Are you speaking life to your husband?

My luck would have it that the night before I start getting up a bit earlier is the worst night ever. Anyone else have that kind of luck? My goal was to be up at six this morning, but my daughter had other intentions. My almost-four-year-old decided that she absolutely would not sleep last night. She also decided that there was no reason for her parents to sleep either. So Will and I were up until 4am with a child who was exhausted and crying because she was exhausted, yet could not or would not sleep.

Guess who DID NOT get up at six? ME.

I did, somehow, manage to read a little bit of the Bible today. And by a little bit, I mean ONE verse. And it made me think about my marriage.

“The tongue can bring death or life; those who love to talk will reap the consequences.”      Proverbs 18:21

If you ever met my husband, you’d understand. He is kind. He is funny. He works so hard to take care of us and he does an amazing job. He strives to be Godly. He doesn’t say things that could hurt people’s feelings. He doesn’t sweat the small stuff. He is the complete opposite of me.

I am a control freak. I tend to do things myself so they get done “the right way.” I don’t like to be told what to do because I feel like that person is saying I’m incapable. I freak out over tiny things like taking the wrong route to our destination. Yes, I know.

One of the MANY reasons I need God’s grace. 

So I read this verse as I wondered, “Am I speaking life or death to my husband?” I immediately knew the answer. Every day I make certain I tell him how much I love him. How much I need him. How super sexy he is. (Yep. I said it.) And that he is a good man.

Then he does something differently than I would, and my emotions take over. Why doesn’t he listen to me? I’ve told him a million times. Doesn’t he care? Didn’t he pay enough attention to me over the past six years to notice how it’s supposed to be done? And here’s the problem with that.

He hasn’t done anything wrong. 

In reading this today, I had to really make a decision. Do I speak life into my husband or do I speak death? Do I encourage him or tear him down. It really is that simple, that black and white.

I choose to be the one who builds him up. I choose to allow God to speak through me. I choose to be to my husband everything he has been to me. 

It’s amazing to me how God can speak to us in two minutes worth of reading the Word. What did you get out of your quiet time today?
Love to my loves,


Challenge: Accepted

I’ve known for a while that I needed to make a couple things priority. First: God. I mean, really. It doesn’t take a brain surgeon to know that I need to spend more time in the Word of God and prayer. As much as I’d like everyone to think I’m just wise in the Word, the honest truth is you can’t be wise without actually spending the time with the Father learning from Him, about Him, and building a relationship with Him. The next thing: getting healthy. I can’t do much for anyone else if I am not happy with myself. And I feel like I have a lot of work to do there. Approximately 30-40 pounds worth of work.


So, it’s no secret that I’m ridiculously busy. I have two little girls, one of whom will be 4 next month, the other is 16 months old. I work full-time from home as a Realtor, my grandmother keeps them four hours a day, two days a week while I’m in the office. We just listed our home for sale, which means that in addition to work and family, the house has to be ready to show at a moment’s notice. (Because no matter how many times you state CLEARLY you need 24 hours notice, people still call and ask to show it in 2 hours.) I’m exhausted most of the time. But, show me a mama who’s not. You mamas have just as much on your plates.

It’s also no secret that I NEED sleep. Seriously, I HAVE to have eight hours of sleep or I literally cannot function. Some can run on almost none, but I really can’t. My body doesn’t work that way. So getting up ridiculously early is not an option, mostly because I won’t do it. Thus, I’ve created a plan. My kids are up every day by 7:30 am at the latest. I figure this: If I wake up at 6am, that gives me time for a 30-minute workout, 30 minutes to read the Bible and pray, and 30 minutes to shower before the munchkins are up. Six AM is early for me, but it’s doable. We usually go to bed at 10pm, so if I’m up at six, that gives me 8 hours. And, because I’m THAT GIRL, on days we don’t have to go anywhere, I can sleep in until 6:30 and wait to shower until the baby naps. Yup, I’m willing to wait on a shower for a little extra sleep. There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for extra sleep.

That is my plan. I need to be immersed in the word of God. I need Him to consume my every thought. I need to be able to lead my girls to Him.

I. Need. Him.

I need a relationship with Him.

I ask you to join me. I’m challenging you to delve into the Bible and spend some time letting God love on you. Tomorrow is Monday. If you don’t see this until then, start Tuesday. It’s just as good as Monday. Just join me in getting in the Word. For the next week, I’ll be writing about what I’m doing and what I’m learning. What God is revealing to me.

I’m going in expecting good things. What are you expecting?

Love to my loves,


To The Woman Whose Husband Cheated

There are times in life when we find out what we are really made of. This is one of them. Maybe you two had been happy. Maybe you’d been at odds your whole marriage. Maybe you have children. Maybe you don’t. Maybe you knew HER. Maybe you didn’t. Maybe you suspected it or maybe you were blindsided.

One thing is certain: you’ve been betrayed by the one person who was never supposed to hurt you.

And it’s ok to cry. It’s okay to take some time and absolutely go crazy. Don’t try to hold it together. Don’t try to keep up appearances. Ask someone to keep the kids (or wait till they’re in bed) , have a friend or mom over and just lose it. Get it out. Scream. Yell. Throw things (not suggested with sleeping babies). Then, get on your knees and PRAY.

Here’s the thing, ladies: you’re mad. You’re hurt. You’re devastated. You’re feeling unworthy, not good enough, not pretty enough. WHY WOULD HE DO THIS TO YOU? And here it is: It is NOT YOUR FAULT. Your husband has a heart condition. Only he can fix that. But right now, let God love on you.

You now decide where to go. If your marriage is over or if you will try to make it work, tell God what you need. He will ALWAYS provide for you.

Are you mad at God? Fine. Tell him that. It’s okay. He understands and he wants to show you how to heal. Tell him everything you’re thinking and feeling. Talk to him like he is your friend BECAUSE HE IS. Let the one who holds your heart HEAL IT.  He loves you. He wants you. He wants to help you forgive, which will now be the hardest ting you’ll ever have to do. But you can do it.

Forgive him because Christ forgives you. Forgive him because Christ forgives him. Forgive him because it is CRUCIAL to YOUR HEALING.
God can take anything the devil means to destroy and make it into something good. You’ll never be the same again, but neither is a caterpillar after he becomes a butterfly.

Just remember that when you are weak, God is strong. When you can’t go on, He will carry you. He will guide you. And His grace will take over for you and lift you up.

And remember this, too. You’re worthy because the Son of God made you so. No one can take away your worth.

Her Mouth Speaks From That Which Fills Her Heart

Here’s the thing: my mouth sometimes runs away from me. I was raised in a VERY big, VERY loud family where sarcasm fills the air and everyone knows best. My husband likes to say we have too many chiefs and not enough Indians. So, when I married a man who is slow to speak and REFUSED to argue, I had no clue what to do. I actually got mad (read: overwhelmingly furious) that he would not argue with me. I have a BIG personality. I have been loud my whole life. It really comes natural.

What I’m trying to learn is not so much to be quieter, but to be more thoughtful before I speak. More often than I would like to admit, I say something and immediately think, “Jesus would NOT have said that!” But I’m trying, and I’m learning. I’m improving. I know I can only do it with the help of God. And I’d be willing to bet I’m not alone in this.

Since I tend to befriend ladies who are older than I and more experienced, I’ve been able to glean some wisdom from them  on this subject.

Here are some suggestions on how to teach ourselves to watch what we say:

1.) Get in the Word. 

We would think this would be obvious, but in the midst of life, husbands, babies, and jobs it is SO HARD sometimes. We have to make this a priority. If setting a time of day works for you, do it. Don’t make it optional. If you have to fit in in whenever you have a second, do it. Keep your bible and notebook ready on the side table in the living room or wherever it will be handy for when you have ten minutes. (Talking to myself here!)

2.) Shut off the TV. 

There is so much trash on TV nowadays. Our children can’t even watch some shows without adult issues being snuck in there. It’s secular infiltration and it’s unavoidable now. We have to know what shows are acceptable and what shows are not helping us in our quest for Christ-like speech. If your favorite characters, who you watch every week, are talking smack, chances are you are, too. When we put trash in, trash spills out in our speech.


3.) Surround yourself with women that have the traits you’d like to learn. 

    I have a serious girl-crush. Yep, you read that right. I have a friend, Heather, who has four kiddos. They’re ALWAYS well-mannered, perfectly dressed, usually matching, and Heather and her husband are adorable. Her babies praise Jesus with passion and they model a Godly, loving family to everyone. Not to mention after 4 kids, she still looks amazing and is ALWAYS uplifting and helpful. Yep, you have a girl-crush now, too, don’t ya? I need to somehow convince her to hang out with me more. Why? Because the things she accomplishes, I want to learn how. I can learn how to better wrangle my tongue, how to better parent. Now, I know she isn’t perfect. I know I don’t see all the behind-the-scenes. I know I can’t envy her. But I also know that surrounding ourselves with women who have the same Godly goals in mind will help us all to become the woman God has called us to be. Encouragement is vital to us, ladies. We need to encourage one another.

*DISCLAIMER: For those who don’t know, a girl-crush is simply one woman admiring or wanting to be more like another. Admiration. That’s it.

4.) Make a conscious effort!

We must hold ourselves accountable. When we say things, we need to consciously ask ourselves “Is that something I should be saying?” If it’s not, then we need to make it right.
5.) Listen to worship music. 

  Worship. Just getting in the mood to love on Jesus can change everything. Try changing your typical music out for worship music for one week. See if it doesn’t make a difference. It just gets inside your spirit and helps build he relationship between you and a God who would do anything for you.
Luke 6:45 adapted says “Her mouth speaks from that which fills her heart.”

Let us fill our heart with things of God, so that we might also speak he words of Godliness.

Love to my loves,


An Open Letter to “Homosexuals”

The past few months and the passing of new laws have brought much debate. Many things have been said by people who are considered “straight” as well as those considered “gay.” On both sides, hatred has been spewed out into the world as if it does not have any impact on anyone. But it does. Please read this letter and know that if you are “gay,” I am talking to you. No matter what you have said, done, thought, or been. This is for you.
*Update: I want to clarify that the reason I have homosexual is quotation marks in the title is because I don’t believe that being “gay” defines anyone, just as being “straight” doesn’t define me. There is so much more to each of us than sexual orientation. Love y’all!

Dear {insert name here},

I am a Christian. I am a bible-thumping, worship-singing, Jesus-loving Christian. And I don’t hate you. I don’t even know you. I don’t know where you grew up, what your childhood was like, if you have ever been to church. I don’t know if your parents have rejected you because of the lifestyle you lead or if they’ve been your biggest fans. I don’t know if you live in the city or the country, the north or the south, or if you are living your dream of traveling the world. The only thing I know about you beyond a shadow of a doubt is this: I love you.

You may wonder how I can love you if I don’t know you, so let me explain. When the world began, two creatures were created to rule the earth: man and woman, named Adam and Eve. They were deceived by Satan and sin entered the world. For thousands of years, sin ravaged the Earth, yet God still loved his creation. When Moses received the ten commandments, it was given to us, not out of legalism, but out of love. These commandments were God’s way of protecting his beloved until which time he could redeem them from their sin. The sacrifices made to cover the sin once a year could not compare with what he had planned.

Years later, unto us a child was born. A virgin birth, as prophesied. 100 percent man, but 100 percent God. Jesus. His life was miraculous. His life was glorious. But it could not compare with his death. Tortured and nailed to a cross, this man, the Son of God, shed his blood, his HOLY blood, giving himself up as a sacrifice IN PLACE of the animal sacrifices required in the old covenant. He then rose from the dead, declaring God’s authority over death and sin. His blood covered EVERY sin of those who met only one requirement: “If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.”

Now, you may know all this. You may not. But I bet you’re still wondering how I can love you if I don’t know you. The answer is this: I love you because GOD loves you. I can love you despite our differences because the person who loves me despite the fact that I fail him EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. loves you just as much. And it might not matter one bit that some girl from Tennessee says she loves you, and that is okay. But know this: No matter what you do or have done, no matter what you say or have said, no matter who you are or have been, when Jesus Christ died on the cross, ALL of our sins were future tense. He knew we could not fulfill the ten commandments. He knew that we WOULD sin. And that is why he came for us. To redeem us. To forgive us. And to have a relationship with us.

Some people will tell you that your homosexuality means you are going straight to hell. They will tell you that God hates you. They will tell you that there is no redemption for you, but allow me to call that for what it is, A LIE. I will say that I do believe the bible when it says that homosexuality is a sin. I do not agree with your lifestyle, but I will NEVER be hateful to you because you sin differently than I do. I will never reject you because if my God can love me  in spite of my sins, he SURELY loves you in spite of yours. He is not a respecter of persons, despite what some may lead you to believe.

I’m going to end this letter soon, but before I do, I’d like to say one more thing.

I AM SORRY! I am sorry for any person who has ever made you feel unloved or unwanted in the name of God or Christianity. . I am sorry for any person who has ever called you a name or avoided you or said something ugly to you and claimed to do it because they “hate to see you in sin.” Anyone who truly wants to “help”  will show you the love of God and will NEVER tear you down. SO I am truly sorry.

If you ever question your worth due to the ugliness of this world, please remember that there is a God who loves you and gave his son for you because you were worth it to him. You were worth it 2,000 years ago and you are worth it now.

He Knows My Name

Love to my loves,


While I'm Waiting

7 Things I Never Thought I’d Say To my Kids

There are many things throughout the day that surprise me. Nail polish in the carpet, children popping out of random places to scare me, and a pile of wet Pull-ups hidden under the staircase are the first things that come to mind.

But NOTHING surprises me more than the things that have come out of MY mouth since having our daughters. 

Here is my most current list of things I never expected myself to say:

7.) “Don’t lick the dog!”


        Because, clearly, when pretending to be a dog, one must a) drink out of the dog bowl face first in true canine fashion, b) roughhouse in the floor with said canines while growling, and c) LICK them because, you know, that’s what dogs do.

6.) “Don’t stir the poop around!”

       Our girls take their bath together. It’s just what sisters do. AF, upon entering a warm bath, apparently loses all bowel control and almost always poops in the bath water, at which point AG tries to slosh it around until it’s at the furthest possible point from her. What she doesn’t realize is that she basically dissolves it and makes muddy poop water. (Imagine me, gagging, here and Superman laughing uncontrollably at my gag reflex, rendering us both incapable of removing the children from the Muddy Pool Of Excrement while AG screams about the poop and you have quite a scene going on.)

5.) “You cannot have five husbands!” 

Yes. I had to tell my three year old his very thing. Her husbands’ names are as follows: Batman, Aladdin, Hans, Cornelius, and Cherry.

Me: AG, you cannot have five husbands. You only get one and you love him and take care of him for the rest of your life.

AG: Yea? Well I already bought TWO for my wedding tomorrow.

So I just tried to convince her that she could, under NO circumstances, marry a man named Cherry. Hopefully this doesn’t backfire.

4.) “You are not a witch!” 

    Because I am THAT mom. The Bible says witchcraft is real and it’s BAD. So guess who doesn’t get to be a witch? That’s right, AG. Also, because she makes “potions” in my kitchen, which means I have a mixture of blue Kool-Aid, milk, hot chocolate, and random spices dumped all over my counter.  I told you nothing good could come of it.

3.) “Don’t pee on your feet!” 

    Here in the South, we ladies are taught from an early age how to, ah, make due with the resources at hand if restrooms are not accessible. So when my pre-schooler says she needs to potty NOW, we make a pit stop on the side of the road. Teaching an easily-distracted three-year-old this delicate practice is quite a job.

Side note:  When teaching a little girl how to make due in the wilderness, it’s important to teach her the circumstances in which this is appropriate. I failed to do this at first and turned back toward the house from getting the mail one day to see AG, pants down, peeing in the front yard. Hey, it’s lady-like if you’re doing it in a princess dress, right?

2.) “Don’t belly flop on Toast!”

We are avid Trekkies. Captain Jonathan Archer had a beagle named Porthos. Porthos was the subject of Superman’s envy, so I bought him the sweetest little beagle that he could name Porthos.  AG decided she hated that name. So when asked what she wanted to name him, we assumed she would say something like Brownie or Spot. But, alas, the child is too much like her mother and can’t function inside the box. She named him Toast. And she randomly yells “BELLY FLOP!” and lands on poor, unsuspecting Toast.

1.) “Don’t put bread in the Fish bowl!”

     I’d like to tell you a story about a courageous fish, who somehow didn’t die from embarrassment at being a male fish named “Elsa.” Elsa came to us at Christmas last year, courtesy of my mom and step-dad, and survived both over-feeding and possible malnourishment in tandem. Proud, tough Elsa finally succombed to the elements (and by elements I mean AG filling his bowl with bread because he was CLEARLY hungry after an entire bottle of fish food) yesterday morning. A quiet (read: secretive) toilet-side service was held in his memory. In absence was AG, who still hasn’t recognized the missing marine life and isn’t aware that he is now living in the sewer with FishJesus.

I’m certain this isn’t the last episode of “Weird Stuff I Say” so please, stay tuned for more. 

Love to my loves, 


For the Woman Searching for Her Identity

There are so many hats I wear in life. Sometimes, they get mixed up, wrinkled, folded over, and shoved in the back of my mind. When asked to describe myself, the first things I always list are mom, wife, Realtor. In that order. Is that who I am? Am I solely the hiney-wiper, housekeeper, and home-seller or is there more? It seems to me that by examining that one question: WHO AM I? I have learned something inexplicably flawed in myself: I don’t identify myself correctly.

Consume Me

“I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.”       Galations 2:20

How should I be identifying myself? As a follower of Christ. A child of the Almighty.

And what does that mean to me, a mom who struggles to find purpose in the mundane, a wife who wants to build her husband up and follow his lead, a working woman trying to balance it all and DO WELL? It mean this: I’m NOT a mom who yells too much, gets frustrated too easily, misses her babies the second they go down for bed, and can’t get enough sweet snuggles. I AM a daughter of the King, who has been equipped supernaturally to withstand all the enemy may throw at me, a Mom who WILL lead her children to Christ by example and show her children what it means to really be in love with the Father. I am NOT a wife who nags, who is too needy, who REALLY doesn’t want to fold the laundry that’s on the bed, and who JUST wants to go to sleep. I’m a woman of GOD who builds her husband up in prayer, who always leaves a little energy for him at the end of the day when he needs me most, who doesn’t worry about the ten minutes it might take to fold that extra load because it will allow more time to snuggle tomorrow. I am NOT a workaholic who doesn’t have time for her children, or a halfway worker who forgets her clients needs and just doesn’t feel like working. I AM a Realtor, who does her best to satisfy her clients, show them the love of Christ, and still not overdo it, because my family is my FIRST ministry.

And here’s the thing, ladies.  The sooner we realize that we are HIS, that we are good enough because HE says we are, that we have become a NEW CREATURE in Christ, the easier it will be to understand this. The world (and so often lately, the Church) tells us we aren’t skinny enough, we shouldn’t ever get upset with our kids, we should always have a house clean enough for guests, we should also work a full-time job, etc. And IT IS NOT POSSIBLE. We can’t do it all. But we can do our best.

And it might not seem right now as if you are all those things: calm, prayerful, righteous, good enough. But HE SAYS you are. His Son was tortured and murdered to make you so. And all we have to do is have faith that he lives in us and through us, then allow him to do so. When we feel overwhelmed and the house is a mess, the kids are naked, and dinner is still in the freezer, we need to remember that that does not define us, nor does it identify us. We are still good enough. We still have self-control (even if we don’t feel like it.) We are ALL HE SAYS WE ARE. If we just have a little faith, a little hope, and a little love for ourselves, we can find, REALLY FIND, our identity in Christ. Once we do that, I know for certain our lives will change for the better.

Please join me in opening your bible this week and allowing God to love on you and tell you that you are His. Leave me a comment if you feel so inclined and let me know what He is saying to you. Let me know what you struggle with. Chances are I struggle with it, too, along with so many other women. Let’s build each other up instead of adding to the unrealistic standards of the world.

Love to all my loves,


Don’t touch my stuff. 

I like my own stuff. I don’t like when people touch it. By people I mean tiny humans with Heaven-knows-what on their hands.

What sets me off on rampages? Tiny humans refusing to give back my diet Dr. Pepper with extra vanilla after they want “dus a liddle sip.” Painting and doing “craps” (crafts) on my newly washed bed covers. We all remember the great Nail Polish Fiasco of 2015 that occurred just yesterday. Jumping on my bed which has FOUR loads of laundry freshly folded on it, which, by the way, creates ONE BIG PILE of unfolded laundry again. SHALL I continue?

This type of thing happens HOURLY in our house and is quickly followed by me telling these miniature-sized humans to not touch my stuff. Because that’s the rule here: Don’t touch mom’s stuff. Ask me if that rule is ever followed. I mean they’re one and three. So it doesn’t happen. A girl can dream.

Luckily, the Lord has given me a sense of humor, so I spend my day laughing at the messes usually. There are days (Hello, yesterday!) when I absolutely lose it. I mean LOSE it. (No. You’re not alone.) That’s why the good Lord gave usPioneer Woman: because we all need to relax and have something good to watch. So, if you’re surrounded by munchkin people who don’t get that the freshly cleaned bathroom is not the place to touch everything with hands covered in red fingerpaints, know that you’re not alone. So are the rest of us.

I’d like to tie in a bible verse right now, but my children are currently quiet, which means something is amiss. I must go now.

Read something encouraging out of your Bible and pretend I gave you some Godly Wisdom. 😉



As I opened my eyes this morning, the lovely sun shine through the gold curtains creating a dancing, heavenly glow into my room. I looked over to see my super hot husband standing at the foot of the bed holding a smiling baby and my sweet, sweet AG climbing in bed with me. It was the beginning of a perfect day.

My list of things I’ve done today: painting a bathroom, installing a toilet paper holder, putting some decor up in the other bathroom and a three-hour trip to find things to help decorate the house, washing 4 loads of laundry, mopping.

List of things that didn’t get done today: folding all that dang laundry, cleaning the kitchen, dinner, relaxing, not freaking out completely.

As I awakened to a glorious morning, here is what I didn’t foresee: green nail polish being dumped ALL OVER the beige carpet in the bedroom. Not so bad, you say? Well, allow me to explain.


Thus all the painting, redecorating, etc.

And, you see, it was today that my children decided to see just what it would take to cause Mommy to have a panic attack. Turns out it’s two green children, along with their brand new clothes and shoes, along with lovely green confetti-splattered carpet.

 Yup. This is after I cleaned her up a bit.
For those moms who say they never yell because, you know, they have all that self control, I’d like to say a couple things:

1.) You lie. You liar. Show me a mom who has never yelled and I’ll show you a mom who has no idea what a “strong-willed” child is.

2.) Bite me. Your carpet isn’t green, nor are your children and their brand new clothes. You’re not going to have to completely replace the carpet prior to listing your home because even the Windex, hairspray, alcohol, and acetone couldn’t get that crap out.

3.) It’s not a competition or anything, but I bet I prayed a LOT more than you today! Ha!(Mostly for self-control, patience, Grace, SURVIVAL. But it’s no matter. I ring the Good Lord’s phone often out of desperation.)

I’m now on the couch finishing mashed potatoes and chocolate cake watching Pioneer Woman because, well, I think you can understand why.

The Sweetest Moment

I’m currently in my car with my family after our Sunday family dinner. Now, if your family is anything like mine, no family dinner is complete without a political debate. While we are all fiercely conservative, we all have differing views on how and what things should get done. Today’s featured subject: the woman jailed for refusing to issue marriage licenses to homosexuals.

After we left, my Superman and I were discussing the implications of what happened, which turned to a discussion on sin in general, then we moved on to covenant, more specifically the covenant we have through Jesus. As we were talking, AG, who is almost four and VERY smart. Not like the typical mom thinking her kid is smart, either. She’s seriously ridiculously smart. She asked me, “Mom, what is a covenant?” I gave “the look” to Superman. The one that says, “Babe, you’re better than I at this. Take over.” He explained that a covenant is a promise, that he and I cut covenant when we promised to love each other and be together forever, and that Jesus’ death and ressurrection was the creation of a new covenant with God and that He paid the price for our sins. All we had to do was ask Jesus into our hearts and we could live eternally with God.

Then it happened.

She looked at me and asked, “Is Jesus in my heart, Mama?”

We asked her if she wanted him to be and when she replied with an affirmative, guys, we led our sweet girl in a prayer of salvation.



We got to not only witness it, but lead her through it, and explain to her the implications of it. All because she was listening to a discussion we were having. The seeds we have been planting are growing.
So, being the cryer I am, I sobbed. I’m still kind of wanting to sob thinking about it. And because I’m a nerd and a mama, if you mention this sweet moment later, prepare to hear me sob then, too.

Now, I’m going to go discuss this with Superman and let him see me cry like a baby for the umpteenth time this week.

I’m also going to allow her to celebrate with something delicious today. Because I’m an awesome mom, I reward with food, and no one can tell me I can’t today, because JESUS!