Day Zero

Let's get this started! Second time is a charm right? Or is this the third? Either way, I'm excited about this one. I went to Pinterest to find some ideas of things to do for my list, and it was interesting to see the varying levels of completion as well as the lists of other bloggers.

2016 {goals}

Whether or not you write them down, or tell others there is a strong chance that you will make New Years Resolutions. Lose weight, read more, cook at home more yada-yada. Generally the resolutions are generic, yet occasionally meaningful and inspiring. I don't think I shared mine last year, and the only reason I'm sharing them this year is so that I can keep myself accountable through you.

2016

Every new year hold the sparkle of excitement, newness, and wonder.
Yet the 2016 is holding the sparkle of beautiful and exciting wanderlust.

With the New Year there is already a loose yet slightly substantial schedule of things I'm so eager to accomplish, see, create, and achieve. It is all so exciting; I can't wait for January 1st to arrive so I can take everyone on the amazing journey it will be!

The {end} is close...

woo-hoo!

The end has happened(for this semester)!! I can not tell you how happy I am that this semester is over. For some reason, looking back it wasn't as evil as it seemed while being in it. But then I remember how bad it was in the moment, yet also looking back I also see how I made the situations so rough.

{craving} for Change

This post is honestly tremendously silly and unimportant compared to what's going on in Paris. 

Which is absolutely terrible; my thoughts, my heart and my prayers are with France 200%, as well as the other countries that were hit with tragedy this weekend. I truly wish I could help. 

{photo credit goes to Facebook, where a dear friend posted this photo. This is not my creation.}

But, I wanted to give you a better post than the previous. 

I tremendously wanted to give you a nice update. Fun one. An up-beat one. 

All of your {littleness}

**

Sweet girl,

For the a few weeks, or months, you've been so frequently placing your tiny hand on my face at night as we lay in bed about to fall asleep. 

More often than not I swipe your hand away, pleading you to stop, then roughly informing you 'enough is enough'.

There's {hope}, but

It scares me.

I'm going to apologize now. This is probably going to be a very rambled post, I'll do my best to keep it all together and easy to follow.

Now while I was doing a bit of looking into the Obamacare that ya know, we all have to have now, uhm, I discovered that a few of the plans cover depression. Whoo-hoo! Excitement! Right?! I can start having all of my problems taken care of, I can not feel so much of everything and so much of nothing. I can concentrate. I can not feel like I'm a terrible mother. I can breathe {physically and metaphorically}. I can explore what happiness truly is. Maybe be a real true thorough optimist, or sleep properly, or eat properly or focus like I always try and need to.

But then it becomes scary.

{I love you}

Those three words.
Heavy words.
Tremendously heavy when put in such an order, yet individually they are quite light.

Many people believe that 'love' is tossed around so lightly these days in random conversation about unworthy objects or not truly meant when said about a person. So I have found that I intend to use it more often in the 'proper' context, with the proper meaning.

Yet it is so sad how easily such a phrase is thrown around so hollowly, so often. So my dearest daughter, I need you to remember* this because this is important.

Avoiding blogging

I've fully written one post, partially written another... Contemplated about 15more...

Yet I have been avoiding this. Writing one and pushing that 'publish' button. Honestly, I'm not fully sure why. Partially due to the fully written post and how so quickly after finishing it I... What's the word?... Went down hill?

That seems fair. 

Some really exciting, big GREAT news..

LittleMiss finally knows most of her paternal family. It kills me how belated this post is, but unfortunately I have been terribly busy. Just before LittleMiss' 14month birthday she got to meet her other side of the family, all except for her... biological father. Unfortunately that is possibly the best title I can muster. Anyways, by happenstance I ran into his sister. Actually she was a table I waited on. That day I realized how terrible it was that she had family here, in Arkansas, an arms reach away but she had never met them. They had never met her. There was so much love that she was not experiencing.