something to say.

I have to confess...

I love blogging. I really, really do.
But with the blog world, it becomes easy for me to compare.
To become discontent with who I am.
With my life, my shop, my clothes, etc.

But, there are a few things I'm sure of.

No one in this world can be a better me.


Even if I don't blog about the "right" trends,
the latest DIY projects,
don't have the cutest clothes out there,
am not a great photographer.
I get discouraged & distracted,
and I waste more time than I care to admit.

There's so much I'm not,
but there's also so much that I am.

I am a child of the Most High.
His love & grace carry me through
everything I do, even the failures.

I am married to the sweetest husband.
I am a wife, and I make that a priority,
even if it means that I spend most of my day
doing dishes & laundry.

I am a lover of color, of creativity,
of good coffee and good books.
I stitch & snip & take out stitches
when I get it wrong.
I love music & song & melody.

I'm silly & kinda strange.
Unique & curious.
Shy & insecure.

I am just me.
& I'm thankful that I'm me.

*****

Thank you for taking the time to read this.
It's something that's been on my heart to share.


Also, just so you know,
I'm trying to make it okay if I don't blog every single day.
I don't want my blog to get in the way of living life.
I will definitely still be posting, but if I feel like I have nothing to say,
I'm choosing to be okay with that. ;)


Have a lovely day!

{Notebooks}

Nicholas Sparks is really one of my favorite authors ever. He makes me cry. And smile. And think.

I had read The Notebook before, but I recently watched the movie for the first time. I cried some more. If you've seen the movie, you probably know what I mean. I don't necessarily agree with every decision the characters make, but I do think it's a beautiful story.

And sad. Have I mentioned it's sad?

But I digress.

I stated thinking after I watched the movie. About memories. That notebook held such memories for Noah and Allie. All written down and carefully treasured.

We each have our own ways of preserving memories. It could be that you take a million pictures so you'll always remember. It could be that you make a video to commemorate a special event. You might scrapbook. Or blog. Or journal. There are many possibilities.

Pears

I have a stack of notebooks. Well, not a huge stack, but you know what I mean. I write. Sometimes they end up being glorified daily logs of activities, but I do it for a reason. I want to remember.

Some things are easy to remember. A big day at school, graduation, a wedding, a special anniversary, etc. I want to remember all that. But I also want to remember the small things.

Funny things a little sister says.

A family dinner full of laughter.

Someone whispering, "You look awfully pretty."

Little things.

My notebooks are far from eloquently written. They probably wouldn't make a good movie. But the memories are important.

How do you save your memories?