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It was quiet.  And it’s never quiet.  This morning I could hear my own footsteps as I walked down the hall after a short night of sleep.  Arianna was still sleeping soundly and I actually had some time to myself for a cup of hot tea, emails and reflections.  The last few days I’ve been reflecting on all things truly important.  I have a tendency of convincing myself something is important when it actually has no importance whatsoever and it ends up being the complete opposite.  And it leaves me asking myself how I can change it and truly choose what’s most important to me.

I’m such a dreamer.  And with dreaming comes a lot of thinking.  And boy do I think a lot.  Actually, I don’t think I ever stop thinking.  I’m almost certain I “think” while I sleep at night.  And with all my thinking comes ideas.  Ideas that would probably sound absolutely ridiculous to some, but to me it’s something that I dream of coming alive.  I write my all my thought into my notebooks.  And I have so many that I write in and I’m not exactly sure why I can’t stick to just one.  But I can’t.  Maybe I’ve convinced myself that when I buy a new notebook that new ideas will start morphing inside my head and be uber fabulous.

So today I spent some time reading through my notebooks and admiring all my dreams and aspirations.  Now, I just need to figure out how to make all my dreams come true.

Happy Wednesday!

Gosh, my eyes started to fill with tears before I even typed the first word.  {tissue please}  To even put into words the feelings and emotions I have about my baby girl just makes me a total sap.  I am so madly, deeply in love with my Arianna that in my eyes I think she’s perfect.  To believe that after all the drawings she’s colored on my walls, the tantrums she has thrown, the messes she’s made and the toys I’ve stepped on that have almost put me in the emergency room – I still think she does no wrong.  Oh internet, she has these eyelashes and when she flutters them – I am in like flynn.  Hook + line + sinker!  It’s amazing to even wrap my head around the fact that a 2 year old has complete and total control over you.  But I wouldn’t change it for the world.  Okay, maybe I’d change the tantrums – but that’s it.

Happy Birthday, my sweet {sometimes sour} Arianna.  You bring such joy to our lives than we could have ever imagined.  We love more because of you, we laugh more because of you, we kiss and hug more because of you (and we also clean more because of you) and we certainly enjoy every minute of you.  You are our other ray of sunshine we have the pleasure of cherishing every day with and we thank God who has blessed us beyond our wildest dreams. Happy Birthday!

Love,
Mommy 

Oh Internet, I have a serious case of writer’s block.   I feel like I have tons to write about, but for some reason the words won’t release from my brain to my blog. Gah, don’t you hate it when that happens?  And to be honest with you, I think it’s all because my Packers lost in the playoffs this last weekend.  And for all my football fans out there, I am seriously embarrassed at how horrible my Packers played.  It took everything I could to finish watching that game.  Something was off.  They just didn’t seem in the right frame of mind, so therefore, I demand a do-over.

And due to my serious case of writer’s block, I’ll end this post with a “Go Patriots”.  Did I just seriously say that?  Shhh, please don’t tell my husband.

HAPPY THURSDAY!

(and a post is always better with a picture)