Happy Birthday Harper Grace
Aunt Katie & Uncle Rusty love you VERY much :)
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Happy Birthday Harper!
This past weekend was very exciting for a very special little girl. Our niece, Harper Grace, had her 2nd birthday!!! I can't believe that she is 2 already- how time flies. Over the past two years, Rusty and I have watched this precious little girl grow into a smart, sweet, and very loving little girl. She LOVES her family and talks about them regularly. She even talks about the "two babies" in Aunt Katie's tummy (which makes me happy) & even knows that their names are "Hadley" and "Aba Dames (Ava James)!" Her birthday party was actually at my parent's tailgating spot for the Auburn vs. LSU game. The theme was Aubie- one of Harper's favorite characters.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Sugar & Spice
So it has been FOREVER since I have updated our blog! If anyone has stalked my Facebook page, you are most likely updated on our two little miracles- BUT I figured I would write a post about it anyways. I am currently 29 weeks, 3 days...
We found out we are having TWO LITTLE GIRLS! Rusty will be an amazing Daddy to two little girls. He loves that most little girls worship the ground their Daddy walks on, and that Mommy is almost ALWAYS the bad guy :) The doctors still refer to the babies as "Baby A" and "Baby B." Baby A is the baby closest to the cervix. We actually knew Baby A was a girl WAY before we knew Baby B was also. Baby A (who we have named Hadley Kate) showed NO SHAME when it came to what gender she was. Baby B (who we have named Ava James) was a little more modest- she kept her legs crossed for ultrasound after ultrasound, until FINALLY at about 17 weeks she changed positions and the tech could see her "parts."
As far as the pregnancy goes, we have been extremely blessed. Most twin pregnancies come with a long list of complications. So far, I have had NONE! All multiple pregnancies are considered high risk. Dr. Dupre has said that for a high risk patient, I am as low risk as I can possibly be. I have swelling like you wouldn't believe, but we can thank Alabama weather for the majority of that. Hot and humid definitely do not help! I get out of breath regularly, but that is mainly because Ava James' head is positioned directly under my diaphragm. My once perfect complexion has disappeared :( The hormones from TWO babies have tricked my skin into thinking that it is 15 years old again. BUT that is a price I am willing to pay :) The morning sickness lasted until I was 13 weeks or so and has thankfully stayed away! I have gained a total of 42 pounds so far!!!! Believe it or not, I am extremely proud of every single pound. My doctors and I were worried that I wouldn't be able to gain the weight needed to ensure healthy growth of both babies. I normally find it extremely hard to gain weight...But OH MAN were we wrong!!! I eat more than Rusty at most meals- which is definitely saying something, believe me. My appetite has actually started to slow some since the babies are getting bigger and pushing on my stomach. Hopefully the weight will come off as easily as it came, but I know that is just wishful thinking :(
The girls are both currently breached (head up) and seem to be very comfortable that way. There was once a possibility that I would be able to avoid a c-section. Unfortunately, the babies are starting to run out of room to turn and therefore it is looking more and more like we will be having a c-section. We are both fine with that, I just dread the recovery period. As long as my girls get here safely, I will be happy. They are both facing each other and seem to be punching and kicking each other constantly. During one of my last ultrasounds, Hadley was kicking Ava James in the gut- I'm sure she enjoyed that :) I constantly feel them move now which is so exciting :) I can feel Ava James move more than I can feel Hadley- that is primarily because of their position. Hadley sits back towards my back bone more than Ava James. At my last appointment (which was two days ago) Hadley weighed 2 lbs 7 oz, and Ava James weighed 2 lbs 4 oz. Dr. Dupre seemed VERY happy with their weight and growth. They will both most likely be "petite," as the ultrasound tech said, but they will still be within normal range. There was once a slight concern that Ava James wasn't growing as well as Hadley, but she has caught up beautifully!
I still don't know why God has blessed Rusty and I so much, but I am forever thankful. Every little kick, punch, or roll I feel is a reminder of God's love for me, you, EVERYONE. I can't wait to finally hold our baby girls and let them know how much we love them already.
Please continue to pray for healthy babies and a healthy delivery!
We found out we are having TWO LITTLE GIRLS! Rusty will be an amazing Daddy to two little girls. He loves that most little girls worship the ground their Daddy walks on, and that Mommy is almost ALWAYS the bad guy :) The doctors still refer to the babies as "Baby A" and "Baby B." Baby A is the baby closest to the cervix. We actually knew Baby A was a girl WAY before we knew Baby B was also. Baby A (who we have named Hadley Kate) showed NO SHAME when it came to what gender she was. Baby B (who we have named Ava James) was a little more modest- she kept her legs crossed for ultrasound after ultrasound, until FINALLY at about 17 weeks she changed positions and the tech could see her "parts."
As far as the pregnancy goes, we have been extremely blessed. Most twin pregnancies come with a long list of complications. So far, I have had NONE! All multiple pregnancies are considered high risk. Dr. Dupre has said that for a high risk patient, I am as low risk as I can possibly be. I have swelling like you wouldn't believe, but we can thank Alabama weather for the majority of that. Hot and humid definitely do not help! I get out of breath regularly, but that is mainly because Ava James' head is positioned directly under my diaphragm. My once perfect complexion has disappeared :( The hormones from TWO babies have tricked my skin into thinking that it is 15 years old again. BUT that is a price I am willing to pay :) The morning sickness lasted until I was 13 weeks or so and has thankfully stayed away! I have gained a total of 42 pounds so far!!!! Believe it or not, I am extremely proud of every single pound. My doctors and I were worried that I wouldn't be able to gain the weight needed to ensure healthy growth of both babies. I normally find it extremely hard to gain weight...But OH MAN were we wrong!!! I eat more than Rusty at most meals- which is definitely saying something, believe me. My appetite has actually started to slow some since the babies are getting bigger and pushing on my stomach. Hopefully the weight will come off as easily as it came, but I know that is just wishful thinking :(
The girls are both currently breached (head up) and seem to be very comfortable that way. There was once a possibility that I would be able to avoid a c-section. Unfortunately, the babies are starting to run out of room to turn and therefore it is looking more and more like we will be having a c-section. We are both fine with that, I just dread the recovery period. As long as my girls get here safely, I will be happy. They are both facing each other and seem to be punching and kicking each other constantly. During one of my last ultrasounds, Hadley was kicking Ava James in the gut- I'm sure she enjoyed that :) I constantly feel them move now which is so exciting :) I can feel Ava James move more than I can feel Hadley- that is primarily because of their position. Hadley sits back towards my back bone more than Ava James. At my last appointment (which was two days ago) Hadley weighed 2 lbs 7 oz, and Ava James weighed 2 lbs 4 oz. Dr. Dupre seemed VERY happy with their weight and growth. They will both most likely be "petite," as the ultrasound tech said, but they will still be within normal range. There was once a slight concern that Ava James wasn't growing as well as Hadley, but she has caught up beautifully!
I still don't know why God has blessed Rusty and I so much, but I am forever thankful. Every little kick, punch, or roll I feel is a reminder of God's love for me, you, EVERYONE. I can't wait to finally hold our baby girls and let them know how much we love them already.
Please continue to pray for healthy babies and a healthy delivery!
Friday, April 13, 2012
And They Came By the Twos...
RUSTY AND I ARE EXPECTING TWINS!!!
Our two bundles of joy will arrive sometime in late October, early November. My official due date is November 19th, but most twins comes early- normally around 36 weeks or so.
It only took one cycle of Follistim shots! Normally, most couples do not get pregnant on their first round on Follistim. Both Rusty and I, and the doctors, were VERY surprised! With Follistim, we had a 20% (or less) chance of having twins. We obviously fall within that percentage! Doubly blessed :)
At the current moment I am struggling with the joys of morning sickness. NOT FUN! Some days are worse than others, and afternoons are definiately worse than mornings. Lately, I seem to live off ice cream and cheeseburgers. However, I wouldn't trade it for the world! He has answered our prayers and we are forever thankful.
Please keep us and the babies in your prayers! We pray that I will have a happy and healthy pregnancy and that both "buns" will "bake" as long as possible! :)
Like I said in my previous post (Our Journey to Baby), it will be (and was) all worth it. All the tears and struggles of infertility will be worth it as soon as we get to hold our two miracle babies. We are so, so incredibly blessed. We serve a mighty, merciful, and loving God!
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose."
Romans 8:28
Our two bundles of joy will arrive sometime in late October, early November. My official due date is November 19th, but most twins comes early- normally around 36 weeks or so.
It only took one cycle of Follistim shots! Normally, most couples do not get pregnant on their first round on Follistim. Both Rusty and I, and the doctors, were VERY surprised! With Follistim, we had a 20% (or less) chance of having twins. We obviously fall within that percentage! Doubly blessed :)
At the current moment I am struggling with the joys of morning sickness. NOT FUN! Some days are worse than others, and afternoons are definiately worse than mornings. Lately, I seem to live off ice cream and cheeseburgers. However, I wouldn't trade it for the world! He has answered our prayers and we are forever thankful.
Please keep us and the babies in your prayers! We pray that I will have a happy and healthy pregnancy and that both "buns" will "bake" as long as possible! :)
Like I said in my previous post (Our Journey to Baby), it will be (and was) all worth it. All the tears and struggles of infertility will be worth it as soon as we get to hold our two miracle babies. We are so, so incredibly blessed. We serve a mighty, merciful, and loving God!
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose."
Romans 8:28
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Our Journey to Baby...
Very few know the struggle that Rusty and I have had while trying to conceive our first child. Infertility affects 1 in 4 couples. With that being said, I know there are others out there that share our struggle. Maybe, just maybe, by sharing our story, we can help others along the way!
Here is our story...
Rusty and I decided to start trying for a baby in August of 2011. After coming off birth control, I immediately noticed that my body wasn't "working right." Most women will understand what I mean...we notice when things are "off." On one of my annual visits, I mentioned to my OB-GYN some of my concerns. He mentioned that I might not be ovulating well, or I may not even be ovulating at all. As most of us learned in Anatomy, if a woman doesn't ovulate, there is no possibility of getting pregnant. The doctor ran some blood work to determine whether or not this was the issue. If I wasn't ovulating, my progesterone level would be very low.
A few day later, the blood work was returned and determined that I had low progesterone. Just as my doctor had suspected, I was not ovulating. Not at all. Not even a little bit. A normal progesterone level would be any where from 8-10. Mine was a 1.9. I was crushed. This was my worst nightmare. From the time I was a little girl I knew I wanted to be a Mommy. I felt that God wanted that for me. Now I wasn't so sure...
My doctor (OB-GYN) put me a low dose of Clomid. Clomid is the most common fertility drug, used to stimulate ovulation in women who have trouble conceiving. The plan was for me to take a months worth of Clomid, try to conceive, and then come back in 21 days for more blood work to test my progesterone levels again. If the Clomid was working, then the progesterone level should have increased.
But it didn't. In fact, my progesterone level dropped! My first reaction was "HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN?!" It went from a 1.9 before medication, to a 0.8 after medication. I was once again, crushed. I immediately called my doctor back. I wanted answers. I wanted to know WHY I had low progesterone? What more we could do to fix it? How did he know something else wasn't wrong? Or that something else wasn't the cause for my low progesterone? The nurse I spoke with refused to let me speak with my doctor (OB-GYN). She then told me that they would not run any more tests until we had been on Clomid for 6 months. That seemed very backwards to Rusty and I. Wouldn't they want to test me for everything first? And then determine a treatment plan?! It made no sense....
After speaking with a friend that had gone through infertility and spending many nights praying for answers, we realized that we needed to seek the advice of a true fertility specialist. From the second I called the fertility clinic I knew we were on the right track! Everyone was very understanding and considerate of the difficult situation that Rusty and I were going through.
The first appointment we had with the fertility specialists showed that I had developed a large, and I mean LARGE, cyst on my right ovary. Most likely, the cyst was from the cycle of Clomid that my OB-GYN had prescribed. Had I continued with the treatment plan that my OB-GYN had set up for us (6 months of Clomid), the cyst would have most likely ruptured, possibly putting me in the hospital. Since the cyst was so large, we had to wait until it went away to start another round of fertilty treatments...
Another set back. I can't say that I was surprised at the time. It seemed like every time I turned around it was something else...another dose of bad news. At this point, I was beyond upset...I was mad.
To make everything a little bit lighter and more comical, I named the large cyst on my ovary Cathy. Before I left the fertility specialist that day, I told the nurse that I would be back soon- we were going to PRAY CATHY AWAY! And guess what?! We did! Exactly one week later, the cyst that was once the size of a lemon was almost completely gone. BAM! And now were ready for some serious fertility treatments!!!
My fertility specialist, Dr. Houserman, prescribed us injectable medication called Follistim. I would give myself shots in the stomach everyday for 6-12 days and be monitored constantly by ultrasound and blood work. I was constantly at Dr. Houserman's office! Whenever I had mature follicles, Rusty would then give me a shot in the hip which would make me ovulate. In laymen's terms, a woman's eggs are inside a follicle- when a follicle measures 18mm, it is ready to ovulate! After ovulation, then you can actually try to get pregnant!
I will never forget talking with my mom on the phone the night I found out something was wrong. I told my mom that I was angry- angry with God. She told me something that I will never forget, "Tell Him- talk to Him about it. Its not like He doesn't already know!" From that day on I spent most nights just talking to God. I prayed for understanding, as well. I think I prayed for understanding more than I prayed for a baby. I just wanted to be "okay" again. I felt so broken. Like something was wrong with me. Like it was something I brought on myself. I felt horrible- that Rusty would never get to have children, because of me. Because of my broken body. I am ashamed to say, I almost lost my faith. There were days that my faith in God was running on "E."
For a very long time, I was angry with God. Actually, I was FURIOUS with God. I wasted many days asking "Why me, Lord?" I could not understand why God would choose this path for Rusty and I. Why does every drug addict get pregnant and have a baby, but not me? Why do women who abort their babies get pregnant, but not me? We are responsible adults. We have the financial means to raise a child. We have a loving home that serves the Lord. WHY NOT US?!
As time went on, I came to understand that God chose this path for Rusty and I for reasons that we will never understand. We aren't meant to understand God's path for us, or why He does certain things. I like to think that God chose us to go through infertility because He knew we could handle it. Whether that is why or not, we will never know.
What have I learned from all this?! I have learned several things...
(1). Evil will use EVERY opportunity to turn you away from the Lord. Satan himself saw our struggle as the perfect opportunity to turn me from God.
(2). I am so thankful for Rusty. If wasn't for him offering a shoulder for me to cry on every night, I think I would have given up a long time ago. I am so blessed that God chose him for me, and me for him. I would rather go through the struggle of infertility with him every day than go through a normal pregnancy with anyone else. He is the most compassionate, loving, patient, and kind human being that I know and I am forever grateful for him. He is my hero.
(3). Infertility has made our marriage stronger. I feel as though our marriage is more solid today then it was before our struggle with infertility. I feel like we can conquer anything! Our wedding vows mean more to me now then they did the day of our wedding. "For better, for worse. In sickness and in health."
(4). God always has perfect timing. You may not see it that way, but it is all part of His master plan!
(5). He will never give you more than you can handle.
(6). He will test your faith...daily. Sometimes even hourly! Don't fail the test :)
(7). He never promised it was going to be easy, He just promised that it would be worth it. One day, all the let-downs, all the tears, all the pricks from needles, and being probed like some kind of alien science project, will all be worth it when we get to hold a child of our own- a perfect product of Rusty and I.
Here is our story...
Rusty and I decided to start trying for a baby in August of 2011. After coming off birth control, I immediately noticed that my body wasn't "working right." Most women will understand what I mean...we notice when things are "off." On one of my annual visits, I mentioned to my OB-GYN some of my concerns. He mentioned that I might not be ovulating well, or I may not even be ovulating at all. As most of us learned in Anatomy, if a woman doesn't ovulate, there is no possibility of getting pregnant. The doctor ran some blood work to determine whether or not this was the issue. If I wasn't ovulating, my progesterone level would be very low.
A few day later, the blood work was returned and determined that I had low progesterone. Just as my doctor had suspected, I was not ovulating. Not at all. Not even a little bit. A normal progesterone level would be any where from 8-10. Mine was a 1.9. I was crushed. This was my worst nightmare. From the time I was a little girl I knew I wanted to be a Mommy. I felt that God wanted that for me. Now I wasn't so sure...
My doctor (OB-GYN) put me a low dose of Clomid. Clomid is the most common fertility drug, used to stimulate ovulation in women who have trouble conceiving. The plan was for me to take a months worth of Clomid, try to conceive, and then come back in 21 days for more blood work to test my progesterone levels again. If the Clomid was working, then the progesterone level should have increased.
But it didn't. In fact, my progesterone level dropped! My first reaction was "HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN?!" It went from a 1.9 before medication, to a 0.8 after medication. I was once again, crushed. I immediately called my doctor back. I wanted answers. I wanted to know WHY I had low progesterone? What more we could do to fix it? How did he know something else wasn't wrong? Or that something else wasn't the cause for my low progesterone? The nurse I spoke with refused to let me speak with my doctor (OB-GYN). She then told me that they would not run any more tests until we had been on Clomid for 6 months. That seemed very backwards to Rusty and I. Wouldn't they want to test me for everything first? And then determine a treatment plan?! It made no sense....
After speaking with a friend that had gone through infertility and spending many nights praying for answers, we realized that we needed to seek the advice of a true fertility specialist. From the second I called the fertility clinic I knew we were on the right track! Everyone was very understanding and considerate of the difficult situation that Rusty and I were going through.
The first appointment we had with the fertility specialists showed that I had developed a large, and I mean LARGE, cyst on my right ovary. Most likely, the cyst was from the cycle of Clomid that my OB-GYN had prescribed. Had I continued with the treatment plan that my OB-GYN had set up for us (6 months of Clomid), the cyst would have most likely ruptured, possibly putting me in the hospital. Since the cyst was so large, we had to wait until it went away to start another round of fertilty treatments...
Another set back. I can't say that I was surprised at the time. It seemed like every time I turned around it was something else...another dose of bad news. At this point, I was beyond upset...I was mad.
To make everything a little bit lighter and more comical, I named the large cyst on my ovary Cathy. Before I left the fertility specialist that day, I told the nurse that I would be back soon- we were going to PRAY CATHY AWAY! And guess what?! We did! Exactly one week later, the cyst that was once the size of a lemon was almost completely gone. BAM! And now were ready for some serious fertility treatments!!!
My fertility specialist, Dr. Houserman, prescribed us injectable medication called Follistim. I would give myself shots in the stomach everyday for 6-12 days and be monitored constantly by ultrasound and blood work. I was constantly at Dr. Houserman's office! Whenever I had mature follicles, Rusty would then give me a shot in the hip which would make me ovulate. In laymen's terms, a woman's eggs are inside a follicle- when a follicle measures 18mm, it is ready to ovulate! After ovulation, then you can actually try to get pregnant!
I will never forget talking with my mom on the phone the night I found out something was wrong. I told my mom that I was angry- angry with God. She told me something that I will never forget, "Tell Him- talk to Him about it. Its not like He doesn't already know!" From that day on I spent most nights just talking to God. I prayed for understanding, as well. I think I prayed for understanding more than I prayed for a baby. I just wanted to be "okay" again. I felt so broken. Like something was wrong with me. Like it was something I brought on myself. I felt horrible- that Rusty would never get to have children, because of me. Because of my broken body. I am ashamed to say, I almost lost my faith. There were days that my faith in God was running on "E."
For a very long time, I was angry with God. Actually, I was FURIOUS with God. I wasted many days asking "Why me, Lord?" I could not understand why God would choose this path for Rusty and I. Why does every drug addict get pregnant and have a baby, but not me? Why do women who abort their babies get pregnant, but not me? We are responsible adults. We have the financial means to raise a child. We have a loving home that serves the Lord. WHY NOT US?!
As time went on, I came to understand that God chose this path for Rusty and I for reasons that we will never understand. We aren't meant to understand God's path for us, or why He does certain things. I like to think that God chose us to go through infertility because He knew we could handle it. Whether that is why or not, we will never know.
What have I learned from all this?! I have learned several things...
(1). Evil will use EVERY opportunity to turn you away from the Lord. Satan himself saw our struggle as the perfect opportunity to turn me from God.
(2). I am so thankful for Rusty. If wasn't for him offering a shoulder for me to cry on every night, I think I would have given up a long time ago. I am so blessed that God chose him for me, and me for him. I would rather go through the struggle of infertility with him every day than go through a normal pregnancy with anyone else. He is the most compassionate, loving, patient, and kind human being that I know and I am forever grateful for him. He is my hero.
(3). Infertility has made our marriage stronger. I feel as though our marriage is more solid today then it was before our struggle with infertility. I feel like we can conquer anything! Our wedding vows mean more to me now then they did the day of our wedding. "For better, for worse. In sickness and in health."
(4). God always has perfect timing. You may not see it that way, but it is all part of His master plan!
(5). He will never give you more than you can handle.
(6). He will test your faith...daily. Sometimes even hourly! Don't fail the test :)
(7). He never promised it was going to be easy, He just promised that it would be worth it. One day, all the let-downs, all the tears, all the pricks from needles, and being probed like some kind of alien science project, will all be worth it when we get to hold a child of our own- a perfect product of Rusty and I.
Friday, June 3, 2011
"Hello, God here..."
God has certain ways of grabbing our attention and testing our faith. With that being said...
I am pretty sure everyone recognizes the date April 27, 2011. For those of you who dont, you obviously so not live in the South. A historical tornado ourbreak ripped through Alabama that day. It was on that day that so many people lost family, friends, pets, possessions...everything. My family, thankfully, was not immediately effected in any way by the storms that passed through Alabama. I say not "immediately" effected, because I think everyone in Alabama was effected by these stroms in some way.
Like most everyone that day, I was glued to the tv watching The Weather Channel. Now that I know the death toll, I am chilled to the bone. I watched the EF4 tornado, live on tv, cut through Tuscaloosa and Birmingham, Alabama. I now realize that by watching those tornadoes live, that I was ultimately watching hundreds of people die, thousands of people being injured, and millions of people lose everything they owned.
I knew I had to do something to help the people who were effected by these storms. I think I would have felt guilty had I just sat back, watched the news, and prayed. I had to do more. My family and friends decided to help in Eclectic, Alabama three days after the tornado hit. I have never been so humbled and so greatful to be able to help. It was a blessing for me to be able to help!
Please continue to pray for ALL of those effected by these storms and help anyway that you can!
Here are some pictures from the day we helped in Eclectic...
I am pretty sure everyone recognizes the date April 27, 2011. For those of you who dont, you obviously so not live in the South. A historical tornado ourbreak ripped through Alabama that day. It was on that day that so many people lost family, friends, pets, possessions...everything. My family, thankfully, was not immediately effected in any way by the storms that passed through Alabama. I say not "immediately" effected, because I think everyone in Alabama was effected by these stroms in some way.
Like most everyone that day, I was glued to the tv watching The Weather Channel. Now that I know the death toll, I am chilled to the bone. I watched the EF4 tornado, live on tv, cut through Tuscaloosa and Birmingham, Alabama. I now realize that by watching those tornadoes live, that I was ultimately watching hundreds of people die, thousands of people being injured, and millions of people lose everything they owned.
I knew I had to do something to help the people who were effected by these storms. I think I would have felt guilty had I just sat back, watched the news, and prayed. I had to do more. My family and friends decided to help in Eclectic, Alabama three days after the tornado hit. I have never been so humbled and so greatful to be able to help. It was a blessing for me to be able to help!
Please continue to pray for ALL of those effected by these storms and help anyway that you can!
Here are some pictures from the day we helped in Eclectic...
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Parents...
Its funny...as a little kid, our parents can do no wrong. They are our heroes. Then as we get older, into our teenage years, we cant seem to get far enough away from them! Then, the tides change again, and as we get older, get married, and start having children, our parents are once again these incredible, intelligent, super heroes.
What got me thinking about this was the fun weekend Rusty and I shared with my parents at their lake home! I LOVE spending time with my parents now that I have gotten older. I also can't seem to absorb enough of their advice. I have realized thay they are more like friends than this authority figure that likes to constantly tell me how to live my life. I truly dont know what Rusty and I would do without them! From everything from financial, spiritual, and relationship advice to "do-it-yourself" home projects, they have always been there ready and willing to help in anyway possible.
I am one of the lucky girls our there- Most fathers and son-in-laws always have some kind of weird tension between them. After all, some random guy comes along and sweeps a Daddy's daughter off of her feet and before you know it she is grown woman with her own family. Fortunately for me, Rusty and my dad are best friends. They LOVE to do "manly" things together- anything from kayaking to fixing our rotting carport. They talk to each other just about every day whether it be over email, by phone, or by text message. I tell Rusty and all the time that he is my fathers clone. They are so much alike it scares me sometimes. Everything from over-analyzing EVERYTHING situation, to ALWAYS keeping an ink pin in their front pocket. guess it is true...you do marry a man just like your father.
Another blessing is that fact that I get to work hand-in-hand with my mom. She is such an incredible and intelligent business woman, and an even better life teacher. We always fuss and fight with each other (we are two women/mother and daughter after all) but as soon as we get angry, we forget why we were even mad in the first place. I am told constantly that I have my mothers smile and that I look just like her. That is such a conmpliment because I believe my mother is the most beautiful woman in the world- both inside and out. We are so lucky and so blessed...
As Rusty and I start our life together and discuss starting a family, I realize that we are very fortunate people. We hope and pray that one day we can be amazing parents just like our own.
What got me thinking about this was the fun weekend Rusty and I shared with my parents at their lake home! I LOVE spending time with my parents now that I have gotten older. I also can't seem to absorb enough of their advice. I have realized thay they are more like friends than this authority figure that likes to constantly tell me how to live my life. I truly dont know what Rusty and I would do without them! From everything from financial, spiritual, and relationship advice to "do-it-yourself" home projects, they have always been there ready and willing to help in anyway possible.
I am one of the lucky girls our there- Most fathers and son-in-laws always have some kind of weird tension between them. After all, some random guy comes along and sweeps a Daddy's daughter off of her feet and before you know it she is grown woman with her own family. Fortunately for me, Rusty and my dad are best friends. They LOVE to do "manly" things together- anything from kayaking to fixing our rotting carport. They talk to each other just about every day whether it be over email, by phone, or by text message. I tell Rusty and all the time that he is my fathers clone. They are so much alike it scares me sometimes. Everything from over-analyzing EVERYTHING situation, to ALWAYS keeping an ink pin in their front pocket. guess it is true...you do marry a man just like your father.
Another blessing is that fact that I get to work hand-in-hand with my mom. She is such an incredible and intelligent business woman, and an even better life teacher. We always fuss and fight with each other (we are two women/mother and daughter after all) but as soon as we get angry, we forget why we were even mad in the first place. I am told constantly that I have my mothers smile and that I look just like her. That is such a conmpliment because I believe my mother is the most beautiful woman in the world- both inside and out. We are so lucky and so blessed...
As Rusty and I start our life together and discuss starting a family, I realize that we are very fortunate people. We hope and pray that one day we can be amazing parents just like our own.
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