Yall. It's August. When did that happen? Time flies when you're having fun. I'd have to agree with this statement because this past year, overall, has been pretty amazing. Between purchasing our first home, stepping out in faith in a calling God has placed on my heart and just celebrating and LIVING this beautiful life He created for us, there have been some big celebrations held between these four walls.
When I launched this website I made a promise with myself that I'd turn this blog into a journal full of all our ups and downs so I could go back and look through all the memories that make up this life of mine. I started blogging to heal my heart. This blog has now become a place where I go back to remember, so why not include all the things that make me, me?
My purpose in life is to be Mom. In college, I began babysitting for an amazing family that had four children. Their youngest was a baby at the time, and I remember rocking her and saying to myself, "I want this life." I wanted a home, children, a husband and all the things that came along with that. I remember just being mesmerized by the beauty of motherhood, in a family.
I craved it and my heart yearned for it.
It was then that I realized my calling in life was to be Mom. Yes, I have passions and dreams, but none would ever surpass the love I have in being the mother He created me to be. I know so many women who shrink at the thought that being a mom was their calling, but friends, what could be more rewarding than raising these little humans, our next generation, to love and live life to the fullest? Y'all, there's nothing that makes my heart beat faster. If that's your calling, embrace it, speak over it and stand firm in the fact that you are doing God's great work, especially within those four walls of your home. Your job matters, especially as a mom.
My first few years of motherhood were hard. Hard. We lived on a different coast than our families and my husband was deployed for the first four months of our oldest son's life. Which means we didn't only struggle while he was gone. We struggled to learn what type of parents we were, together, the years following his return.
But we've figured it out, for the most part, and learned to focus on our own bubble & take advice with grace in mind. We've learned only we know what's best for our children, and that's okay! We've learned to let go, celebrate life and live loud!
Speaking of celebrating life, the one that made me Mom turns SEVEN today, and as I watch him from afar I'm shocked at how much he's grown. Sometimes I hold him and try to remember the scent of his newborn skin or imagine the sound of his baby cries but they have faded into the distance. He's bold with a gentle heart and bounces (literally) at the joy in life. He loves a good Goosebumps book and will choose a family movie night over any other fun activity we offer him.
When planning his sixth birthday, which took place last August, I know I'm late on this, he begged to celebrate his love for Goosebumps! Thanks to his Daddy, I began to search and design all things green, black and slime. (We'll share his 7th birthday party soon. It hasn't happened yet.)
Cohban has a passion for parties (pretty sure he gets that from me...... you think?), and he really loved helping me plan this one. Six was a great age because they can actually help! And if you know me and my love for parties, you know they usually don't consist of just the plastic table cloth and a cake, so I'll take all the help I can get.
Below you'll find all the greatness that makes up a Goosebumps Party and the joy in celebrating the one that made me Mom (12 months later)!