Poem by a Five Year Old

This poem was written by my five year old son for Mother’s Day. It was just so precious I had to share.


Oh mommy, Oh mommy,
I love you so much.
I will kiss you and love you
All day and night

Oh mommy, Oh mommy,
I like you to tuck me in bed
Oh mommy, Oh mommy,
I love you all day.




Secret Room

Last night I had a dream.

I was cleaning my house, it wasn’t the house I have in real life, and I stumbled upon an office that we had somehow forgotten we had. It was almost like it had magically appeared.

It was a very nice sized room, large and fully furnished. The room was quiet and “off the beaten path” of the rest of the house. It had carpet, a couch, tv, computer, and desk. Upon entering the room I also saw that it had a bathroom. It was like my own little oasis. A perfect place to take a few “mommy moments”.

I closed the door to keep it hidden. Later when my husband was home I told him about it and he said “Oh yeah. I forgot about that room.” How did we forget about such a wonderful place in our own home? All those times I needed a break. A little escape. Some bathroom time with out an audience, and I had a secret place the whole time and never knew it.

But sadly, it was all a dream.

Coffee Break

I am currently enjoying a moment to myself at a local café. Running Man has graciously let me escape for some time to read and drink cup after cup of freshly roasted and brewed coffee.

I think this will be a reoccurring thing. I love my boys and even though I do get a break from home now that I have a part time job, it’s nice to just sit with out having to meet the demands of anyone. Just sit and read or think or write or browse mindlessly on my phone.

Oh look…time to fill my cup again.



Coming Soon!

I am super excited!

I will soon have a new awesome signature header photo!

I hope to have it up for you all to see tomorrow.

I have had this idea in my head of a cartoon drawing I wanted to represent my blog. I am not an artist at all so I reached out to an artist friend who hooked me up with another artist friend.

All I did was tell her what I pictured, showed her the cartoon that inspired my idea, and then she sketched it out.

It is pretty much exactly how I pictured it in my head! It is amazing and I can’t wait to reveal it! So be sure to stop back tomorrow and check it out!

Sweet Slumber

Daily Prompt

“Tell us about times in which you linger — when you don’t want an event, or a day to end. What is it you love about these times? Why do you wish you could linger forever?”

Golden light peeks through  the curtain and dances across a young women’s face. Feeling the warmth, she shifts in her bed. Pulling the blanket over her head, and dreading the moment her kids come in. It’s not that she’s sleepy, but that she is just not ready for the day. Not ready to get up and go through the motions.

When she hears the door creak she holds her breath, hopping her son will finally think to himself, “oh she’s sleeping. I should leave her alone.” But of course that doesn’t happen. Soon he is by her side and with a nice high-pitched voice says, “Mommy, I want to go downstairs!”

“Just a few more minutes. OK?”

“NO! I’m hungry and thirsty! I want to go down stairs!” , he whines.

“Mommy needs a few more minutes, please.”


He crawls up next to her and pulls on the blankets creating a cold breeze. She shivers and rolls over. Her son lays there quietly for about thirty seconds.

“Mom, I had a dream can I tell you about it?”

“Sure,” she says with a sigh.

“Well it was a big dream so maybe later….Mom?”


“Are you ready to go down stairs yet?”

“Just a few more minutes, please”

“Ok…but just one minute.”


I Believe

Daily Prompt

“For today’s prompt, tell us three things that you believe in your heart to be true. Tell us three things you believe in your heart to be false.”

3 Things I believe to be true

I believe that Jesus Christ died on the cross for my sins.

He is my savior. I have been washed clean by his blood and was born anew through him.

My husband is the man the Lord chose for me to marry.

My husband and I knew we were to be married before we even started dating. We both knew that “dating around” was not for us, nor what God wanted for us. So when we started hanging out and we wanted to start dating each other, we prayed about it, both apart and together. We would not date if we knew it wouldn’t lead to marriage. (I know, so not the ‘norm’ but we have never been ‘normal’ people.)

I would lay my life down for the safety of my children.

I love my children and would do anything to keep them safe. They are the two most wonderful boys. They make me so proud to be their mom. I can’t express just how much I love them.

3 Things I Know to be False

All the negative things I repeat to myself everyday.

I have horrible self image and horrible self esteem. I constantly pick myself apart and tear myself down. I know these things to be false yet I continue to say them to the point of almost believing them. I am so weighed down by all these lies that I can’t even accept a compliment.

I am fine.

I used to tell people this all the time. Because it’s what people want to hear, or it’s just easier. But I am not fine. I don’t ever go into too much detail. If people knew what I struggled with on a daily basis I would be labeled crazy. In fact, I might actually deserve that label. I’m currently on the journey to finding out.

I am a bad mom.

Every mom feels like this at some point. That they are not good enough. That they fall short to other moms. I think I struggle with this because of all the stress I  put myself through daily and sometimes I feel like I am not paying as much attention to my kids as should or that I am just not good enough. But that’s just not true. It’s just one of the many lies satan throws at me to bring me down further than I already am. But God picks me up and carries me through.


Breasts: Conversations with a 4 Year Old

This morning I was getting ready and my boys were, as usual, right there in the room because what is privacy really? My oldest saw my bra laying on the bed and picked it up.

Spunky Boy: Mom, I found your thing.

Me: Bra

Spunky Boy: Yeah, bra. Can I wear it?

Me: Well, you don’t have the chest for it.

Spunky Boy: Will I when I grow up?

Me: No sweetie. You are a boy. Girls have breasts when they grow up.

Spunky Boy: Does Becca have them? (A friend of ours. I changed her name for privacy.)

Me: Yes she does.

Spunky Boy: But she doesn’t have a baby.

Me: You’re right she doesn’t. Girls don’t have to have babies to have breasts.

Spunky Boy: But there is milk in them and babies drink out of them.

Me: (Trying not too laugh to hard) Well yes you are right babies do drink out of them.

Spunky Boy: Monkey Boy (Little brother) drank from you when he was born. But he’s not born anymore so he doesn’t drink anymore.

Me: Yes Monkey boy isn’t little anymore so he drinks from a cup now.

You gotta love an early morning lesson on the anatomy of the human body and nursing!