br />
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There is nothing wrong with being passionate about a bunch of different things and there's nothing wrong with trying new things.<br />
There is a problem when you put <i>who you are</i> into these things. Because when you fail - and you WILL fail at things in life - you get the feeling and insecurity at failing at <i>who you are. </i><br />
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Let me give you some examples:<br />
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I have started a new self-improvement, exercise plan, nutrition plan, etc, etc. about 3,492,214 times.<br />
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And then, whenever I eat a half pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream - BECAUSE I WILL - I say well forget it! I failed. I suck. I'll try again some other time to do this perfectly. </div>
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And I keep starting over. and over. and over. and over. and over.</div>
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When really I could just say to myself, "Well that was a slip up, but it's fine! I'm strong. I'm capable of not slipping up again tomorrow." But I don't. I feel guilty and frustrated at my lack of perfection, and then just sorry for myself. </div>
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Example B:<br />
For as long as I can remember I have wanted to be a teacher. It is a passion rooted deep within me and I know God made me to do it.<br />
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But hey, did you know? Have you heard? TEACHING IS HARD. Do you know what it feels like to have your career depend on the performance of children? Now I wouldn't trade it for the world but do you know what happens when you put your <i>self worth </i>in the children you teach?<br />
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You feel like a failure. Every day. Because a student won't understand how you taught something, or they will roll their eyes at you when you give instructions, or they will whisper and pass notes while you're talking, or they will forget what they learned yesterday, or they will fail a test that you reviewed every question and you have to just be like….<br />
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<b>BOTTOM LINE - </b>It's time to stop putting self worth into things I can't control and instead into the <i>unchanging, unwavering, rock of the Lord. </i><br />
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<span class="text Ps-139-13" id="en-NIV-16253" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; position: relative; text-align: start;">For you created my inmost being;<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-16253A" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-16253A" title="See cross-reference A">A</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span><br />
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<u>God knit me together</u>. My health doesn't knit me together. My teaching career doesn't knit me together. Nor does anything else I decide to put my self worth into. </div>
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So here I am, declaring a couple of things so that I won't throw my hands up shouting "I'm done" every time I fall short - because I <i>will</i> fall short. I want to be a woman of persistence. </div>
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<b>I'm running a half marathon on April 26th.</b></div>
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Yes. I'm declaring it. I've been wanting to ever since the last one I ran almost 3 years ago, and every time I get slightly off my training plan - I quit. But this time I'm doing it. There will be times I don't get all my training runs in, but I'm doing it. And yes, I'm so out of shape AGAIN, that I'm starting from the rock bottom of 1 mile endurance. </div>
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I do a small self-torture routine every day when I feel like I'm not reaching every single student and changing the world instantly. Oh, also the STARR test pressure really sucks. SO from now on I'm just going to keep teaching my booty off every day and being the most positive light I can. And when student's don't care what I have to say - because the won't - I'm not going to let that discourage me from coming back and doing it all again tomorrow with even more enthusiasm. </div>
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I want to always have goals and work toward them not because they will define me, but because The Lord gave me the strength, health, knowledge, and ability to do so and glorify Him through the process.<br />
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eea08ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15824874033575483827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138608550649740054.post-51360999055954942002014-12-29T18:10:00.002-08:002014-12-29T18:14:13.664-08:00Adios 2014Whew. I can't believe another year has come and gone. Last year at this time I was reflecting back on a year that changed my whole life, 2013. I got engaged, married, graduated college. The world was at my finger tips when 2014 started and I was ready for anything!<br />
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Well the world came, and it hit hard. Can I just be honest? I'm actually really glad 2014 is over with.<br />
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It was a hard year. Don't get me wrong - I am blessed beyond measure. Amazing things happened this year.<br />
Judson graduated from ACU<br />
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Multiple dear friends of ours got married, we got hired and started our first real life jobs, we accomplished goals, moved to a new town, stepped completely out of our comfort zone together</div>
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Went on amazing trips, our nephew Jett was born, we got our new puppy Scout, our marriage has grown to new levels, we both turned 24 years old, we celebrated our one year anniversary<br />
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But between those good moments has been some <i>really hard stuff.</i><br />
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Hard things happening in our careers.<br />
<i>disappointment, discouragement, discontentment, learning things the hard way</i><br />
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Hard things happening in our families.<br />
<i>worry, health issues, broken hearts, distance</i><br />
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Hard things happening with our faith.<br />
<i>wandering, searching, needing</i><br />
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Hard things happening in our marriage.<br />
<i>adjustments, disagreements, miscommunications </i><br />
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Hard things happening within me personally.<br />
<i>confusion, failures, lack of motivation, fear</i><br />
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Judson and I are worn down.<br />
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We're tired, stressed, and overwhelmed. We need to be refreshed.<br />
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Well, THAT WAS NEGATIVE, wasn't it!? But it's the truth, guys. And that's okay. Some years aren't years that you want to relive over and over again. Some years are years that merely needed to happen in order to make the next one <u>even better.</u> Hard things have to happen in order for us to truly appreciate the good stuff.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">"Instead of yearning for a problem-free life, rejoice that trouble can highlight your awareness of My Presence. In the darkness of adversity, you are able to see more clearly the radiance of My Face. Accept the value of problems in this life, considering them pure joy." - Jesus Calling</span><br />
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I have faith that God will restore our hearts, minds, and enthusiasm as we start 2015. So let's list off some resolutions, shall we?<br />
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1. I want to be more consistent in my relationship with God. I also desperately want to find a Christian community that we can grow in. We were spoiled rotten at ACU and we <i>need</i> a community. Also, I want to be more verbal about glorifying God with the things He blesses me with.<br />
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2. As always, be healthier. I have said that every year I've ever made a resolution so I'll think of something more specific about it…. Hmmm.. Okay, I got it. Cook more dinners that have multiple food groups in them. Okay, okay, cook at least 3 dinners a week that have at least 3 different food groups in them. THERE.<br />
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3. Be more positive. Stop dwelling on things that go wrong, and just shake it off. shake it off.<br />
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4. Stop gossiping. I think I've blurred the line between gossiping and healthy venting. I need to STOP gossiping.<br />
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5. Believe in myself. I quit almost everything I start in fear that I will fail at it somehow. I have to start following through and believe that I CAN.<br />
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5:50 - Time to WAKE UP!</div>
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5:55 - Let my children... I mean, DOGS, out to go potty and then feed them</div>
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6:00 - That was a lot of stuff, so I bring Judson his coffee and we both sit in bed and drink it while we watch the news. I only watch the news to know what the weather will be like because I hate everything else they have to say. And yes, I do have festive pajama pants for every holiday. NO, you aren't allowed to judge me.</div>
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6:20 - We decide we better start getting ready for the day and get up out of bed</div>
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6:45 - We have our morning devotional together</div>
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7:10 - I'm ready to go to work!</div>
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Every day I take some sort of fruit, today it's a Bolthouse smoothie, and a granola bar. I also take with me MORE COFFEE and water in a glass bottle with lemon and peppermint essential oil in it. </div>
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7:15 - I live approximately 30 seconds from school so after I gather all my stuff and lock the dogs up, I am almost instantly there! </div>
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Then we have a staff meeting at 7:30 every Monday</div>
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8:00 - I make sure what we are doing today is written on the board for the kids. I teach three different classes of kids for a total of 50 kids in a day. With each group I teach a period of math and a period of technology. </div>
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8:25 - Working, working, working</div>
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10:00 - 3rd period is my 45 minute conference so I always walk down the hall and sneak a peek at Coach Foster teaching :) After I obnoxiously make him hug me in front of his students and completely interrupt his lesson, I had to run to the post office and the grocery store. </div>
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11:00 - 12:30 I have my second group of kids teaching a math period then a technology period exactly like I did it this morning. </div>
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12:30 - LUNCH TIME! We always go home to eat lunch because we have 45 minutes and we live 30 seconds away</div>
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We LOVE Young Living Essential Oils and always take a shot of Ningxia Red before we head back to school for an afternoon pick-me-up.</div>
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1:15 - 2:00 - I have another 45 minute conference period OR I have to go teach P.E. somedays. Usually 2 days a week I am teaching P.E. during this time. Today, I graded papers. </div>
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2:10 - 3:45 - My last group of kids for the day teaching a math period then a technology period<br />
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3:45 - SCHOOL'S OUT! and I have a date with the copy machine for tomorrow's things<br />
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4:30 - Bell Ringers are on desks for tomorrow morning, I have a small, but necessary for sanity, venting session with my teacher friends, and then I'm ready to go home!</div>
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4:35 - I have exactly two priorities when I get home from work. 1. Let my dogs go outside. 2. Get my work clothes off and comfy clothes on IMMEDIATELY.<br />
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4:45 - 6:00 REST. Watch Modern Family. Pretend there aren't chores to be done. I used to go running during this time period… I'll get back into it…<br />
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6:00 - No longer able to deny the chores so I vacuum some rooms and do all our dishes by hand. We don't have a dishwasher. I live in a 1930's cottage. Seriously.<br />
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6:30 - Start cooking dinner<br />
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7:00 - JUDSON'S HOME FROM FOOTBALL PRACTICE!<br />
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We all REALLY miss him when he's gone<br />
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7:30 - The cowboys AND colt are playing so on this couch we will sit for the remainder of the night<br />
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I will go take a shower in about an hour and be in bed by 9:15.<br />
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eea08ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15824874033575483827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138608550649740054.post-42935222053603090022014-10-06T18:32:00.001-07:002014-10-06T18:32:07.534-07:00Oh, responsibility? No thanks. Let me give you some visual representations of what "ohmygoshimsobusyidontevenknowwhoiamanymore" looks like:<br />
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This was my desk when I was setting up my classroom. So neat. So organized. Such an empty calendar.<br />
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Here is my desk now and this my desk now and it's not even a realistic picture because my laptop is sitting in my chair and I barely showed the amount of clutter that is ungraded papers, workbooks, lunch counts, saltine crackers (aka breakfast), dirty coffee cups, inclusion papers I need to sign, expo markers, sweet notes from my students… need I go on?<br />
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Here is what my sunroom looked like this summer. So clean. So vacuumed. My favorite place to drink coffee in the mornings for as long as I wanted to.<br />
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Here is what my sunroom looks like now. It is the result of, "Crap, we need to do laundry because we need this shirt to wear tomorrow." and "All these other clothes are stupid and I'm tired so I'm not going to put them away." to "Where are my brown work pants? Oh, here they are with all these other piles of clothes that aren't where they go." *grabs pants that are needed and has no intention of putting the rest away* And there are my 16 days early birthday presents and I can't explain the rest because I'm tired just looking at it. </div>
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Here is what our new puppy Scout looked like before school started. So tiny. Can't even hold his ears up himself. So shy.<br />
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Here is what Scout looks like now. Still tiny but double the size he used to be. So hyper. So vocal. Those ears hear everything.<br />
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HOW IS THAT THE SAME DOG!?<br />
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Here's the deal about my dogs, y'all. I know I'm not a mom. I <i>know </i>that. But I'm also not NOT a mom. I get woken up in the middle of the night from crying barks if they are hungry or need to pee. I've cleaned up more poop and urine from our floors than anyone ever should, honestly I WISH I could expect it to be in a diaper attached to there butts instead of a sleepy walk to the bathroom in the night and… squish.. "SCOOOOUUTTT!! NO POOPING IN THE HOUSE!!!!!!" My nice things are chewed up. My house isn't as clean as it <i>could</i> be (not sure if the dogs are at fault here).<br />
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Sure, unlike a human baby I can just put them outside for a couple of hours and not have CPS called on me. And I love them. I DO. I love them so much, but guys… I'm not NOT a mom.<br />
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Getting this new puppy right in the thick of us starting a career probably not the smartest thing we've ever done. But here we are - a new "baby", a new career, and EXHAUSTED.<br />
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I <b>love</b> my job. I <b>love</b> my 51 kids. My goodness, it is not easy though. I work hours before and past "work time" and then in my head for hours when I should be sleeping. Sometimes when my alarm rings in the morning or when I work all day and still have so much work to do I'm like<br />
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My drawn out point being - it's really easy to be selfish when you're so worn out.<br />
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When I first read that I thought to myself, "Ah, crap. I do that."<br />
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Most of us are so guilty of wishing and waiting for things to be easier. We keep waiting and waiting and then all the sudden our life has passed us by. I can't <i>believe</i> that I used to think life was hard when I was 20 years old and in college. I can't <i>believe </i>that I used to think student teaching was so hard. I know someday when I am really a mom to a human baby I will kick myself for thinking having a PUPPY was hard.<br />
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Bottom line - I don't want to wait anymore for my life to turn into whatever image I have in my head that it will be. The truth is I have a BILLION things I love about my life. It's okay that it isn't always comfortable or easy.<br />
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My antidote for the selfish pity party problems I have, is to try and do things that are completely <u>selfless.</u><br />
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Whenever I feel the human impulse of "wahhhhh poor me!!" I want fill it with, "what could I do to help people around me?"<br />
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Today I gave my co-workers some encouraging goodie bags to start off our second 6 weeks, and guess what!? I'M the one who had an amazing day. This week I had the privilege of organizing a fund raiser for nephew Hayes, and it rewarded ME so much more than I ever thought it would to be able to see God's people rally together and support a family in need.<br />
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Life is hard. It JUST is. It looks different to all of us, but we all feel it. <i>The grind. The responsibilities. The pressures. The burden of it ALL. </i>You're not in it alone. Call me, we can vent about it all.<br />
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eea08ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15824874033575483827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138608550649740054.post-31626760267676840512014-08-16T21:00:00.001-07:002014-08-16T21:02:13.989-07:00Calling All WomenHere's the deal, ladies, we have a <b>problem</b>. No matter if you look like this:<br />
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or like this:<br />
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We all pick ourselves apart.<br />
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Some are loud about their insecurities, making them into a joke. Hurry, say something funny about how much weight you've gained before they notice on their own! Comment on your hair roots with wit so they KNOW you are aware you have them!<br />
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Some are quiet about them. Only tearing themselves apart in private when they are getting ready in front of the mirror. Wishing, hoping, fantasizing about looking <i>better. </i>Whatever they imagine better being.<br />
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Gah, my life would be so much better if I could just change ________ about myself!! Do you realize how much money and time we spend on things to try and make us look "better"? Secrets and tricks of the trade to enhance our appearance. What is our end goal? When will we feel satisfied, dare I say even HAPPY, with how we look? And if/when we get there, how long will it last?<br />
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Even more devastating than our appearances, we even pick ourselves apart from the <i>outside to the inside.</i> Heart issues. Why aren't I in _____ place in my life yet? What's wrong with me? Am I doing things wrong?<br />
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<i>I know I am not alone in this nagging sense of failing to measure up, a feeling of not being good enough <b>as a woman</b>. Every woman I've ever met feels it - something deeper than just the sense of failing at what she does. An underlying, gut feeling of failing of failing at who she is. <b>I am not enough</b> and <b>I am too much</b> at the same time. Not pretty enough, not thin enough, not kind enough, not gracious enough, not disciplined enough. But too emotional, too needy, too sensitive, too strong, too opinionated, too messy. The result is <b>shame</b>, the universal companion of women. It haunts us, nipping at our heals, feeing on our deepest fear that we will end up abandoned and alone. </i><br />
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<i>After all, if we were better women - whatever that means - life wouldn't be so hard. Right? </i><br />
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<i>We feel unseen… unsought… uncertain… Aware of our deep failings, we pour contempt on our own hearts for <b>wanting more</b>. </i><br />
(Captivating by John and Stasi Eldredge)<br />
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What a dangerous game <i>wanting more</i> is. It's a like poison in our brains that manifests itself.<br />
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Good news!! Being thankful is the antidote.<br />
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Here's the other problem we women have, <u>we all have an unspoken competition with each other</u>.<br />
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We judge, OH WE JUDGE, to no end. Even to other women that WE LOVE.<br />
Not only do we judge them for whatever <i>we think up </i>to be their faults, we also put them down for it.<br />
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And if judging them silently wasn't enough, we also do it <i>out loud. </i>GOSSIP!<br />
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You know why we all love the movie Mean Girls so much!? BECAUSE WE ARE ALL MEAN GIRLS. It is the story of all of our lives in some round about way. Some more subtle, some more intense.<br />
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You know why we do this to each other, right? We do it in efforts to lift ourselves up a little bit.<br />
<i>Ugh, I've been so unproductive today, but she looks horrible in this picture so that makes me feel a little better. </i><br />
<i>I haven't accomplished any of my goals yet, but this girl looks like her life is falling apart so at least I'm not THAT bad. </i>You know the drill, insert whatever circumstance that goes on in your head.<br />
For example, today I saw a woman who was a <u>complete stranger</u> and she was GORGEOUS. I mean her outfit was spot on for her perfect body type and I immediately thought in my head <i>Oh my gosh, she is so pretty, I hate her. </i><br />
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Ladies, can we all just give each other A BREAK. We are <b>all</b> on the same team here.<br />
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Psalm 139:14 says "I praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made"<br />
Do we really speak this over ourselves? Do we speak this Truth over other women, who are also fearfully and wonderfully made by our Creator?<br />
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I want to encourage us all to start praying for God to change our hearts to being positive, uplifting women to ourselves and others. Come on! Let's do it!<br />
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eea08ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15824874033575483827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138608550649740054.post-74160495310455711342014-08-07T18:56:00.001-07:002014-08-07T19:00:56.995-07:00365 days of marriageHow can it be a year of being husband and wife already?! And in the same way, how can it ONLY be one year that we've been married. Funny how life makes you think that way. Well you're in for a real treat this blog post because it will mostly be <b>Judson's words</b> from a letter he gave me on our anniversary.<br />
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I will say, that there is no doubt my love for Judson after this year is stronger and deeper than I even knew it could be on our wedding day. He is my absolute best friend. We have our ups and we have our downs, but he is my constant. He is something I KNOW I can count on every. single. day.<br />
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In all honesty, being married for 365 days doesn't feel too much different than being married for 300 days, 200 days, or even 100 days. It has always felt <b>right. </b>Our lives have changed A LOT in our first year of marriage. We both graduated college, got our first real jobs, moved to a new town unknown to both of us, learned how to be an adult. Even with all that change, Judson and Elizabeth are <u style="font-weight: bold;">still</u> Judson and Elizabeth to each other. Does that make any sense? Maybe you just have to live it to know it.<br />
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Anyway, before I go any further here is Judson's letter to me on our anniversary:<br />
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<i>My sweet wife, </i><br />
<i>This has been the absolute greatest year of my life! I know I don't always show it and I may take you for granted a lot of the time, but I really do need you. This life that we have started creating goes all the way back to those first walks we had. I was filthy in sin and lost in every which way and YOU were the one to give me your hand and help me out of that mess. I will never forget that in all the years that we live! You are spiritually the strongest person I have met. You continue to push me in my faith without even knowing it. I owe you the world and I intend to make that up to you throughout my life. You are still the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Our babies are going to be so adorable! But they will be that way because you're the most caring and loving woman I have ever met. You will always be the greatest thing to ever happen to me and our children will know it. They will get all of their good qualities from you except their humor, that's from me! haha just kidding. </i><br />
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<i>Seriously there is no one I would rather spend my life with than you and I appreciate you for all of my crap that you have put up with. Im sorry for being so stubborn, difficult, and grumpy because I could NOT do this thing called life without you. </i><br />
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<i>I love you so so much and cannot wait to start the first year of our official adult life with you. I know the move was hard, but trust me I'll always take care of you. Because I need you more than you need me. You are my angel sent from God above and I love you so much.</i><br />
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So, yeah I was bawling my eyes out while I read it. He's really great.<br />
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Now before you think, "This girl is a freak, why is she sharing this personal detail about her life with the world?"<br />
I'm sharing it with you because just like you read in there <b>we aren't perfect. our marriage is not perfect. </b>The world needs to know that when God made marriage, He didn't intend for us to do it <b>perfectly.</b><br />
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Our love and life is OUR fairytale and 80% of the time it feels like a fairytale, but 20% of the time it is HARD WORK. Love is a feeling but it is also a choice. I have ALL THE GOOD FEELS for Judson and I know vice versa. But sometimes we feel pissed, annoyed, fussy, or whatever instead of ALL THE GOOD FEELS and that's when love becomes a choice. We choose to love each other through all the crap life brings, including each other's crappy sides.<br />
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This is what is true in our love no matter the feels or the choice, there is <u style="font-weight: bold;">no fear.</u> I have no doubts that he will ever try to quit this or me. He never has tried since day 1 of us crushing on each other. When we stood in front of all of our family and friends and vowed to love each other until death due us part, there wasn't an insert of UNLESS we start to drive each other insane, life changes too much, we drift too far apart, things become too hard, we disagree on too many things, to many mistakes have been made, etc. There is NO UNLESS to us. And after all, isn't that how the Lord intended earthly love to be? An extension of His love for us. Unconditional.<br />
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Brittany Spears couldn't have said it any better than by, "oops I did it again".<br />
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I posted about a month ago about a stray kitten we found under our porch. She was really sick and after multiple vet visits, her little body just couldn't fight any longer. When she died we were really, REALLY, almost irrationally, sad. She was the sweetest little thing and we just fell in love.<br />
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After she passed away we decided that we are NEVER taking in stray pets again. It just breaks your heart! Only healthy, taken care of pets from now on.<br />
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Ever since then we have been searching for a new kitten at animal shelters. We hadn't had any luck. No kitten seemed like the right one.<br />
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On Wednesday this week I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the carpet in our sunroom where Rylee had an accident from drinking too much river water and who knows what else while we were at the family reunion. All the sudden I hear our garage door open which means JUDSON IS HOME. It was way too early for him to be done with football camp, hmmm.. He opens the door and says, "Baaaaaabe, I found something."<br />
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I walk to the door and see him holding A PUPPY IN A BOX. This puppy was running all over the football field during their camp so Judson went and grabbed him and asked the houses around the field if it was their dog. No one claimed him so he brought him home! We started calling him Scout because he was clearly scouting the San Saba Armadillo Football Team.<br />
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He had no collar and was covered in fleas. I washed him up and fed him, and we talked about taking him to the shelter because NO STRAY PETS FOR US ANYMORE. REMEMBER?!<br />
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And then we.. uh.. started really liking him.<br />
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And by liking him I mean LOVING him.<br />
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He's currently sleeping on my arm while I type this. To prove it, here's a webcam picture.<br />
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My whole life I've grown up going to Copperas Creek in Junction during the summer for family reunions. This summer was especially special because I got to bring my husband with me! He got to see the place I have so many childhood memories and that's always special. Plus, it's just nice to go deep into the woods with no cell phone service and be with family.<br />
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By far my favorite memory of the weekend was Judson giving the sermon at our little church service on Sunday. I had no idea what he had prepared so it was all a surprise to me. It was the most genuine message and I had tears in my eyes the whole time.<br />
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<br />eea08ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15824874033575483827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138608550649740054.post-32820603401365519632014-07-25T13:27:00.000-07:002014-07-25T13:27:30.367-07:00serendipity and a teacher's hopeDo you ever feel like God is telling you, "You are exactly where you are supposed to be."?<br />
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Well, I do and over this past year He has practically been yelling it at me.<br />
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I'm a little stubborn and maybe a tiny bit of a control freak. I like to feel like I control situations in my life. Guess what, I DON'T. I never have and I never will. The Lord took control of me and my life a long time ago, THANK GOODNESS, because I shutter to think where I would be today if He hadn't.<br />
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Sometimes God does things to continue to remind me that He has my back. He's good like that.<br />
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Let me preface what I'm talking about by telling you that since I knew my numbers and letters, the number 3 has been my favorite number because it is an E backwards. Pretty simple. I chose "3" my whole childhood in things, and as I got older I loved it because it is also a symbol for the Holy Trinity (Father, Son, and Holy Ghost). 3 was my number in sports and if I was lucky I even got to pick 33. I love the number 3!! Okay?!<br />
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Then this boy Judson came along, you may have heard me talk about him before. After 3 months of dating we told each other we love each other. At 9 months of dating (3x3=9, yeah I'm a math teacher) he proposed to me with a ring that has 3 diamonds on top. I see You, God, telling me I'm where I need to be.<br />
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The only date in the whole entire summer that we would be able to get married was August 3rd, 2013. August THIRD. two thousand THIRTEEN. So many people thought we were rushing it, but God knew. He set it up in a way that assured me. Good one, God!<br />
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And it was perfection.<br />
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When it came to the stress of job searching and TOWN searching, it was really hard for me to not have control over the situation. Our number one priority was Judson getting a job and then I would find whatever I could. Well San Saba asked for both of us and offered Judson his dream teaching and coaching job. They told me I would be teaching 5th grade math. 5th grade is at the MIDDLE SCHOOL. Not even elementary school anymore! That really made me uneasy.<br />
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I have always seen myself teaching little ones. I'm good at teaching little ones. I'm comfortable with teaching little ones. These are BIG ones! Same height as me ones. Pre-pubesent ones. Will they like me? Will they respect me? Doubt. Doubt. Doubt. Unsure. Unsure Unsure.<br />
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Is this where I'm supposed to be? Am I doing what I am supposed to be doing?<br />
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The principal gave me a tour of the school and brought me to my classroom. Classroom number 3.<br />
MIND BLOWN.<br />
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I literally giggled out loud and said, "Classroom number 3, huh?" My principal said, "Yup, this is your classroom. Classroom number 3."<br />
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I said, "That's perfect. It's my favorite number." as I beamed inside knowing God was once again telling me that He pre-designed this all for me.<br />
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So there's another story of God's faithfulness. I couldn't get it all out of my head today as I was decorating my room.<br />
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As I scooted desks around, organized books, and studied my kids previous STARR results, I had butterflies in my stomach. There's so many things I'm nervous about as a first year teacher, but there's so many MORE things I'm EXCITED about.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I’m excited to know their personalities. I'm excited to hear their discussions. I’m excited to see all the good that I know is </span>lying<span style="font-family: inherit;"> within them. But, the thing that I am most excited about is getting to tell them:</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You are so loved. </span>You are valuable. <span style="font-family: inherit;">You can make a difference in this world.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">I want </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">those messages to radiate through them every day, every week, every month. I hope that all my words and all my actions represent those things to them. My <i>hope</i> is that someday those messages will stick, that they will bury so deeply in their hearts that they will KNOW them to be true.</span><br />
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I will leave you with this picture of Judson at his new coaches office desk because even though he hasn't said the words exactly like I just said, I KNOW he feels the same way about all of his football boys and his students. Sharing the same passion is <u>really</u> awesome. And, look how cute he is!<br />
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She was glowing and it was such a beautiful night! I don't live remotely near any of my friends anymore so it is so sweet/special/FUN when we are all reunited!<br />
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At the reception the wedding party and their dates were seated at the head table. At each table there were cards and envelopes to write marriage advice for them to read on their anniversaries. The one at our table was for them to read at their ONE year anniversary, and since in a matter of days I will be celebrating my one year anniversary (WHAT?!?!?) I thought man, I HAVE SO MUCH KNOWLEDGE TO BESTOW.<br />
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Also, can I just say, this guy is my favorite dance partner everrrrrrrrrr.<br />
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So Judson and I were sitting there wondering what to put in this card, because SO much happens in your first year of marriage. It is the biggest life change! Then Judson said, "You should just write, 'Hug It Out, Bitch'."<br />
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Now before you think that he is extremely distasteful and crude, this is a mantra we have actually applied to our married life. Anyone who is anyone who knows us, even kind of, KNOWS we are absolutely crazy about each other. I'm sure it is nauseating to some people how mushy gushy lovey we are and I DON'T CARE. It's who we are! But let that not fool you to think that we don't argue and fight. We have argued and disagreed on the most arbitrary things. What kind of toilet paper we should get, daily habits, how long to microwave something, HOW TO FALL ASLEEP (reading vs. tv watching), etc. See what I mean? Going from being your own person to becoming one unit is a HUGE adjustment.<br />
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Judson HATES it when we don't get along. I hate it too, but I tend to hold on to it a little bit longer than he does. Yes, okay, I hold a grudge. BUT I'm working on being better at letting things go. And, depending on the argument sometimes the roles reverse and he is the one that is holding on to it. Needless to say, we had to figure out a way for us to become neutral so that we can either discuss the issue or drop it because it was pointless to argue about anyways. Enter: Hug It Out, Bitch.<br />
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Because EVERYONE needs hugs. Especially, when you are angry or upset. It makes everything better. Sometimes we have to hug it out like 4 or 5 times before we are actually not upset anymore.<br />
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We had to abbreviate it to saying HIOB, because I started getting offended when he would say "bitch" whenever I was already upset. So now we literally say HIOB (HE-OH-BA).<br />
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Sometimes we even have to HIOB from a distance. We had a disagreement while he was at coaching school this past week and he could tell from my not mushy response the next morning that I hadn't let it go yet. Classic case where HIOB has come to the rescue.<br />
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<br />eea08ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15824874033575483827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138608550649740054.post-19139920614344329002014-07-03T21:26:00.000-07:002014-07-03T21:26:13.385-07:00spontaneous trip and adoptionLast Thursday, Judson came home in the morning from football workout and I was just sitting in our sunroom painting. He said, "Pack an overnight bag with a swimsuit and something nice to wear to dinner!" I was all like "Whaaaa!?" Remember my last post where I said I love surprises!? Well, another side note is that I HATE being rushed haha, I know I'm a piece of work. But knowing that will make the fact that Judson said, "There's no rush, just whenever you are ready to leave we will go." SO GREAT.<br />
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We got packed up and headed out! The drive was beeaauutifuuull. He took me to Fredricksburg! The MOST adorable town in Texas. It's only an hour from our home so it was super easy and stress free to go there. He also got us a room at the most adorable hotel!! The Inn on Barons Creek - I highly suggest it! I was just so giddy about the whole situation.<br />
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So beautiful and peaceful! After walking around, we put on our swimming suits and hit the pool for the whole afternoon!<br />
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After getting some good rays, we cleaned up and headed to a DELICIOUS STEAK AND SHRIMP DINNER. YES, IT WAS SO GOOD IT DESERVES ALL CAPS. </div>
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Our tummies were so full we were basically waddling when we left. We headed to Luckenbach, 15 minutes away, for some live music and livestock.</div>
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It was just the best day. We woke up the next morning to FREE breakfast in the lobby and shopped till we dropped downtown. And just in case you were thinking I was really cute while we were shopping in this super cute town in cute stores, here is proof, I wasn't. Also, this is Judson's favorite picture from the trip and his current iPhone background. Boo.</div>
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After 24 hours of fun and excitement we spent the next night just simply watching our sprinkler water the front yard. Laughing nonstop at nothing. No make-up on. Ahhh, small town living. I wouldn't trade it for the world. </div>
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We were just sitting on our back porch the other night enjoying the twinkly lights and bugs getting zapped by the zapper, when we heard a rustling underneath us. </div>
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MEOWWWWWW. OMG. A CAT. UNDER OUR PORCH. </div>
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We got flash lights and started inspecting between the slats of wood. Only to discover it wasn't a cat in the far back corner under our porch, but a KITTEN. Little tiny baby kitten. We tried to lure her out with lunch meat and baby talk - no luck. So we took it to the next level and got a big skinny stick and started trying to poke/scare her out. It was kind of working but this little thing could barely even walk. Long story short, after an hour and a half of crawling around with sticks, flashlights, and towels - WE CAUGHT HER. She didn't even try to fight us. We brought her into our sunroom to discover that she is super sick. Skin and bones. No strength.</div>
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She can barely hold her head up or stand at all. We put her in a box and tried to feed her some milk with a dropper, but honestly we weren't even sure she was going to survive through the night. </div>
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SHE DID! So we took her to the vet to get her checked out. We found out she weighs 1.5 pounds and is in survival mode. He shot her full of fluids and vitamins and even sent some shots home with us to continue to give her. We are still keeping our fingers crossed that she will make it! She's SO sweet. And I mean, why get a healthy kitten that you can play with when you could have a kitten with medical bills, that needs injections, has diarrhea, use latex gloves around her, and force food in her throat with a dropper!? Ha. Our life sometimes. But we really have just fallen in love with her. Anytime I can't find Judson in the house, he's back in the sunroom just watching her. Rylee is still unsure of kitty sister. </div>
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We haven't named her yet in an attempt to not get too attached. Here's to little kitty friend!</div>
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The reason we haven't been home is because Judson had to go to bus driving school (hehe the thought still makes me giggle) and a coaches clinic, both out of town. So I decided instead of staying home alone and taking care of business I would escape from reality and go visit my parents in Graham. As soon as I sneakily got into town I surprised my mom at her evening yoga class she teaches. It was awesome! I love big, dramatic gestures and surprises. And presents. I know there's a herd of sweet, shy girls out there that would say "I hate surprises and having all the attention on me" And bless you, girls, because that means more for me! Ha! Totally kidding.. Kind of.. Not really.. Just shower me with gifts and attention and surprises okay?! K bye. </div>
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Going to Graham usually ALWAYS means spending time with my nephews Knox and Hayes, which I ALWAYS welcome.</div>
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Then, we went to Ft. Worth to finally meet our new baby nephew Jett! And I celebrated my 4 year long college roommate's bachelorette party. Both fun things!! </div>
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And then for the past couple of days I've been really sick with really random symptoms. I was perfectly fine, spent a lot of time in the heat doing yard work and not really eating or drinking water, then my throat started to hurt. I came in, ate some dinner, and took a late afternoon nap. I would love to say a late afternoon nap is a sign I was coming down with something but no. My body wants to take a late afternoon nap everyday. Dusk approaching? My eyelids get heavy. I don't know why. I've always been this way. I also always want dinner around 4:45-5:30. Any later than that and I start to act out from hunger. BUT, I digress. After my nap I woke up, put a load of laundry into the dryer, started blacking out, stumbled to the bathroom and threw up. I've been weak, had fever, and a sore throat ever since. I don't know. I just don't know. But I think it's starting to pass. </div>
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Judson took this video to show his sister and brother-in-law our new home when we went to visit them. The commentary is so adorable. I had no idea he was doing this (notice at the beginning, I'm just putting laundry away and ask him if he wants to see my new clothes) or I would have said "NO. Wait till I make our house look beautiful and clean!" But it's not. So whatever. I still love it because when he does things like this I get a glimpse of how cute of a dad he will be someday, YEARS away, as he makes home videos of our life like my parents did. </div>
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We did it! We moved! </div>
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It was a crazy, hectic, and EXHAUSTING experience. My body is still hurting from it all. We could NOT have done it without the help from our families. Judson's mom and dad helped us pack everything up from the old house and my mom and Gram helped us unpack everything at our new house. They also helped me clean and paint the new house.</div>
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My mom is AWESOME. She set up our whole kitchen.</div>
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It was very fun. Jamming out, painting, decorating, unpacking, and getting all settled.</div>
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It was all fun and games for the first couple of days then took a drastic turn to delirium from paint fumes and hatred for it all. </div>
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Luckily, I have a husband who knew I needed fresh air so to break up the monotony we went on a walk at the San Saba River Nature Trails the other day and it was BEAUTIFUL. And it's less than a mile from my house… NEW RUNNING PATHS. I can't believe I live in a place this gorgeous.</div>
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Now, the last couple of months in Abilene were tense and stressful with finishing the school year, finding new jobs, new house, and packing. Before we went to Vegas, we hadn't been on a really good date in a while. We were just tired and blah. So tonight, Judson decided to take me on a date that was wonderful enough to make up for lost time. AND BOY, WAS IT! </div>
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He started by driving me out to a place in San Saba called The Wedding Oak. It is a huge oak tree over 200 years old that the Indians and Settlers used to get married under. See the heart!?</div>
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When we got there he pulled flowers out of the backseat of his truck to give to me. SWOON! I really like him. </div>
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Then we ate a delicious dinner at a restaurant here that I can't remember the name of but it was really good! And they had live country music playing. Yeehaw!</div>
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With full tummies he took me to this BREATHTAKING piece of land and drove me all over it on a four wheeler. We saw baby deer, streams, rivers, giant trees, and puffy flowers.</div>
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He took me to a place called Chapel Hill that overlooks the whole beauty that is our town. And after, to the little mini river walk we have. </div>
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Lastly, to our home, to our twinkly back porch to dance with me. So dreamy his is and this night was.</div>
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Not only that, but it is our second to last night in Abilene. The place I've called home for the past 5 years.<br />
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It's a weird, yet exciting feeling. So for your reading pleasure I've decided to make a list of what I will most about Abilene and our first home, and what I will miss the least. Ready, set, GO!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What I will miss MOST about Abilene:</span><br />
- Natural Grocers. I can't even.. I don't know what I'll do without it at my fingertips. WAAAHHH!<br />
- Speaking of food, all my favorite places. Including, but not limited to, Rosas, Chick-fil-a, Papa Murphys, Abuelos, Little Caesars Hot and Ready, Wholey Cow…<br />
- Beltway Park. I LOVE our church. I feel closer to God every single time I go.<br />
- The convenience of being able to go buy new jeans or shoes or a dress if you need one<br />
- Target<br />
- The Lundsford trail around ACU. Only wonderful memories there, including getting proposed to<br />
- All my running routes I've finally mastered<br />
- The fact that this place is so familiar to me<br />
- The distance it is from my parents. Even though I'm only adding an hour to that distance, I JUST DON'T LIKE BEING FAR.<br />
- The sunsets<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">What I will miss the LEAST about Abilene:</span><br />
- The wind<br />
- The dust<br />
- The trash EVERYWHERE on the sides of roads<br />
- The allergies I have here<br />
- The rude drivers on the intersection of Buffalo Gap and Industrial<br />
- The construction that is happening everywhere<br />
- The lack of water<br />
- The lack of green, lush land<br />
- How spread out everything is<br />
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Now here comes the real hard part…..</div>
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- ALL the sweet memories of our first year of marriage here</div>
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- Learning how to cook in that unbelievably small kitchen, and also dancing almost every night in there with my husband </div>
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- The fact I can vacuum our whole house using only one outlet, and that it takes a total of 10 min to make our house clean</div>
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- Our DISHWASHER. Our new house doesn't have one. I know, I'm kind of devastated. </div>
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- The shower head in our shower</div>
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- The porch Judson BUILT me</div>
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- The tree Judson gave me a year ago and planted for me in our backyard</div>
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- The purple wildflowers that grow all over our backyard (see also, the things I won't miss about this house is how un-yard-like our yard is.)</div>
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- Just the comfortableness I feel in this house. I know I will feel this way eventually in the new house, but I'll miss the jive and routine that we know and function so well at here. </div>
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- THAT WE DON'T FIT IN HERE ANYMORE. It's so small. Y'all… It's so small. I have to get ready every morning at our kitchen table with a vanity mirror because our tiny one bathroom can't fit the both of us. </div>
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- The plumbing. Just everything about it and all the history we have with it. </div>
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- How intensely the sun sets on the back of our house because there are barely any trees in this neighborhood, it heats up our house to about 5 degrees every evening and it's blinding if you walk out there. </div>
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- The carpet. It holds in everything I'm allergic to including every strand of Rylee hair that falls. It doesn't matter how much I vacuum or how many air purifiers I have (our new house is all hardwood floors. EEEK!)</div>
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- Only having ONE bathroom. Living with a boy is just too hard in one bathroom. All married ladies said - AMEN.</div>
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- The stickers everywhere in our yards that end up in my house, in my carpet, and then in my foot</div>
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- The amount of bird poop that is on my car every single day from parking under our tree</div>
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- The garage and backyard door open into each other, this means that to enter the backyard you have to open the door into the garage, step in the garage and then CLOSE that door for the backyard door to open. It doesn't make any sense and it is incredibly frustrating. </div>
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- The amount of salesmen that come knockin' on our door. No one likes a solicitor! </div>
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- Lastly, the dust. Abilene just makes everything so dusty. My house is always so dusty. </div>
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All in all, I will definitely miss this place that has been my home. I am also extremely excited for this new adventure! </div>
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We flew out of Midland and it was incredibly easy. So easy that I may never go to DFW airport again! We left Texas at 3:30 pm and arrived in Vegas at 3:30 pm! The time change was like magic! But since it was actually 5:30 in Texas, we were STARVING. We quickly changed clothes, refreshed our deodorant, and hit the town!<br />
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We stayed at the Paris while we were there, and it was right in the middle of everything!<br />
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After we ate we went and tried our luck at the slot machines! It was so strangely addicting. We put in $5 and won up to $90! If only we had stopped….. buuuuuut we didn't so, we walked out with $5.<br />
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The next morning we ordered room service for breakfast. HEAVEN. Spent the day at the pool and went to see a show! It was Cirque De Soliel Mystere. It was so weird and awesome all at once. Then we walked all up and down the strip!<br />
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The next day was basically the same thing except this time we went to a breakfast buffet. Judson came back to the table with one plate filled with a reasonable amount of breakfast items and I came back with TWO plates with MOUNDS of food on both. Whatever. IT'S VACATION, PEOPLE. Before we hit the pool again, I got a massage. Once again, HEAVEN. We went out on the town again and ate at an amazing seafood restaurant in Caesar's Palace. The amount of movie quotes from The Hangover that were running through my head was ridiculous. Especially THIS:<br />
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And we watched The Lorax on the plane ride home, because adulthood is overrated and we love being children!</div>
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The only CON to this whole ordeal is that we miss Rylee so much!! She is staying with my parents and we get her back till Saturday! Thank goodness for Snap Chat.</div>
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It was a wonderful trip! We are refreshed and happy and ready to make the big move to San Saba!</div>
<br />eea08ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15824874033575483827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3138608550649740054.post-73036842291467969362014-05-28T08:18:00.001-07:002014-05-28T08:24:00.195-07:00San Saba, Texas - GO ARMADILLOS!Well folks, it's real life now. We are moving to San Saba, Texas! Pecan Capital of the WORLD<br />
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With beautiful pecan orchards all around us</div>
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with UNLIMITED water! Rivers EVERYWHERE! Seriously, It looks like Colorado.<br />
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Who even knew this place existed?!</div>
And their colors are PURPLE (go ACU!) and gold and their mascot is an armadillo! All cool things.<br />
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Now here's the story of how this all came to be and how God is SO crazy faithful.<br />
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We have been job searching since late February/early March. It has been stressful, to say the least. A lot of wondering, a lot of anxiety, a lot of stress. We would fill out applications, for the both of us (usually about 8 pages or more EACH) stuff them in an envelope and pray over them that God would put them in the right hands and lead us where we need to go. The start of April we started to finally get responses to all the applications and resumes we were sending out. Buuuuuuut we are a package deal so it would usually be that Judson would go in for an interview but they didn't have a job for me or vice versa.<br />
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THEN San Saba contacted Judson about coming in for an interview. As always he told them that his wife is an elementary teacher and would need a job too. They responded with a "Awesome! Both of y'all come in for an interview!" WHAT! After our interviews and the warm welcome we received we left knowing/hoping that would be the place for us.<br />
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Days went by. Judson got called in for another interview with an excellent school that had no openings for me except for an aid position. Things started to look unfortunate again and I was really sad at the thought of yet another year of not having my own classroom.<br />
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Last Tuesday as I was driving to school I began to listen to a worship song (Not For a Moment by Vertical Church Band. LISTEN NOW.) and praying that God would shape my heart to be happy in whatever circumstance He calls me to be in. If it was His will for me to be an aid, then help me keep a positive... *RING RING RING* yes, during this prayer my phone began to ring. Who was it, you ask? SAN SABA. Offering me a full time teaching position for 5th grade math! And the 5th grade is at the middle school. Which is where Judson's teaching position would be for 7th grade (Texas history. Coaching middle school and varsity football, assistant basketball, and the spring sport is still up in the air). WHICH MEANS WE WILL WORK DOWN THE HALL FROM EACH OTHER EVERY SINGLE DAY. MY HUSBAND AND BEST FRIEND. Then, they told me not to give them an answer right now and that they wanted Judson and I to talk about it and PRAY about it, and call them later with an answer. As soon as I hung up the phone I just started crying.<br />
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GOD IS SO <span style="font-size: large;"><b>FAITHFUL</b></span>, Y'ALL. He cares about our happiness.</div>
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We got our sweet little house that was built in the 1930's. It is full of character and horrid wallpaper. We just absolutely love it. </div>
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Even the street name is cute - Storey street.<br />
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So we will start the moving a whole house/painting a new house process. Oh, and a quick intermission for our vacation to Las Vegas starting on Sunday until Wednesday. OH, and we haven't even finished THIS school year yet. COME ON FRIDAY.<br />
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Here goes nuttin'!</div>
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