the dress.

a sister in the best of circumstances is a best friend. more than just blood, memories, laughter, stupid moments that only you both can laugh at like the house that wasn't really on fire but she thought it was funny to wake me saying that, and tears make that bond that much stronger.

little details. (love is.)

living with the same people for more than a week, usually will be a struggle. you have to figure out how to cater to each different personality and deal with the differences. in our home, not only are my husband and i very different from each other, but my children are as well from each other.

eleven.

tomorrow marks the 11th anniversary of uniting my life to the man that would change it completely.

he knows it and i know it, and it's time that you all know it:

i'm head over heels. smitten. imprinted. haha.

i only pray that i get to live so many more years next to this man. our story has so much to tell, it would take many posts to tell you about it, and one day i might. but today i just want to tell you why i love this man.

one: he's hot.

let's just say this: if i were to enter a coffee shop per se, and i saw this man sitting in the back of the store sipping his coffee, i'd definitely want his digits (do the cool kids still say that?). no joke.

two: he is a family man.

he loves his family and is very protective of us. family is important to him and going out for dinner with me and the kids is something he enjoys and you can tell he brims with pride. 

three: he makes me laugh.

all the time. his humor is a rare one and not everyone gets it. but i love that we can laugh together and that i get his humor....most of the time, until he pushes it a midge too far. but i still love my hunny.

four: he is responsible.

bringing home the bacon has always been a priority to him. always makes sure that we have what we need. works really hard and is never reckless with our finances.

five: he is passionate.

in life, in sports and in love.

six: he is forgiving.

i can be moody. and that's an understatement. he puts up with it and forgives me quickly for my mistakes. he actually forgives faster than i do, and love that about him. he lets things go.

seven: he is authoritative.

it may just be me. but i love that my man takes a lot of authority in matters of the house when it comes to financial and household decisions. we've had rough patches in the past mainly because i've wanted to please others and not listen to his opinion, but him being in charge when it comes to things like this, makes me feel i'm being taken care of. it may just be the 'damsel in distress waiting for her knight in shining armor' in me.

eight: he's my knight in shining armor

sure he didn't like having to walk out of the theatre in the middle of the movie to go save my behind from being stranded, but he did. we could write a book on me being locked out and forgetting my keys inside, or let's say leaving a party to get me personal items (tmi? sorry). i could write out a mile long list of others but no need. he's there for me. he's always been there for me.

nine: he puts me to sleep

 when the day is done, and we are laying in bed and he's watching the last bit of tv, he will reach over and run his fingers through my hair over and over to help me doze off. i.love.that. 

ten: he's a cuddler.

although he might not admit it to the boys, he is and i love that. spooning. yep that too.

eleven: he will forever be my hunnybunny.

he loves me. i love him. we love each other. forever and ever, and ever. amen.

........................................

Hunny, I love you from here to the moon and back a million times. you make me one happy girl!

celebrate life.

this weekend was bittersweet. my husband was out of town since friday and missed him terribly. in the light of the recent Connecticut events, i wanted to squeeze him tight and let him know how much he meant to me. i had my kids with me though and i got to love on them and have a mini sleep over in my room both nights.

tragedy has a way of awakening our soul. it does mine, and all weekend my mind couldn't help but wander off to that quaint town where many homes had a somber and heartbreaking mood within their walls. we know that life is short, but this shakes me to acknowledge that it truly can go in the blink of an eye. the time we have been given is a gift. each morning is a gift and it should be celebrated. candles, balloons, cake and all; metaphorically speaking of course, unless you want to literally, then do it by all means. 

i think of how many times, i've let the day's frustration overwhelm me and spill into my relationships. specifically at home. how instead of picking my battles, i've chosen every single one over spilled milk. 

 life cannot be wasted over things that don't really matter and even the ones that do, can be handled with more grace.

when i'm gone, which inevitably will happen, i want my loved ones to remember me by one who celebrated life to the fullest. 

kiss your kiddos. tickle them spontaneously. bake cakes just because. have a sudden dance party. 

awaken them with a song. hide sweet notes in their lunchboxes. and light up their world everyday. 

don't limit it to your kids. celebrate life with your spouse, your loved ones who can so suddenly be taken away. 

seeing their little faces and their names made it more personable to me. i never met them, but their story has hit my heart like nothing else.
please, please, please. celebrate this life. live it with love and compassion.
let bygones be bygones. forgive as we've been forgiven. love and live like God intended for us to live.
loving eachother fully, with no holding back.
celebrate life and love until you burst.

wishing you all a beautiful and lovefilled monday.

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