For the greater part of my life, I have erred on the side of being a hopeless romantic. I am logical and think a LOT, but I tend to go through life with this idea that no matter what, everything is going to work out great, and everything is for the best, and that even on the bad days, we must choose to look at every situation as if it were covered in sunshine, roses, and butterflies. This is not…
Last night. 6:54. I collapsed on the couch in a heap of pregnant ready to watch The Bachelor. I spent the weekend at the Louisiana Association of Student Councils Convention in Shreveport with 1,300 incredible young leaders. Other than a small variety of mishaps– super fun stuff. While I was there, I had the incredible privilege of listening to an amazing speaker, Mike Smith. When Mike came out, I honestly did not have a clue why he was coming on…
Parenthood. It sure is something special. Here is the challenge: Remembering that before you were a parent, you were a spouse. It is incredibly easy to get lost in the shuffle of littles and begin to treat your spouse like a co-worker rather than the person with whom you once fell madly in love. Don’t lose the love. Take time to remember the special things about your spouse, and remember the butterflies. Sweet husband and I try to go on…