Sunday, May 12, 2013

How I love these children.

I'm blogging from the iPad for the first time, so if this all looks a bit funny, that's why. That's because Brady has done something funny to the computer that we can't quite figure out yet.
It's a happy Mothers Day simply because I'm home with my family, exactly what my heart desires. 

   As far back as I can remember, I never really had the urge to become famous, to become a doctor or a lawyer, or anything of the sort. I suppose it's because I looked up to mom as, well, a mom...and sort of always kept it with me. I thought a woman's job was to keep a clean house, meals on the table, and take care of her children while dad was gone to work. No, it's definitely not the most glamorous of careers, but it's what I saw, so it's what I know. Never once did I wake up and say, "One day, I'll be a hairstylist" either. I somehow fell into these roles because of my unrecognized passion for creativity and opened my eyes to the importance of a child's upbringing. So, now I'm here doing a lot of both and juggling every other "side" job in the meantime. Meaning, we also have two dogs that need more attention than we're giving right now. It's not something Brian and I need to sit down and discuss, it's understood how much we once loved these dogs and now, we're simply too busy to love them like they deserve. Anyone looking for a curly-haired lap dog named Lilly or a very protective gentle giant named Diesel, I'm all ears. To a good home, that is. 

   Anyway, there's something about the month of May that has always brought the "changing of seasons" far beyond the temperature. Two Mays, two years apart we shared the life changing news of beginning parenthood. Lately, I've been feeling something new on it's way. Something exciting and also life changing. If you've been following my blog, you understand where my heart belongs. Brian and I rarely sit down to talk, maybe because we're too busy, maybe because we roll along easily taking things as they come. It's been three days ago that we sat outside, late and after dark, discussing our lives like a timeline. My heart belongs to my family. I've always been one to follow my heart because first listening to my heart, second, using my head, along with hard work and determination has never once let me down. That's how I became a hairstylist, you know.

   The road ahead, believe me, will have it's challenging days, I know that for sure. Our lifestyle is about to change drastically. 
But I'm not attached to it, we'll be just fine.
My decision is for my children's sake. Brian gave the best word of advice "it's all about long term, Morgan." So here we go. I want our children to be raised the wisest way I know. I want Brady and Marcy to understand responsibility, learn selflessness, and use their resources, because there are plenty that we've yet to take advantage of. I want them as adults to feel a need for necessities and not just luxuries. I want them to live experiences, not just buy them. To long for and enjoy God's gifts in life, and not waste their years with attachment to passing things. There's no guarantee they'll take any of this with them, but I'll remember that I've done everything I can as a mother to provide wisdom to these children for their adult life! That being said, I can ramble on forever...Brian and I have decided that I'll be a full time stay-at-home mother until these babies have started school. If you know me well, you know my job as a hairstylist has been one of the biggest blessings in my life. We're planning to begin our little journey towards the end of the summer. I'm not putting the scissors down forever, either. This is a few years (I myself have witnessed the incredible speed at which time passes) at the very most. 

  We're stepping out on faith and a strict budget, believing our income and patience can stretch far beyond what it ever has. I'm looking forward to this as an adventure and a change of lifestyle, because I enjoy change, no matter the circumstance. I can adapt pretty well. Or so I think. 

Here's to a "new life" and the lessons we're bound to learn together along the way.
*Happy Mother's Day*


Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Picnics in the park.

Some days just happen on their own, and some days you have to make happen yourself.
The house was clean and I didn't want that to, we left
The weight of the stroller was sort of unnecessary, but (thanks to Ellie for her help with the kids) our picnic on the baseball field had Brady laughing, screaming and singing all over the place. 
...And his shoes were off in a matter of seconds.

A true boy, always excited for a new adventure.
Why can't we all stay as curious and lively as adults? Still, he teaches me things I never knew I missed. Life really shouldn't be so serious, and it doesn't last forever... Picnics on baseball fields should be a trip taken on any given day. Kids don't need new toys. They don't need busy work, and they don't want routine. They need an adventure, and their parents to stay young with them. Something new to learn... 
A change of scenery.
Marcy on the other hand, she'll be thrown in the middle of adventure. I'm counting my blessings every time I see her smile and hear her sweet laugh. It is true, your love does multiply with two. 
I melt for wild Brady and adore my sweet Marcy.

Growing through our fence in the backyard is this beautiful thing. Don't ask me what it is, I'm just bad at that. I do know it made me happy enough to snap a picture.  Finally everything is green and blooming and with all this rain...thriving!
After our playtime in the park this afternoon, I promised myself more trips for the kids this season. They certainly wouldn't mind. 
These times are so precious, 
I never ever want them to end. 

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Living with intention. Life in the south as a wife, mama, hairstylist, and food lover.