Ain't No Supermom

Category: marriage

  • 5 years.

    Whoa. Dude.
    How time flies. 5 years ago today, I was primping, getting ready with my girls/ mom/ MIL, for what I thought would be the biggest and best day of my life. It was a wonderful and flawless day indeed, but I can’t wipe this giddy smile off my face when I truly think about what God has done with these lives that became one. I was rereading our “wedding program”, and while Chad and I were not Christians, we sure thought we were. Reading what we had written was smoke and mirrors to the innocent bystander. But God knew better. The exact verse we included, has become a truth in my own life, and our closing prayer, has come true, by the grace of our Almighty God. Praise HIM for raising these lives up from the dead. Truly. Not reading something for 5 years that was just words then…having that come true…AH-mazing.

    I love my Husband a whole world more than I ever did the day I married Him. God gave him to me to be my leader, best friend, rock, and partner.  He has redeemed our marriage in an overwhelming way, and I am heavy with thankfulness to Jesus for allowing me to spend the rest of my life with this man who I am absolutely crazy about, and still race home to see. Every. Single. Day.
    (Doesn’t hurt that he is, like, the most handsome man on the planet.)

  • eventful

    eventful

    If I wouldn’t have taken pictures, no one would have believed the Friday I had. Where is the proverbial remote? Serio. One of the best weekends EVER (said in my best tween voice). Well, most random at least. 
    Lets start off with my Friday afternoon marinara massacre:
    I know, I know. Wow Michelle, good to know you choose photographing the ridiculousness of this over  actually cleaning it up. In all honesty, I was in shock and wanted evidence of my own stupidity. 
    FYI: plastic oily maggiano’s containers are slippery. One should not stack, then bend over to open the fridge. 

    After an almost one hour clean up, I was able to squeeze a cat nap in, and awoke to my hubs giving me my 5 year anniversary/ mothers day gift:

     {this is not a gift I would expect from anyone ever-I promise. Hence the face}
    Totally unworthy. BUT I LOVE IT!!!!!  I have a very uncomfortable affinity for Louis. This brand I can justify 1,000 times over, and our history goes back about 8 years. I got burned by buying a fake off ebay in college, and or some reason, that horror sealed my love for the lv, and I promised myself never to own a fake ever again. My sweet hunk of spouse bought my most favorite/ wanted purse ever. I am still in shock. He gets 500 point lead and free football passes for the next decade. I love that he was so thoughtful and remembered how much I admired this purse 6 months ago, and loved me enough to make that sacrifice.

    Then my hubs wisked me away to date night. At one of my favorite date night spots. Nick’s.
    (Andersen’s: we missed you!) 
     I am a beast. I took down all but one. C was scared.

    It’s all fun and games until you cross Mamma’s bed time.
    What a lucky guy C is. I swear, I used to be a rockstar.

    Lastly, Happy Mother’s day to the mommies-especially to my Mommabird and Mother in law. Mom & Rhonda, I am sorry you got a hand-colored easter card for your mother’s day card. I forgot it on Easter, and needed some affirmation that taking two hours, two midgets, and duct tape/ chair combo was a good call.
    Anyway, I just want my blog-sphere to know I have been blessed with the most amazing mother, and mother in law-EVER. I love you both so much and am so appreciative of the faithful love you constantly show, even when we don’t deserve it.
    And also I have the BEST HUSBAND ever. Who can forget the man that puts up with this spazz and loves her?

  • 1/2 Marathon

    Its go time.

    This is my better half, not me, by the way.

  • My Lov-ahhh

    is cute. The apple of my eye, once again, made my night. I am internet-ing the night away in a stupor. {SO. TIRED} And he is watching his nightly DVR’d jeopardy. (Yes, he can’t miss an episode) He is doing SO good. Answering a lot of Q’s in a row, as usual. I tell him he needs to go on the show. And then….
    Jeopardy host:  “blah blah blah the fallopian tube is connected to this part of the female reproductive system….{insert DIAGRAM}.”
    Chad: “Cervix.”
    Me: “Scratch that.  2 babies, 2 conceptions, 2 violent births, and a front and center stage and you say cervix!?
    Uterus.”

    Ding ding ding-I got my first question right. The real highlight was that my sweet husbie thought both our boys grew in my donut of a cervix. I am realizing this might have been a wee bit TMI for the burly men reading this, but I have just wasted 4 minutes writing this and it is MY bloggity blog. So she stays, and C once again, makes me realize God knew that I needed a baby daddy that can keep it real. He is perfect for me.

  • 20 years later…

    20 years later…

    We get to do the fun part and celebrate the happy couple. 2 decades is no easy feat. Throw in there 3 step kids, a whole lot of puberty, adolscence x 3,  goofballs and boatload of work, you have a marriage worth celebrating. 🙂
    What warranted this I don’t know, but I think she won.

     Some things never change. 
    3rd time is a charm.
    Winner winner chicken dinner!

     Awh….Love my momma-bird and Aunt Dot. 

     Working hard at _______.
    No, I am not pregnant. My  flat stomach did not fare well after 4 pounds of fondue and 2 loaves of bread. Thank you Chad for excentuating my svelt middle jiggle. (do you like how I did not blame bloat on camera angles? Just sayin’.)
    A very happy Anniversary to my sweet Mom and Steve. Love you both more than words!