The Good Life

I woke up this morning feeling like I could conquer the world, so I took my kids with me to shop for clothes. Yep, I was feeling pretty great until we stepped into the first store. Thankfully we got to Maurices right when they opened so we were the only people in the store. We walked in the door and Colton ran into the rack of clothes because he "didn't see it". I put Ryleigh down to pick up the clothes that C knocked off and she took off running. The nice woman working the store ran block for me and started talking to her, which made Rue very unsure of her surroundings, so she started pulling at her coat and crying. The nice lady then says "oh, do you want your coat off" moving towards her, so she comes running to me. I get her coat off and stuffed in my purse just in time to catch the toboggan that Colton is throwing at me and hear him say "I want to take my jacket off too". I proceed to stuff another jacket and hat into my purse (which already has a

I love Christmastime. It's absolutely my favorite time of year. I love the decorations and the celebrations and the overall feeling that people genuinely do care for each other. I love how Christmas lights make everything seem so safe and warm and perfect. I love reflecting on the previous year and all the highs and lows that came with it. I do a lot of soul searching this time of year and I get so emotional when I think about the true meaning of Christmas and why we celebrate. This year has been the most challenging year for me as a wife and Mom. Growing in both of those roles just brings a fair amount of "hard". I know everybody has their own version of hard and while I can wallow in my self pity at times, I can also look at my life and know how incredibly blessed I am. Last Christmas, Ryleigh was brand new (barely 2 months old) and I was sleep deprived and Colton was so terribly sick on and off surrounding the holidays that it all just seems like a blur. This year,