Looking back

There is something to be said for looking back and reflecting on your life.  As I look back over 2012, I am both horrified and humbled by events that have taken place in my life.  Early in the year, I made a choice that I have yet to regret.  I came home.  It has been quite the journey, and even though there have been rough patches, I am blessed beyond measure.  My heart belongs to a man who truly loves me, just as I am.  He loved me when I was at my worst, when I was most unloveable.  He has sought to strengthen our marriage and make sure that I am taken care of, spiritually and emotionally (on top of financially).  We have had the best ten months together, learning how to be better spouses, and honor our marriage vows to one another.

Christmas Traditions

Each year, in order to fill our Christmas tree, we pick out an ornament that suits us, or describes who we are or what we like through the year.  Many of you who have followed my writing for sevearl years know of this tradition, and you know that each year I post pictures of our chosen ornaments.  It isn't just Kris and I choosing 6 ornaments   We choose our own, and since they have been old enough to care (age 3 and up), the kids have chosen their own.  So, consider this my annual post on our 2012 Christmas ornaments.  This is my favorite Christmas tradition of all time!  I hope my children have fond memories of this and continue it with their own families some day.

Here I Am!

After several weeks on hiatus, I have returned.  I'm a little worse for the wear, physically anyway, but I am alive.  There have been several nights that I have thought "I need to write that down" and then I fall asleep and the days blur together until three weeks have passed and NOTHING.

Kris and I hit a breaking point of sorts in the last couple of weeks.  We hit a storm that had nothing to do with our past really, but it was a storm nonetheless.  We have weathered it; we are weathering it.  Life has just been too busy and too stressful (Kris, with his work being crazy busy).  We got into a huge fight the other night.  I can't even remember if it was this week or last.  I just remember sobbing in my bed late one night, feeling like I had been punched in the gut.

Love Never Fails

"To Exhaustion...and Beyoooond..." (said in the best Buzz Lightyear impression I hear in my head...)

That's the adult battle cry.

At least, that's how it feels for us lately.

Kris and I fought a lot during the last week.  It was primarily me, as always.  But that isn't even why I'm writing.

I'm writing tonight because something is on my heart.  On the way home from work tonight, I was heavily under attack.  Thoughts came into my mind that I didn't want.  Memories.  Things from my past threatened to swallow me.  It kept building and building, and as much as I tried to focus on something else or pray, it was persistent.