Another year

This birthday. Thirty five. Jeez...it snuck up on me. This birthday looked like an early morning donut trip with my girl, a later than normal morning with my babies, LOTS of rain, an updated address and pic on my driver's license (I sure as HECK didn't update my weight?!), and an afternoon spent with my phone call receiving...text message sending hubby. I'm not complaining. We spent six hours together. 

Antiquing and shopping. 

Bless. His. Heart. 

Tonight I sat and just talked and ate and drank with some of my most favorite people. You guys. This day couldn't have been better. 

In the midst of today and this week, my brain has been running. How am I going to make the most of this trip around this sun? What is my heart longing for? What part of my soul is being ignored? What about my life am I pleased with?? What do I want to make better? 

I know people make bucket lists...and jeez, I don't know...maybe that's what this is...all I know is, I'm gonna start off my 35th year with these things in my line of sight. 

1. Positive. I want to be positive. I'm about to hyperventilate just speaking that into space because that adds a crapload of responsibility and accountability. I read an article. (Surprised?!) It made me realize what my growling frustration is doing to ME and more importantly to my most precious babies. I'm going to make purposeful changes to be positive. Don't worry, I've set positive alarms on my phone. Sh't's gettin' real.😳

2. Take a vacation with my husband. Bless his heart, these babies sleep in our bed. These babies consume our lives & while we love them more than chips and salsa, our marriage needs some space. Whether it's one night or five, I want to take a vacation with my handsome husband. 

3. Be brave. That sounds so arbitrary but it's time ya'll. This is ridiculous. I'm a chicken in so many areas of my life & because of that, I'm negative (#1 item to change on my list) so it's time. Whether it's a professional step or a personal one, it's time to be brave. It's time to get the heck out of this safe little lane I've been riding in and venture out there and make some waves. 

4. Me. Work on me. Build my character. Develop who the heck it is I was put on this Earth to be. My NY resolution was to be someone my Parker could look up to. That's my life's ambition. I want my babies to be proud I'm their Mama.

This time last year I was on the last stretch of being pregnant with McCoy boy. Since then we put a new roof and a new floor in our house, had McCoy, listed our home, I went back to work, we've sold our house and we've moved into our forever home. I'm exhausted just thinking about it. The past year has been about stuff. About moves and changes. This year...this year is about growth and foundation. Letting my heart and being grow to what God intended and laying a solid foundation for my marriage and my kids. 

Pray for me you guys. Send me positive messages. My being turns sour pretty easy but my heart WANTS to grow. Sarcasm is my lifeline though. What can I say? I walk a narrow line. 

35...I'm about to the downhill slide to that number that starts with an F. 😖

When I think of that word, a few other words that start with F come to mind...& then I'm right back to that reminder to be POSITIVE. 

It's a process. Ya'll pray for me. I'm obviously gonna need it.