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Family Time Communication Questions

Every evening our family sits down together to eat. It get's a little crazy here, especially on the days we have all seven, but I know that no matter how hectic the day gets, I can always look forward to the uninterrupted family time that I so cherish. We go around the table asking specific questions about each other's day and talk about anything we feel we need to, highs and lows.

Gosh, I can't tell you how good it feels to have that open dialogue and the wonders it does for our closeness. I can't recommend it enough. If you're like me, you're always scouting refreshing ways to talk to your spouse and your kiddos. I stumbled upon a sweet little list today that may help you out.

*Long side note*
This list is specific to school aged children, but don't forget to ask your spouse about their day and let the children join in the conversation. Often, we forget to talk about what we do all day when we are not around our kids, but discussing our work with children can better expand their knowledge and understanding of the world and how things work. and to the parents who are able to stay at home or work from home, your job (really... JOBS) may seem mundane at times, maybe even seemingly unimportant, but it is a huge responsibility and discussing it with children and your spouse is not only cathartic, but just as informative to your spouse and children.

25 Ways to Ask Your Kids 'So How Was School Today?' Without Asking Them 'So How Was School Today?'

Warrior Roots: History Brought to Light

My history was a long story. It's one of betrayal, illness, plot twists, death and vikings. Are you read for a read? Here it is:

Colleen Stafford, born in Bellingham, Washington in the 50's, twice divorced, mother of one,  was diagnosed in the 80's with one of the worst cases of MS seen by Washington doctors. Every specialist she saw gave her a short life expectancy but offered trial medications. She lost the ability to feel her lower extremities and with a grim diagnosis she found comfort at the bars and in the arms of strange men. She began an affair with the married neighbor across the street and soon found herself pregnant with me. She and her sister asked the man to be involved but he turn them away and told them to stop calling on him because they were going to ruin his family.

The doctors advised my mother to have an abortion. Her medical state and the medications she had to take had the doctors convinced that there was no chance I'd be born healthy and would likely die in the womb. They also advised that pregnancy would most definitely paralyze her and worsen her symptoms. She fought the pain and had me anyway... healthy against all odds. Her condition DID get worse and I was eventually placed in foster care with her brother (my uncle) while my older sister was placed in the care of her biological father. I was eventually adopted right before I turned 8, but I rarely ever saw my sister after the age of 3 and longed desperately for her, sending cards, letters and eventually emails without ever receiving a response.

Fast forward to 2000, my biological aunt gave me a newspaper clipping of a man's obituary
and told me that the man in photo was my father and that he had just died in a motorcycle accident. I never new him, I felt no emotion for him and filed the clipping away with my adoption paperwork and few cherished photos.


2004, Married and looking at my newborn son, I started to reminisce about family and wonder about my own parentage. I dug out my old box of keepsakes and really looked at the obituary for the first time. I began to wonder about his next of kin listed. Did he ever tell them about me? Was he really my dad? I am certain there was a possibility I wasn't his. How would his kids react if I looked them up and asked for a DNA test so I could have closure. The dread of potentially ruining someone's idea of their dad was worse than not having my answers (especially if a DNA test proved that we weren't related and it was all for nothing), so I closed the chapter in my life and moved on.

2013. Newly divorced and unpacking my new apartment, I ran across my paperwork. My biological mother lost her mind when I was little and took her final rest in 2011, so it's not like I could ask her for more information about it. I was finally ready to take the chance. The pain of rejection from my potential siblings wouldn't have been anything compared to the pain of my husband's betrayal that I had just started to grow from. I figured I'd have a better chance at a less emotional conversation with a man, so I looked up this deceased man's son on facebook and found him. I creeped on his profile a little to see what he was like, if we had similar features, and most importantly that he seemed mentally stable. It took longer than it should have to write up a draft, spilling my guts to a stranger. I sighed and convinced myself to hit "send", then I waited. Days went by. Weeks went by... Months went by, I figured he just thought I was a scam artist and decided not to respond.

Nearly a year to the day later, I received a reply, only to find out that my potential brother was not my sperm donor's biological son.

BUMMER!!!

That huge let down was quickly followed by more hope as he explained that his dad had adopted him, but had two daughters from a previous marriage. He was still close with one so he'd explain the situation to her and get us in touch! A few days later I was getting to know this awesome lady who happily entertained the idea of having another sister and she consented to a DNA test. We took one and had enough  alleles in common to  be able to say that we're half sisters.  I got my answer and now I could start the process of looking up our genealogy.







NEXT PROBLEM:

Bio dad was secretly adopted! Seriously? How many road blocks was I going to encounter with my paternal family quest!!! Luckily, my siblings knew he had been adopted and knew his biological parent's real names so I could continue on to find that my sisters and I are the 33rd-great grandchildren of Rollo.... Yup, Viking Rollo (Here's the genetic line to see how that works out.)

In the show Vikings, Rollo is the brother of Ragnar Lothbrok, however, Ragnar is a legendary Norseman based off of 4-5 other, very real warriors. Rollo is however, very much real and awesomely badass.  I am also a direct descendant of Constantine, Marcus Aurelius, and can trace a line all the way to Abraham... Yeah... Of the bible. I waited so long for answers and now, I have an abundance. 

Pop the Champagne!

My sweet husband and I try to dance together every day. One evening last year, I put on a song, one of my favorite, for us to enjoy.

I feel his gentle hands rest upon my waist, his adoring gaze mirrored by my own. The music begins. 

"I don't get many things right the first time" ... his smile widens and his head nods subtly in agreement.

"And where was I before the day that I first saw your lovely face, now I see it everyday, and I know That I am... The luckiest." He takes a deep breath, as if he is feeling the full capacity of his lung for the first time and quietly speaks, "This should be our first dance song. This is us." 

We continue to dance and he continues to listen to the rest of the song, chuckling at the similarities between the 'what if' scenario illustrated in the lyrics and our own conversations. He holds me closer than ever to his body and I can't help but to feel that's reflective of his emotions. He speaks the words "I love you" but before he lets me go he whispers, "I am the luckiest". 

J and I had initially planned a fancy wedding with about a hundred guests for this December, but the pressure and expense of a traditional wedding just didn't appeal to us. We called off the wedding with no intention of setting another date. One evening in late October I was up visiting my family in Washington State when I got a phone call from J. In our conversation he said he wanted to marry me when I came back home, no frills, no expense, just the two of us committing to spend the rest of our lives driving each other crazy. Well, Who could say no to that?

Two days before our ceremony I got an email from the company I ordered my dress from, saying the trucking company that was delivering my dress was involved in an accident and my dress was ruined. With only two days, there was no time to find another dress. I cried. My sweet love tried his best to console me and was finally able to remind me that he was marrying me, not a dress.

I had another dress that I had worn to our ball but I had lost a little weight and it needed to be taken in. I was able to find a seamstress to do the alterations rush but I wouldn't be able to pick it up until 10am on the day of our wedding. Knowing how lucky I was finding someone on such short notice, I didn't feel I had much of a choice. The day of our wedding, J and I went to pick it up and he insisted I try it on before we leave. I am reluctant because we are already cutting it close on time. He persisted and gave me "the look", The look of determination and a spine of steel. I sighed in defeat and stepped into the changing room. I stepped into my gown and tried to zip up the sides only to find, the zipper wouldn't budge! J had them fix it on the spot (which took another twenty minutes). I used the time to do my makeup and try not to cry over the remark that my seamstress made that I "must have eaten too much at Christmas". It's funny now, not too funny in the stress of the moment though.

We said our vows in an intimate ceremony the day after Christmas. I laughed when my husband recanted our first meeting, first date, and inside jokes and I cried when he vowed to pursue me until his dying day.

Photo Credit: Iconic Images

Although I was against it initially, we exchanged rings. My J wanted to have a token of our love to show. I rarely ever wear mine as I work hard with my hands, constantly sanding, painting, or scrubbing something, but the swell of pride I see on my sweet husband when he notices me wearing it is well worth the compromise of buying it.

Talking to our families before the ceremony.

We set up a video conference with our families so they could witness our ceremony.

J's Vows made me cry.

Jumping for Joy: We're married!

Our dear friends and witnesses

                  

We chose not to have our children at our initial ceremony, which we had quite a few remarks about. Although I don't need to explain the reasoning behind our decision, I want to. 

We believe that in a marriage, God comes first, spouse comes second and children come after. The Bible tells us that when we are married we become ONE with our spouse. Children are not to be the center of the home; God is. Children are a gift from God, they are on loan for parents to train up to be responsible, productive, and moral individuals.When children leave the home, many couples feel the sting of the empty nest and a spouse who they have neglected to invest in. 

J and I value our time with our children, and recognize that our marriage joins together two families as one, but inevitably, our marriage, the conception and maintenance of our union, is our responsibility, not theirs. 

J and I were able to spend the the entire week beforehand with all seven of our babies, and since we plan on renewing our vows annually, they will have more than plenty of opportunities to be involved in celebrating our marriage with us.

Our first meal as husband and wife? Sushi (of course)!

Looking forward to a lifetime of wedded bliss. 

For step parents who may be seeking advice, I found this article helpful when searching for my place in my partner and bonus kiddo's lives:

http://www.familylife.com/articles/topics/blended-family/remarriage/staying-married/placing-your-spouse-in-the-front-seat-of-your-heart#.VQhp5o7F98E

The beautiful photos of our ceremony and dinner reception were taken by my dear friend and fellow photographer, Chrissie, of Bella Luce Photography. As a photographer, I place a high value on photos. The very first phone call after booking my venue and date was to book my photographer, and I am so glad I did. We get to savor these precious memories for the rest of our lives. 

Surprise

Last night, the love of my life came home late again. I don't really mind, I've accepted that is just a part of his new job. On his way home, he called to tell me to pack some clothes before going to bed.

What was he up to?

This morning we get up before the crack of dawn and drive down to SD. He tells me he has to work for a little while but we are getting a hotel for a surprise mini vacation. Then he said a bunch of other romantic stuff that gave me butterflies. He showed me around his work area as much as he is allowed and now I wait at Starbucks, coffee in hand, contemplating how much  I have underestimated his ability to be spontaneous.

Dudes, take note. My man is writing the book on how to sweep a lady of her feet. 

"SOMEDAY" When Exactly is That Again?

I come off as a brave woman, but the truth is, given my history with men, I had been afraid of giving my heart completely to another person just to be emotionally destroyed. I'm tough, but having to start over last time sent me into a dark depression that I just don't want to have to experience again. The last few months, However, some things have changed. 

After over five years of pain and anger, I have been able to finally forgive my ex husband which left so much more room in my heart for the amazing things God has planned for me.

Justin and I started off the year by regularly attending church and diving back into seeking God. Justin said he has learned so much about how to be a man and how God wants him to treat me. I love being with a man who has a heart for God. 

I realized that out of bitterness, I had come to institutionalize rather than honor the sanctity of marriage. Because I had been so deeply hurt in my last marriage, I formed the perspective that marriage is just a piece of paper where two people get different tax exemptions for merging their lives. In my mind, when you love someone, when you live with someone, when you join households and raise children with someone, the government should just keep out of it. Well... Loving God the way I do, I know what his word says. Marriage isn't between two people, when you're a Christian, Marriage is a covenant between two people AND GOD. Marriage is about faith, not numbers. 

Being completely open with you, the last two weeks have laid a heavy burden on my heart. Yes, It's true I'm a nympho, but I'm a nympho with a conscience and deep roots in my faith. I am of the firm belief that it's God's plan for his people to get married before engaging in sexual activities. I'm not married and have been engaging HEAVILY in sexual activities. That's not a "whoops"... I didn't accidentally fall naked on top of his manhood, I have been directly violating God's word. Justin and I love each other as man and wife. People mistakenly refer to me as Justin's wife and he doesn't correct them; He says he views me as his wife and I respond by saying that's a title that I haven't earned. He rebuttals that I will be someday. 

After talking with two of my friends that are about to get engaged, one dating a few months longer than J and I , and another started dating long after J and I... I'm genuinely happy for both of them, not even jealous a little. I know Justin and I are working on our own timeline. We have so many goals we want to accomplish before entering marriage again, the thing of it is, I want more than a promise. Words have a face value, ACTION is my love language. Justin says he wants to marry me, someday, I don't want to rush to the alter, but it was time we sat down to figure out just WHEN someday placed in our timeline. 

Being the logical (read: nerdy) people we are, Justin and I literally drew out our ideal timelines and shared them with each other. They were so stinking similar, except for one thing... getting engaged. My ideal timeline includes getting engaged between now and right after I graduate (in about 19 months), have a longer engagement where we save up for our dream wedding and honeymoon, Justin retires and then we get married. Side note: Getting married after retirement stems from me telling him from the start I don't want to marry a Marine. Getting to know him, I realize he's not a typical Marine, so I wouldn't even mind marrying him before he retires. In Justin's ideal timeline, engagement comes about a year before the wedding and in that time we fit in relationship counseling and marriage preparation classes. He says he wants to do it right this time and set us up for success. Over the last few months, he had kept mentioning that he isn't quite ready for marriage (Which I happen to agree with). I know my reasons for not feeling quite ready (I want to focus on my education and job and continue to build my multimedia empire, getting married would decrease my federal funding, J and my kids are working on their emotional bonds, we need to work out our differences in parenting styles), but I wanted to hear his reasons. His two issues are:

• He doesn't feel like he can provide for me while in debt (I definitely agree that we should start off marriage debt free).
• He's afraid of "screwing things up with [me]" and wants to take marriage and relationship classes to help learn how to be the best husband possible. 

I don't feel we should wait until a year before marriage to engage in relationship/family counseling. That's been something I've been bringing up since October last year. So we'll be starting counseling at the end of spring sports (right before summer) and regularly attend until we get married (probably after as well). 

My heart belongs to Justin already, that shouldn't shock anyone. we've known for a while that we were headed toward to alter, it's just nice to have a timeline. If you're a close friend or family reading this, look for your Save-The-Date invites to our fall 2021 wedding on a mountain lodge TBD. Hope to see you there. :) 

Godly men

How a man treats his mate is evidence of his moral character. The same goes for women. I have noted that partners who honor their mate are more likely to keep the physical and emotional passion throughout their lifelong relationship. *Food for thought*

American Divorce Statistics

The Worst Date of My Life!

Friday, I had the worst date I've ever had in my life. Our first stop was fine/ We went to Hennessey's Tavern in the Gas Lamp District and listened to a funk band. They were good and groovy. Here's a clip of one of their sets that night.

I thought we may have been on our way to getting over our grumpy moods but it just went downhill from there. Even while J and I were fighting, he still opened my doors, we still shared a hot cocoa and he still took my hand and danced in the middle of a Starbucks to slow jazz. We even had a gentleman interrupt us to tell us how refreshing it is to see two people so openly passionate. At this point the thought kept popping up that crimes of passion are technically still passion.

Saturday morning we were still at odds. I considered sending him up to his boys opening baseball ceremonies by himself, but I promised the boys I'd be there and I didn't want to hurt them. Besides, I probably would've only stewed, and I didn't want to be even more upset.

 J and I had a heated discussion about our roles, flexibility and willingness to compromise in our relationship. I feel that I work extremely hard and am doing great balancing all my priorities. Justin agrees, but has two triggers, one is making sure he has adequate time with his kiddos and the other is his need for the house to be clean all the time. When he comes home and the house is messy (which happens from time to time, with my schedule and two young mess makers in the house) Justin starts acting grumpy, giving me the cold shoulder or shutting himself in our room until he can deal with it. I feel, after everything I do all day, he should try to have a little more understanding and he feels that since it's the ONLY thing he asks of me, that I should make more of an effort. We were stuck in the car, discussion going in circles, I was feeling completely unappreciated when his pride got the best of my temper and I said,

 "Why don't you just go find someone better then!" I immediately regretted it but I wanted him to say that he didn't want someone better, he wanted me... Only those words were never spoken. He turned up the radio and I sat holding back my tears.  I asked him to stop at the store so I could buy a bouquet of flowers for his ex-wife to show our appreciation of all the hard work that went into their kiddos' baseball season (that has only just begun). He got even more upset. He said I do so much for everyone and asked when I planned to take time just for me.

I didn't see how that affected him at all and informed him that I am able to spend a lot of time reflecting and recharging throughout the week, but that I'm a woman and have different ways I am able to relax. He dropped me off at the store but refused to come in. I was completely turned off by his behavior, but not ready to throw in the towel.

We arrived at our destination and I asked him if he was ready to give up on us. I told him that the decision was his. He looked over at me, clearly hurt with a bit of anger and confusion and said it sounded like I made the decision for him. I assured him that I was close to that point, but didn't want pride to get in the way of a relationship that we have worked so hard for. Before he answered, his kiddos had pulled up beside us and we exited the car to greet them and their mama. Our giant group started walking to the opening ceremony but I held J behind  for a moment. "If you want to give up on us, I get it." I continued, "But if you want to work it out, you better kiss me right now and we'll figure things out later."

He kissed me, and I smiled and pressed my lips up for another kiss. The nukes were put away and our personal cold war was put on a temporary hold.  A moment later we were back with all the kids, ready to focus on celebrating their spring baseball season.

Now, I know guys *usually* need space when they're upset, but I have this flaw, where it's hard for me to let other's be when we have issues between us that need to be resolved. However, I can give others their needed space if I can be reassured of our relationship. When I asked Justin to kiss me, I was asking for reassurance. He loves me enough to meet me halfway, even after I acted like a hormonal teenager. We are both imperfect humans with so much left to learn about communication. These little arguments are NOT enjoyable, but I do enjoy the growth and humility that comes from them.

Not in the clear yet.

Last week I got a phone call from my old doctor telling me that I need to come in for more tests. I had to tell him that I was no longer covered under the same insurance and couldn't be seen there anymore. He urged me to find a new doctor and assured me they'd send over my files so I could continue my tests and treatments on schedule. I thanked them and got on with my busy day. But something built up inside of me. ANXIETY. I am so tired of tests and little surgeries and the aches and pains that comes with it all. I am so afraid that this time, my doctors will say I need a hysterectomy or that cancer cells are spreading. This is such a frustrating cycle.

A few days after the call, my partner came home from being in the field and I ended up crying to him, feeling like a wimp. He held me, listened to me feel sorry for myself, listened to my fears, how I don't want to keep fighting when I'm only going in circles, how even though I have my tubes tied, I'm afraid of losing the ability to carry children ripped away from me (because however against it I am now, someday, I *may* want to try for one more with the man I love) and when I was through, he pried my face up with his hands and told me that no matter what I felt like doing, it's important that I continue to FIGHT... for as little or long as it will take because my children need a mother and he is counting on growing old with me.

I closed my eyes and more tears drained out, but this time they were of relief and even joy. I am such a lucky girl to have such an incredible man help dress me in proverbial armor and ready me for war. He was beside me the last three procedures and he's still beside me, prepared for whatever may come.

Sometimes I can get caught up in the moment. Sometimes I feel like giving up on the struggle and quitting. It makes all the difference in the world to have people in my life who love me and encourage me to keep in the fight.

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For moms with Junior Crafters

My boys are into this new crafting craze called Loom Bands. Are you familiar with them? They are essentially glorified hair bands that can be made into bracelets, key chains, necklaces and more.


If your kids are into this crafting craze I just found an awesome deal on a glow in the dark set on Nomorerack.

624 Piece set marked down from $29.99 to $5.00!

See the deal here for yourself! and look for other NoMoreRack deals to the left and right ad on my page.

Super yummy, Super Easy, Kid-Friendly Snack

My kids and I were feeling snackish the other day. I was too busy to make a full meal but wanted something with more nutritional value than the ramen noodles sitting in the back of the top shelf. This is what I came up with.

-Ritz crackers
-Thin layer of soybean based Miracle Whip
-Thinly sliced, then quartered Genoa Salami
-Thin slices of Tillamook Colby Jack cheese
-Sliced avocado

My girls were begging for more.

P.S. Cheese is getting expensive. If you are interested, you can sign up to receive coupons directly from Tillamook by going to THIS website. I love their entire line of dairy products, especially their Mudslide ice cream (Heaven)! They produce the highest quality foods and I would serve nothing less to my kiddos.  

Through Sickness and Health

I had an incredibly busy travel day today and returned home around 3:20, in time to start feeling my stomach churn. Not long after I found myself trying to lay down and sleep in an attempt to escape the pain and nausea. I wake up emotionally and physically fatigued, begging for relief. My sweetheart had picked up my son from rehearsal, fed the kids, and tells me to take a bath while he puts up the new shelves I brought home. I uncomfortably lay in the bath for less than 10 minutes before my stomach heaves up again, this time granting the release I badly needed.

My love heard me cry out and entered to the pitiful sight of my torso slumped over the toilet. He flushes the toilet and one hand smooth other my damp skin while the other grabs a towel to wipe my mouth. I'm crying. For the first time in a while I feel helpless. I slink back into the tub, he rolls up his pant legs.

He sits on the edge of the tub holding my body between his knees, stroking my hair through his fingers, his lips telling me everything is okay. In his arms, I know I am.

I'm so thankful for you Justin.

Motherhood at it's finest

Original post here.

It's a wine kind of night. Unfortunately, wine is just not in the budget. Good thing I found an old sippy cup of grape juice. My kids are insufferable today. * takes a sip* Not bad, but I think cough syrup is stronger... Noted for next time.

Palomar Observatory (Slideshow)

J and I took my kiddos out to the Palomar Observatory on Sunday. StigKidC's brain soaked in every bit of information as he grilled the docent for about an hour. As we were leaving the docent asked him what the qualifications are for planets. StigKidC thought about it for a second and replied that he didn't know... YET, that he'd soon be learning about planets but is only on rocks and minerals. The docent smiled down at him and replied that learning about our earth is a good start to understanding the rest of our solar system. Below are my photos of our daycation. PS, The observatory is free.

Takin' our monkeys to the ZOO!!!

Whew!
For those of you who are raising large families, you understand the shock and awe factor when bringing your large bunch into public settings. For those of you who are not accustomed to such a large crowd, try envisioning bringing a class field trip with you everywhere you go. Luckily, going to places that are common for class field trips means J and I have far less people asking, "Are they ALL yours?" Also our oldest kiddos are now at the age where they help herd the younger ones, which makes our trips progressively easier. We really do have well behaved children.

Last weekend we celebrated StigKidG's birthday! To help celebrate, J and I took all seven children and met up with their Auntie Koko and SigCousinK at the Orange County Zoo. We're always on the look out for cheap or free, fun and educational things to do with the kids, and boy, did we ever get our money's worth from this amazing place. Honestly, it's more of a park with a small zoo on the grounds. There's so much to do there including: Train rides, paddle boats, bike rentals, hiking, horseshoe, volleyball, pony rides, duck pond, several playground sets, BBQ areas and a GIANT snack bar. The best part? COUPONS!!!

The admission to the zoo portion of the park is just a mere $2.00, children 2 and under are FREE. We have one child that is still two... bonus! They had peacocks walking the grounds, beautiful birds of prey, a bear, wild cats, snakes lizards, beavers, tortoises, goats, and so many more. 

The children absolutely loved our outing. The highlight for *most* all of us was the petting zoo where we got to go play with all the goats. 

My sweetheart and our little monkeys. 

SigKidAC and StigKidG, two little monkeys in a tree.

Big brother and little sister.

The Orange County Zoo is open 7 days a week (minus select holidays), from 10am-3:30pm. We had so much fun, it's a fabulous spot for a family daycation. 

By My Side.

In an effort to spend time together during the week, my partner J and I will work side by side. Tonight I'm trying to finish a presentation for class and he is reworking our financial plan in an effort to pay off our debt four months earlier then planned.

Now some of you may think I'm absolutely bonkers for taking on debt, or rather, treating J's debt as mine.

"He got himself into this debt, he is a big boy, he can get himself out."

"You need to be focusing on yourself and your kids."

"He could just up and leave you and you'd have nothing to show for your investment."

If you know anything about me, it should be that money means very little to me. I happily live on the basics and find cheap, crafty ways to beautify my world. That said, lately I've had a steady income which I have been using to invest in my children and in J. I love J, we plan on getting married someday. Frankly, I don't want to marry a guy who is in debt or is financially inept. Been there, done that! I am just not prepared to settle on that one again.

I grew up in a home that budgeted every penny. I grew up earning everything I wanted. I tell my money where it needs to go, that is my normal. I am recently finding out that a lot of people didn't grow up budgeting and instead of being taught about saving for things, many people have been taught to buy it on credit. America, the land of instant gratification and insane national debt.

The way my partner tells it is that he was talked into a lot of his debt, or as he likes to call it his "stupid tax." The cause of the debt is neither here nor there as long as he owns up to having made poor choices and is intent on never making the same mistakes again. He definitely has learned and I see his intensity everyday, which makes helping improve his situation my pleasure. Then again, I'm the kind of person who believes in improving the world one person at a time.

I had to first focus on improving myself. If the only thing constant is change, consider me extremely consistent. I am continuing to improve my children's future by investing in their college savings, which leaves me able to improve the next closest person to me, a man who equally looks out for my well being. J has stepped up for me and has been my hero quite a few times. When we talk about when we're debt free and what we plan to spend our money on, it normally involves helping others, giving to homeless, and investing in properties for people trying to get back on track. If we don't end up getting married, even if we break up, I will never regret improving this man's quality of life because I know the good that will come from it. I am happy to report that our relationship has never been stronger, things are going according to plan. J is definitely worth the investment and I couldn't imagine anyone else by my side. 

Exes and Ohs

This is a conversation my ex and I had a while ago. I'm sharing it today as I believe it's a good example how two people can still be friendly and lift each other up, even after they're no longer together.  It starts with his text:

My reply?

***,

I got your message today. I wanted to tell you... as the father of my children and my friend, I love you too. You have to know that you have driven me insane over the last eleven years together, but I am certain you feel the same about me! Those little quirks... the fights... the love... the most amazing kids in the world, have all combined to shape us into the people we are today, and you know what? I wouldn't change a thing.

You are a good guy and I wish you nothing but success in all you seek to accomplish, happiness and the ability to separate yourself from work to appreciate the finer things in life, and MOST importantly, I wish you Love. True, Your next girl won't be as awesome as I am ;) but I know, when you find one you want to be serious with, she'll (he?) be worth it.

Man... Divorce is tough. There aren't many rules and I feel like the California Legal system was designed by a blue falcon (if you know what I mean). None the less, we're creating a good path. There have been some bumps in the road and I anticipate more bumps in the future, however, we're connected by the amazing bond we created through our children... for the rest of our lives (or until one of us dies.. you're older, just sayin')

To some things up *** Elgie, I'll use the words of a wise man. "I have been, and always shall be, your friend." (Spock, Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan)

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All good things come with love.  

1 Corinthians 13:4-7  Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. (NIV) 

Let's dive into this, shall we... Love is patient/it is not easily angered, I am not. I expect everything to be done in a timely manner and done right. However, Love is teaching me to be more patient.

Love is KIND/Love isn't rude. I know I have said things that have been unkind, even rude to others, even our mates. After having a heart to heart with J, I found out that I had unintentionally been rude to him by being overly honest in my opinion of his religion. Here all along I have been striving to be open minded and seeking equality for all beliefs and ways of life, and yet I was rude to the closest person to me. I know I've certainly said rude things to my ex, especially in his choice of sexual partners and parenting skills. Well, I now realize that his partners aren't my concern, in fact, only SOME of his choices regarding our children are of my concern. The hardest test will be coming next summer when he has the kids. I have to trust his parenting and not criticize his techniques or be so hard on him when he isn't a perfect parent. He hasn't been the primary parent in their lives so how can I expect him to know everything that took me until now to learn? I can't!

Love doesn't envy. Well now... My little green eyed monster used to raise it's head when my ex would get a night out and I'd be stuck with the kids all day.. Then my jealousy grew to him having a life and friends outside the house, his work was his escape. I wanted to work outside the home, but we could never afford daycare. I wanted a life and friends too. I had given up my life, my home, my family and friends when my ex joined the Marines four years into our marriage. That was his choice, and now I had to give up everything where I was alone... and HE got a break? I found it very difficult NOT to be jealous. Now, in my current relationship, I am only jealous that my partner's strengths are my weaknesses. He is "wicked smart" in areas I struggle to understand. He retains information, and sometimes... JUST sometimes, he takes better photos than I do. I am learning to let go of jealousy and be genuinely happy for my mate. Thankfully, I only have had jealousy issues with my mate, and very rarely towards anyone else. My parents raised me to be appreciative for what I have as well as the knowledge that What I have is a direct result of what I earned. I can't be upset that someone earned something that I want but haven't yet earned for myself. 

Love doesn't boast, it isn't proud, it is not self-seeking... Wow. Do you know what this means? It means when you're genuinely loving someone, you will not be thinking about yourself. You think about what's best for them. You do things for them to show them your love and you don't do it for recognition or praise.

I hope you choose to truly love the important people in your life. Tonight, I'm wishing you and yours a very merry Christmas! I am starting the New Year out with some exciting news and projects, so stick around if you want to follow me on a fabulous adventure!

One Love,

Heathery