After a year of planning and excitement the day finally came this past weekend. The day where i got to enjoy Taylor Swift in concert again. I have been a fan from the beginning. When i was in high school Tim McGraw would only play in the wee hours of night on the radio because Taylor was brand new. I literally remember the very first time that her song was released. I stayed up most of the night, ever night in school listening to music. I remember it being on the country channel on Sirius radio and i remember thinking ‘Why would someone name a song after Tim McGraw?’ before it played as the guy was talking up the debut of ‘this upcoming young artist’. I remember instantly loving it and looking her up online that same night. I remember fan girl crushing on her quirkiness and her long curly hair. I remember loving that she was my age. Every album i bought on preorder from then on. I went to the Red tour and have seen every single music video. I know every song word for word. I’m not a die hard fan of many people. In fact, she’s probably the only person that I’m a dedicated fan of. I love fantasy sagas and have a few that I’m obsessed with but as far as real life people go, she’s the only one that i have followed from day one and continuously get excited over. Going to her concert with my cousin (who is also a big fan) was wonderful. We had a great time. It hurts my feelings to say that my kids did perfect without me. Even the baby. My crazy husband had friends over while i was gone and did a play date to watch the OSU game. They don’t need me ha. THEN i got home to a fire going in the fire place. Just another reason that i love him. His love for all things Fall. It was 65 degrees here and feels amazing. It’s awesome and I was happy to be home but i definitely enjoyed my night with both of my Taylor’s. She only has 6 shows left in the states but if you happen to get a chance to go to one (she has one in St. Louis next i believe) i recommend going. And if you’re not a Swift fan but need a mom’s night out, DO IT! I get out more and more as my children grow and it’s so nice. Everyone needs those breaks no matter what you decide to do on them. I used to feel like i needed this title of a mom who NEVER EVER left her children. Only bad moms leave their kids by choice, right? What kind of dumb logic was that?! Don’t let society or guilt keep you from still being your own person that dedicates time to yourself. Self love includes self breaks from your squad.
Tuesday, September 11, 2018
Monday, September 3, 2018
Happy 7th Birthday — Charlee Adeline
Seven years ago at 12:48 pm i became a mom to a 5 pound, perfectly perfect baby girl. The events and emotions of that day will forever be branded into my soul. There are no adequate words to describe it. Our world changed. Our love changed. Our hearts changed. I spent weeks after her birth asking my mom when the ‘this is a dream’ feeling/fog goes away and when Brian would stop staring at me like i was a god ha. Life was flawless. Perfect. Complete. I couldn’t believe that it was real. People swirled around us but all we saw was her. After 2 years of infertility, a failed adoption, fertility treatments, being told word for word that Brian had ‘less of a chance than a man with a vasectomy to naturally father a child’ by a fertility specialist (What did he know?), and so much more — it took a long time to get used to the fact that our dream came true. It was real. We were parents. Charlee is mature beyond her years. She freakishly intelligent and the most well behaved child that I’ve ever met. She never gives us a fuss or makes things hard (aside from when it comes to fashion). She is our first miracle and we love her oh so very much. Happy birthday to our Char Bear.
We spent the day with family and friends. Charlee told us multiple times that it was her best birthday yet because she got an American Girl doll and got to spend all day with her family. It’s rare that a birthday falls on a day that we are all here and Brian is off of work. He made her her favorite breakfast. We went shopping and to get our names done with Liv and my mom. Then we had friends over. I still can’t believe that i am the mother to a seven year old. With each passing year we get closer to the preteen/teenage state and i already want to tuck my tail and run ha. I’m so nervous about raising teenage girls. But for now, I’ll soak in this stage. This year. The seventh year.
Also, find you a man who reacts like this to meeting his children. Nothing reminds me of Brian’s love for me and our kids like his actions and emotions during labor and delivery. He stresses to see me in pain. He stands by my side to comfort me rather than go straight to the baby warmer where the baby’s were. He rubs my face and arm. He kisses my head. He is so tender that it makes me melt. Of course, he does those things in regular life but it’s intensified during the delivery of our children. I can’t wait to do it again with him π