Because I am a Little Bit Ghetto....

It all started with an idea, a Luvs Diaper box, a wire hanger, some packaging tape, scissors, wire cutters and pliers.

Half an hour later, I had my very own home-made jewelry box/earring hanger.

I don't really know why, but I really love it.

Sean thinks... well... let's leave that part out of it.

I hope later down the road when I can afford a beautiful jewelry box, I will still love to look at this picture and think about what a great time of life this is. The best memories are not made from money, but creativity due to the lack thereof!

At what point in our lives do we develop fear? Why is it that a child is only afraid of what he is taught to be afraid of. If we spent our entire lives enjoying every moment instead of fearing them, most of the people in this world would be truly happy.

Live every day as if it were the last.
Laugh like no one is watching.
Love like you want to be loved.
Savor each moment we are blessed to experience.

The Big One

It started with a cold.

Falling off her rocking horse and smacking her face on the rock fireplace.

Road rash on her face.

Crying.

Screaming.

Hugs.

Diarrhea

Diaper rash.

Reading books.

Playing outside.

Cold medicine.

Bath.

More hugs.

Lots of snot.

All in between the time that the sun came up and the sun set on the horizon.

Is it the first time it's hit me that we cannot protect our children from everything?

Life is so full of surprising life lessons and sometimes we learn the most from just having a tough day.

Dear Kayla,

I have been wanting to tell you how much I love you but there just seems to be too much going on. When you smile at me it makes me melt and forget about all other stresses in life. When you laugh, it makes me laugh, when you are mad, it makes me want to fix it. When I have to put you in time out, it makes me sad and all I want to do is snuggle you and tell you it's alright. When I learn about all the horrible things that happen in the world, I want to keep you from growing up and tell you the world is only full of what you know now, love and laughing. When we pray at night and you sit quietly with your arms folded, I know Heavenly Father is happy and knows you. When you look at the things you throw from your highchair to the floor and say "oh no, no, no" I have to try very hard not to laugh. I love running around in circles with you on the grass and hearing you laugh so hard. I love the way you are terrified of the new puppy and always want me to protect you from him. I love when we have our family hugs and you kiss mom and dad over and over.
I love your sparkly eyes, the way you are learning every second of the day. I love your energy and your love for reading.
Kayla, thank you for being you. Always be who you are.
You are loved by everyone who knows you.
Please, never grow up.
Love,
Mom