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When Love Lets You Smell Like Bengay & Tea Tree

I was getting ready for bed, my shoulders feeling achy stiff. I rubbed some Bengay cream in then moved on to treat my adult acne (well it practically is sometimes) with tea tree oil.

As I lay down smelling – uh strong – I also felt thankful, not about my blemishes, rather the security of being in that particular state without any self consciousness.

In my teenage years I had a romanticized idea of what loved looked like. My Prince Charming was perfect in superficial ways and attempting to keep my best foot forward was a given.

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Years later you can imagine how grateful I am to have been given a husband who is strong in good character, lives out virtues I now highly value, they’re the backbone to our family.

So if you’re unmarried and looking for that “special one”, I will tell you with what I hope is a bit of wisdom; ask God for someone whose love will run strong in who you are as a soul & in your unique personality, not merely as an object of desire for themselves. –There’s a chasm of difference in those two intentions. One lasts for eternity, whereas the other physical aspect may ironically get gray hair and acne simultaneously, with some achiness on the side. Obviously if too much importance is placed on the physical side things will likely go south when things go south.

Because a love that lets you smell like Bengay & tea tree is sweeter than chocolate & roses. 

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P.S. There were no cuddles that night so perhaps love has its limits. ; )

P.P.S. Happy Valentine’s Day, lovely friend! Wishing you ‘love & the chocolate’!

Sometimes

My 3 boys

* when I say you I do mean me *

Sometimes…

you idiotically drop a crate on your toe and seriously question your lack of coordination being that you do things like this on a regular basis.

Sometimes…

you wonder if wiping pee off of toilet seats is a job all mom’s of boys do upon the hour.

Sometimes…

you’re a little too irritated to be in the same room as your husband so you make a point to sulk somewhere all the while you really want to sit next to him so he can “see” that you’re giving him the silent treatment and maybe, just maybe you’ll open up about what’s bothering you. Oh the joys of being a woman.

Sometimes…

you need to plop your-sorry-self in front of a computer screen to read about the beauty/agony/sacrifice/glory of motherhood so you can get up and mother your own little ones with more joy and less weariness.

Sometimes…

you realize your life is pretty sweet and the hiccups are just that, little and inconsequential compared to the gift of being a wife and mother.

Steve & I
Wishing everyday-gifts this week will be abundant & apparent for you!