Happy FOURTH birthday, Luke (tomorrow)!

I remember it like it was yesterday, and can’t believe it’s been four years.  I’ll never forget the text from my brother (one I’ll always save for you) I got the day before you were born.  Not that I needed the reminder, but it’s what I prayed for you that day, every day since, and will continue to everyday.  

We headed to Parkwest around 5am to be induced at 7.  Everyone told me it’d take forever, maybe even go into the next day. I was so so excited, nervous, and anxious. I definitely wasn’t looking forward to this taking forever, but I was so ready to meet you.  In typical Luke fashion, we met you at 1:28pm, and you’ve not slowed down since!  The moment I held you and locked eyes with you, I knew what my purpose was in this life.  I changed for the better that day.  I’ve learned what unconditional love is.  

You are so loving, so smart, so strong, so energetic, so funny, so independent, and march to the beat of your own drum.  Don’t ever change.  


You already care so much about others You want to pray for family and friends if they’re sick, keep doing this.  Always put the Lord first.  Be kind to everyone you meet, this will get you further in life than anything. 

Don’t ever get to old to play with my hair or call me momma.  Always be sweet to your brother and stick up for him.  Keep asking daddy to play ball and “watch this”. Most importantly, keep being you.  You’re all boy and I LOVE it.  Never stop having fun (but you can be a little more careful)!  


I still can’t believe you’re already four!  I wish time would slow down, but it won’t. I look forward to all the memories we will continue to make and to watching you grow (but not too quickly please).  I’ll always be here for you and you’ll always be my baby boy.  I love you more Luke Major, and I win this one.  Sorry!

Ps…our deal was that when you turned four (tomorrow) you’d start sleeping in your bed, but you don’t have to.  You can sleep in ours as long as you want sweet boy.


Thank you for making me a better person, for challenging me, and for loving me.  There’s no greater reward than being your mom.  I don’t remember what we did with our time before you and Brody and I never want to.  😘😘

Un-comfort Zone

How true is this?!  Every time I see it, it hits home.  It’s so easy to get comfortable in our lives and everyday routine that we really just get complacent.  Go through the motions day in and out.  About 6 month ago..I decided to get out of my fitness comfort zone.  Some friends of mine had been talking to me for a while about Crossfit.  I always blew it off.  I was never much of a weightlifter, always been a runner.  I could literally run for miles and miles and miles, but ask me to lift 20 lbs and it wasn’t happening.  I was SO scared the first time I went.  I don’t know what any of this stuff is, they’ll laugh at me, I have zero strength.  Whew, I’ll never forget it.


So, I got this email a few weeks ago, and couldn’t believe it’s been six months since I started!  Time flies when you’re having fun.  The changes in my body the last 6 months have been so rewarding, but what’s even better than that is the boost in my confidence.  I’ve always been super hard on myself, a perfectionist, and if I’m not really good at something I hate it.  Well I’m not really good at crossfit.  I’m just okay at best.  However, I’ve done some things that mentally I never thought I could do.  I’ve overcame that voice in my head telling me I couldn’t do something.  You know that feeling you get when you have proven a point?  That’s how I feel almost every time I leave because I do more weight or a movement I never thought I’d do.  

I say all this not to say you should try crossfit (but you should) but to say that you should try something that may not be what you’re comfortable with.  If you aren’t happy with yourself, do something to change it.  Get out of your comfort zone…you might love the changes that happen with your body, but I’d bet even more that you’ll love what happens mentally!  Don’t know until you try.

Make time, not excuses.

Cheers!