I. Freaking. Love. This.

It's happy.

It's anthemic.

It's Fun.

Tonight....We are young so let's set the world on fire. We can burn brighter than the sun...



I'll carry you home tonight...

It's beginning to sound a lot like Christmas...

I'm a pretty darn traditional girl. I think that having and looking forward to traditions are what make life bearable. If you looked at my Christmas Playlist, you would see that I don't veer too far from the carols of old. You will also see that I'm an awesome mother since I allowed my children to put music from "A Charlie Brown's Christmas", and "Christmas Shoes" on said playlist.

Being as traditional as I am, this first choice will not surprise you. I love this sound. I love this song. This, to me, is Christmas.




This next song just about brings a tear to my eye every time I hear it. And not at all for the reasons you will assume.

I think that Joseph is a key figure in the Nativity story that we tend to overlook sometimes. We give Mary the credit she so truly deserves, but I think we often forget the sacrifices and struggles that Joseph was faced with. He had to listen to this story that the girl he was going to marry told him and decide for himself what he was going to believe. If he didn't believe her, he did not have to marry her. He could have had her stoned. He didn't. He trusted her, received his own witness that what she was saying was true, married her, and cared for her needs, both temporally and spiritually. How devastated he must have felt when they were traveling, her great with child, and him responsible for not only her, but that special baby; and he could not find a comfortable and clean place for her to deliver. The agony he must have felt while watching her suffer to complete the job she was chosen to do. And I'm not even going to go into the fact that God chose this man to raise His Only Begotten on this earth. What a magnificent and daunting calling. He must have felt so unworthy and inadequate. This song shows us that Joseph was an ordinary man, with an extraordinary opportunity. Would we have what it takes to make the choices he made? Would we be able to do what was required of him?
I'm just not sure...

A song for my friend.

Because she is stronger than she knows and braver than she could ever imagine.

One step closer...

I think every one is looking for that person who is perfect for them to spend their lives with. That person who will help them grow into their full potential and be everything that they can be. That person that they could spent a thousand years with. That person who makes them feel like they've already loved them forever.






I'm lucky to have finally found that person.

Tis the season...

It's Christmas time again. Most people know how I feel about Christmas. And even more so, how I feel about Christmas music. I love it. Plain and simple. I am, however, very picky with my music. Justin Beiber covering Mariah Carey makes me want to stick knitting needles in my ears. I am a fan of the classics. Gene Autry, Jimmy Durante, Harry Belafonte, Nat King Cole. Also, I've said it before and I'll say it again....country music is acceptable at Christmas time. I grew up on Alabama and Kenny Rogers at Christmas time.

This season has been a little different for me. Personal struggles and stresses have made the holiday season a bit harder to enjoy. I've been able to understand a little more why people grow to dread this time of year. I had an experience a few nights ago that restored my faith in the season. I've been struggling with a decision that I had to make. One that I didn't want to make. One that went against all my instincts as a human, but because of the circumstances of my life had to be done. The self inflicted repercussions of it had been, little by little, destroying me. So, after a particularly hard evening that was compounded by some other events, I found myself laying on a dock at Daybreak Lake freezing my arse off at 2 in the morning. Laying in frozen seagull poop, looking at the stars and begging for some comfort. Through tear soaked eyes and a runny nose I begged my Father in heaven to let me know that it was okay. I closed my eyes and just kept saying...I believe...over and over again. When I opened them I saw a shooting star. I know it's a simple thing. A thing of nature that happens over and over again, but at that moment I knew that one was for me. An answer to a simple prayer. That was all it took. I was able to stand up and leave.

This simple act renewed my faith in the holiday season. It isn't about stressing over money and gifts. It isn't about having perfect Christmas lights. It's about faith. It's about believing in a miracle that happened long ago and believing that they can still happen today. It's about family and love and giving.

"Ships go sailing far across the sea. Trusting starlight to get where they need to be."

This has become one of my favorite Christmas songs. It's about having faith in yourself and what's inside of you. Remembering your worth and the goodness that we all have. Our divine inheritance. And if we forget, find it again on Christmas day.

A fairytale...

Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess born to a wicked queen. She was raised in squalor while her spoiled sister got everything she wanted. In spite of this cruelty, she was kind and loving and ever so grateful for the wondrous things around her. She sang like an angel and the animals would sit on her shoulders and listen to her voice. She had strawberry blond hair and beautiful green eyes that shone like a rebel diamond cut out of the sun...

Sorry. I got off track. This post is about Layne. Cause it's her birfday. And she's older than me. And I love her because she always gives me good advice and loves me when I do dumb stuff. And stands up for me even if she doesn't agree with what I'm doing. She's the best older than me friend that a girl could have. She rocks. Hard. Shes always got my back.



Yeah...she's kissed me good night before. Not on the lips sickos.


Did I mention she's older than me?

I love you Layney. We'll always have each other.