Dear Judah

Judes. Son, please stop growing so fast. My heart can’t stand it. You’re 6 years old…only a couple of months till you turn 7. I say it all the time, but you are such a smart kiddo. Sometimes you wear me out with all of your questions. Needless to say, I am so, so proud of you. You had a rough kindergarten year and a hard beginning of first grade. I spent many nights wondering what to do. But we’re on track now. You’re such a trooper. I admire your drive and enthusiasm. You’ve outgrown wanting to be babied, most days. Sometimes you still just want to sit next to me to cuddle.

Right now, you’re playing soccer and you’re good at it. I’m patiently waiting on football season to start. Football is kinda your thing. And kinda my thing and completely Chris’ thing. We’ll see where all that sports love gets you. I love you kiddo.

It’s an honor to be your momma.

Mrs. Williams

Every so often I get the itch to write, to transfer all that life has delt me…into words. So here I am, back to writing.

The biggest news…I married my best friend in Vegas this past February. I wrote about him a couple of times. He’s probably the reason why I stopped writing. I’ve been living, enjoying life. I know it sounds super cheesy but I am so in love. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that we were meant to be together. We are opposite in some ways, but in most we just click.

One night a few months ago, he proposed. Not on bended knee with 10 dozen flowers. But next to the bed with an open heart. It was truly the most heartfelt words he’s ever said. It’s a special feeling when you know that someone thinks the world of you. I wouldn’t give that up for anything. Honestly, I would have said yes after 6 months. Guess you can say I just knew.

I found my lover, my best friend, my travel companion, my confidant.

Lucky doesn’t do it justice.