Lover, Justin, Herd Bird etc.
Aging or Ageing (if you are british)
Today I sat across from my beautiful husband and was filled with thankfulness and gratefulness. I looked into his eyes and saw the same Justin that I married over ten years ago. The same Justin that I despised thirteen years ago. The same man that I moved across the ocean with. But I’ve been noticing something different lately when looking at him. Yes, the hairline continues to change, but now I see little small wrinkles around his eyes that weren’t there when we were married or when I despised him or when we moved across the ocean together. But he is the same man. A better man, but the same. And of course he must also notice these things in me. We sat together at this little coffee shop. It was Starbucks, Okay!? Starbucks! I wish I could say it was a glamorous little cafe in Barcelona, but I needed…
Read MoreA good dad
I was looking through some pictures I just took in the last couple weeks and saw these from one of Justin’s futbol games and it just brought the biggest smile to my face! I am probably living vicariously through my kids’ life, but I think Justin is the coolest dad ever! He represents what my dreamy idea of a good father is and I am glad that I get to see it played out with my own children. Even better than having it myself.
Read MoreTen Years
Ten years of marriage. Ten years of trying to get over my own selfishness. Ten years of trusting a person with who I really am. Ten years of laughing together. Ten years of crying together. Ten years of learning to fight. Ten years of learning NOT to fight. Ten years of pushing buttons. Ten years of getting my buttons pushed. Ten years of snuggles. Ten years of learning passion. Ten years of letting go. Ten years with the best kisser. Ten years of feistiness. Ten years of disagreeing over the same ol’ things. Ten years of getting over the small things. Ten years full of love. Ten years full of growth. Ten years with my best friend. The best ten years of my life.
Read MoreLong Time No Write
Congratulations to me. I’ve made it! It has now been a bit over one year since we moved to Barcelona. Hardest year in my life by far. Thank God it is done with! When I think of the first year in Barcelona, these are the first things that come to mind. 1. Crying baby who had a horrible oozing rash. 2. Cold, dark, empty apartment. 3. Fights with Justin. 4. Maisie trying to find her way and her place. 5. Loneliness We went back to the states for a month to BREATHE. Although it was extremely busy with one of my best friend’s wedding, we did have a few moments to just be and relax. Not much, but it did happen. We also were able to figure out what was wrong with my poor little Cutler’s skin. I know in my previous post I had said his rash was gone,…
Read MoreBooty Dance
Here is a little peek into our daily life. I actually caught Justin doing his booty dance! yesssssssssss
Read MoreI Don’t Like You, But I Love You
VERY recently, Justin and I went through an extremely difficult time in our marriage. Pretty much November, December, and January were hideous months for us. There were a lot of stresses going on. We had just moved over to Spain and the reality of that was beginning to sink in. No more wonderful honeymoon stage. Our residency was having all sorts of ridiculous unforeseen issues. I was expecting our second child and was scared that he wouldn’t come in time and that a home birth wouldn’t be an option if that were the case. Maisie was accepted into her school, but we didn’t have the finances to make it happen. Our apartment was empty with no money to furnish it. We had biting ants from the furniture we did find on the streets! My grandfather passed away and we were unable to be a part of the whole (or any…
Read MoreI’m Not the Best Mom After All
Maisie was an easy baby. Everyone would always say that Maisie was so sweet and easy going. I always assumed this was because Justin and I were so easy going (notice I didn’t say sweet). I thought that I was an amazing parent. I would say things like, “You don’t have to change your life just because you have a child!” And we sure didn’t. We still went to bars, stayed out till all hours of the night, Maisie took her little naps wherever we were, she stayed quiet during trips to the restaurant and even on 17 hour plane rides. She was a happy and content baby, even with her little permanent frown! Here’s a picture of her when she was just a couple months old! Then I had a rude awakening with my second child. As soon as his whole body was out of the womb, he screamed.…
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