Friday, March 4, 2011
my friends @ Baby be Blessed
another amazing giveaway @ Baby be Blessed! i love these girls & appreciate their ministry so much. not only have they blessed me but so many around the world. they really do PRAY over the dolls & the children they are going to. please check them out & go ahead & order something beautiful for your babies' Easter baskets, k? :)
Thursday, February 24, 2011
a touch more of my story...the romance portion
i was 17. i had just graduated high school. i was fixing to start college at the university of georgia. i was going to bring home the football team. meaning i was planning on dating all of them. i guess God had other plans.
he was 18. he had just graduated high school. 800 miles away from where he was. he had just broken up with his girlfriend of over 2 years. his friends told him that it was "3 to 1 in atlanta." meaning he was planning on getting lucky with as many georgia girls as possible. i guess God had other plans.
it was a friday night and my youth group was having a lock in. he came with his friends. again. when i had tried to introduce myself at youth service the wednesday before, he ignored me. or didn't hear me, at least that's his side of the story. the boys were playing ball, every kind of ball known to man. the girls were cheering them on, throwing them starburst when they did something good, or something we thought was cute. later on, i rewarded them all with back massages. he enjoyed that and asked me to breakfast. i smiled, said i "didn't DO breakfast" & sauntered away. but not before letting him know that he could take to dinner & a movie with all that money he had in his wallet (i had held his wallet while he swam). he called me later that day & we made plans for monday night.
it was date night. he picked me up in his mini van. yes, girls, a mini van. he looked so cute in his glasses that he had apologized for wearing but he needed them to see to drive at night. i told him he looked cute in them. he has worn them ever since. we went to see "a time to kill." before it started, he commented on how tiny my hands were & asked me to compare them to his. he was so sneaky...threading his fingers through mine until we were holding hands. now that's smooth, ladies,smoooooooth. :)
we've been together ever since that day.
almost 15 years.
that's a long time.
almost half my life.
wow.
he was 18. he had just graduated high school. 800 miles away from where he was. he had just broken up with his girlfriend of over 2 years. his friends told him that it was "3 to 1 in atlanta." meaning he was planning on getting lucky with as many georgia girls as possible. i guess God had other plans.
it was a friday night and my youth group was having a lock in. he came with his friends. again. when i had tried to introduce myself at youth service the wednesday before, he ignored me. or didn't hear me, at least that's his side of the story. the boys were playing ball, every kind of ball known to man. the girls were cheering them on, throwing them starburst when they did something good, or something we thought was cute. later on, i rewarded them all with back massages. he enjoyed that and asked me to breakfast. i smiled, said i "didn't DO breakfast" & sauntered away. but not before letting him know that he could take to dinner & a movie with all that money he had in his wallet (i had held his wallet while he swam). he called me later that day & we made plans for monday night.
it was date night. he picked me up in his mini van. yes, girls, a mini van. he looked so cute in his glasses that he had apologized for wearing but he needed them to see to drive at night. i told him he looked cute in them. he has worn them ever since. we went to see "a time to kill." before it started, he commented on how tiny my hands were & asked me to compare them to his. he was so sneaky...threading his fingers through mine until we were holding hands. now that's smooth, ladies,smoooooooth. :)
we've been together ever since that day.
almost 15 years.
that's a long time.
almost half my life.
wow.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
after a pregnancy loss...
it seems like almost every friend i have has been through a loss of pregnancy. but i have a feeling i was the first of us to ever go through it & i had to do it all on my own. i was only 18 years old. i had only been out of high school for one year. i was over 800 miles away from my family. i had no friends except my boyfriend (who is now my husband, by the way). and his mother hated me (at the time, she loves me now). and everybody was happy that my baby died, except me. at least, that's how i felt at the time.
so in effort to help a dear little friend who is going through this right now, i decided to write a list of sorts to let her know what to expect. how crazy her heart is going to feel for a while. how crappy her life will feel for a while. but also, Who to turn to and Who to trust even when you don't want to or can't understand.
i'm also going to write a post soon about infertility & the stupid stages that come along with that, too.
yeah, my life hasn't been easy. can ya tell? :)
ok, sweet darlin...here's how it might play out:
*you'll want to cry, even when there seems to be no more tears, even when you feel dehydrated. and it's ok to cry.
*you'll want to scream & yell about the unfairness of it all. you'll want to scream at God & tell Him He sux. and it's ok. He understands & He still loves you.
*you'll want people to actually acknowledge your loss, even when nothing they say will make you feel better or even be the right thing for them to say. and it's ok for their words to upset you even when you want them to say SOMETHING.
*you'll want to curl up into a ball & die. and it's ok to feel this way, but only for a little while.
*you'll want someone to just hold you. my arms are here.
*you'll need to talk about it. it's ok to talk about it. some people will try to make you feel like it's a taboo subect but it's not. my ears are here too.
*you'll want to hit something or somebody. i suggest a gym with a bag :)
*you'll want to smack all pregnant women. please don't go to jail! seriously, it's very normal to feel this way. just remember, you wouldn't wish your pain on anyone.
*you'll want to snatch every infant you see. again, no jail time.
*you'll want to seriously hurt every bad mother you see. especially those who only see their children every few days much less actually raising them themselves. take a breath, pray for them, pray for their children & let it go.
*you'll want to cry some more. it's ok. just cry as much as you want.
my heart hurts for all women who have to experience this life altering tragedy. my prayer for you is that you get through. get through & grow & cling to our Savior. know Him more, my friends. know His heart. He loves you so.
so in effort to help a dear little friend who is going through this right now, i decided to write a list of sorts to let her know what to expect. how crazy her heart is going to feel for a while. how crappy her life will feel for a while. but also, Who to turn to and Who to trust even when you don't want to or can't understand.
i'm also going to write a post soon about infertility & the stupid stages that come along with that, too.
yeah, my life hasn't been easy. can ya tell? :)
ok, sweet darlin...here's how it might play out:
*you'll want to cry, even when there seems to be no more tears, even when you feel dehydrated. and it's ok to cry.
*you'll want to scream & yell about the unfairness of it all. you'll want to scream at God & tell Him He sux. and it's ok. He understands & He still loves you.
*you'll want people to actually acknowledge your loss, even when nothing they say will make you feel better or even be the right thing for them to say. and it's ok for their words to upset you even when you want them to say SOMETHING.
*you'll want to curl up into a ball & die. and it's ok to feel this way, but only for a little while.
*you'll want someone to just hold you. my arms are here.
*you'll need to talk about it. it's ok to talk about it. some people will try to make you feel like it's a taboo subect but it's not. my ears are here too.
*you'll want to hit something or somebody. i suggest a gym with a bag :)
*you'll want to smack all pregnant women. please don't go to jail! seriously, it's very normal to feel this way. just remember, you wouldn't wish your pain on anyone.
*you'll want to snatch every infant you see. again, no jail time.
*you'll want to seriously hurt every bad mother you see. especially those who only see their children every few days much less actually raising them themselves. take a breath, pray for them, pray for their children & let it go.
*you'll want to cry some more. it's ok. just cry as much as you want.
my heart hurts for all women who have to experience this life altering tragedy. my prayer for you is that you get through. get through & grow & cling to our Savior. know Him more, my friends. know His heart. He loves you so.
Friday, December 10, 2010
more freeness
i like free. free is good. i'm not entering the contest this week, but wanted everyone else to know about it! plus i love baby be blessed & want to promote them every chance i can. go here
please and thank you.
almost forgot my manners.
:)
please and thank you.
almost forgot my manners.
:)
Friday, December 3, 2010
my sweet girls @ BabyBeBlessed
Thursday, November 4, 2010
whatever
whatever. the wittiest comeback/answer to a question EVER.
you look nice today. WHATEVER.
do you know what time it is? WHATEVER.
kiss my tail. WHATEVER.
it's gold; gold, i say! and i'm bringing it back...for the second time in my life. the teen years were a gold mine of activity for the whatever. and i feel the need to unleash it's power again.
grow up, carrie. WHATEVER.
see????? PURE GOLD, i tell you!
you look nice today. WHATEVER.
do you know what time it is? WHATEVER.
kiss my tail. WHATEVER.
it's gold; gold, i say! and i'm bringing it back...for the second time in my life. the teen years were a gold mine of activity for the whatever. and i feel the need to unleash it's power again.
grow up, carrie. WHATEVER.
see????? PURE GOLD, i tell you!
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