Go to a coffee shop. Order a favorite drink. Write
about what makes you happy and what makes you sad. Or write about anything
you’d like! Bonus points for including a photo from the coffee shop.
your usual space and write someplace new.
When you are the mom of an 18 month old, busy little girl, coffee shops are non existent. Especially on your own. So my coffee shop this week was one of her favourite playgrounds, Jimmy Jungles.
This is my current view…
As I sit and think about this post, I have so much to say. Do I want to say it all? Do I want to keep it to myself?
This is an opportunity to express myself…
As today is my 7 year dating anniversary with MC, I feel happy and blessed, and so very loved. MC is a man in a million. He is one of those gems that is super hard to find and when you do, you never let go. He possess all the qualities that I have ever dreamed of in a man, and he ticks all the boxes. But what makes him so incredibly special is that he is mine and he loves me. He chose me to be his bride. And I know that he will love me for me, always. This may seem obvious to some and it may seem trivial to others (obviously your husband is supposed to love you) but it’s not that obvious. He doesn’t have to, but he wants to.
I am no easy wife. And some days he has every right not to like me at all. I can be hormonal and tired and frustrated and upset. But he is always there to listen, to be there for me, to offer support and to lift me through this difficult moments in life.
In moments like these…
Moments where I am so frustrated with not losing all my baby weight. Moments where even though I so desperately want to lose that weight, I struggle to fight the temptation of bad food. Moments when the alarm goes off at 5.30am and the last thing I feel like doing is burning calories by running. Moments when our little SJ is busy and always on the go with no rest for this stay at home mom. Moments when my decisions are questioned or doubted. Moments when girls look upon disapprovingly because I don’t thinks that suit them. Moments when builders cannot explain unnecessary delays on our house. Moments when I just want and need my own space. Moments when having my own space means I function better in that routine and my way of doing things. Moments when my heart and my head (and possibly my ovaries) are fighting over the right time to have Baby #2. Moments when I get selfish that another pregnancy is not what I want but another baby is.
Moments when it all just gets too much for me.
He steps in. And he saves the day. With the biggest hugs and squeezes and the most sound advice and support.
Moments like these when all I can do is thank our lord for this angel of a husband he put into my life.
7 whole years ago.