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Words && a whole lotta photos//

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On Valentine’s Day a friend of mine posted on Facebook something that has really got me thinking. She lost the one she loves tragically and now she is left on earth while he is in heaven. She was reflecting on the comments people make on V-day about singles being miserable every February 14th and about how it can be quite hurtful and insensitive. It really convicted me. Not because I’m blabbing judgments on single people on valentines day but because I am guilty of complaining or casting judgment about all sorts of random things without considering the journey others are on. I never want to be a person who speaks flippantly but in order to not be a person like that I need to make a conscious decision and renew my mind regularly. I need to remain in Him for He is love. Today and everyday I choose love. I choose grace. I choose joy. I choose honesty && self control. What do you choose?

Now for your viewing pleasure while you think//

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What they wore
Phinneus:
bow tie – c/o camp wolf
red jeans- Levi’s
button up- target
jean jacket- Levi’s
moccs- freshly picked

Tallulah:
bow- c/o camp wolf
overalls- vintage // from her dada
tights- target
moccs- freshly picked

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||n o t|| Just friends.

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Growing up I can remember hearing from my mom all sorts of references about how we were not friends. As a mouthy teenager she would correct me regularly with, “don’t talk to me like I’m one of your friends.” At the time I was frustrated and annoyed, thinking to myself, “uh you think I’d talk to my friends like this?! I actually like them!” |yikes!!| But as I matured, I got it. I wasn’t treating her with the respect she deserved. I was too comfortable and down right rude far too often. Thankfully I have outgrown the major attitude… Right mom?!

When I was about eighteen my mom started to tell me that she wanted to be my friend. That she was hopeful that we would be able to make the shift and grow in our relationship. I have the upmost respect for my mom because of all the hard work she put in to really shape me into the person God desired for me to be. I wasn’t easy and she never gave up! That’s huge!! Now that I’m twenty seven |holy smokes how am I 27?!| and a mama myself I can say we are friends.

Her example has taught me so much about how I want to be as a mama-about the importance of boundaries. However, I am not looking forward to having to establish that boundary with my own babies as they grow up. Right now I can honestly say they are my number one buddies. I love hanging out with them and seeing life through their eyes. I fear the day where I have to draw the hard lines and communicate that for a season we can’t just be buddies. Or worse they don’t want to be my friend! || oh the horror ||

But for now they are my go to crew and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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