Moments that change you….

This is my official first blog. I am so not good with computers so if I even set this up correctly I will have made a mild victory in itself. I wanted to do a blog for many reasons. I knew I was taking up too much space on Facebook and I sometimes think others experiences help us navigate through this thing we call life. I’m not going to promise you a literary masterpiece but I can promise you I’ll write every word with intention and from my heart.

So this week had a lot of those. I sometimes refer to my mind as a memory card. It holds every precious and not so precious memory there. It’s so that I can go there anytime I want and reflect. It’s also my memory and I can see it how I choose to see it. I tend to say “I stay in my head” alot. That’s either a dangerous or wonderful place to dwell. When I’m worried it’s a place I visit too often. Replaying moments, wishing I had said this or done that.. it’s almost too much. Oh but when it’s wonderful it’s by far better than any book I could dream up. I can go back to memories from childhood or to those of yesterday. Funny as of today that’s one of the only things people can’t steal from you. Your memories and how you choose to see them.

So this week my daddy hasn’t been feeling good. Let’s face it.. he has had a pretty hard round of it these last two years. He doesn’t complain much and if he does it’s usually just that I need to move my car in the driveway. So this week I planned to take my oldest out of town while he and mom were going to skip out for a weekend trip as well. Friday he went for a test which led to an emergency heart cath, two stints and an overnight visit to the hospital.

If Im great at anything, its being indecisive. I mean I made and canceled three hotels for this weekend. I also pack like I’m going on a missions trip for a month when I’m only staying two days. So when my mom called and said they where doing this procedure I began to flip. (This is where I got in my head) I decided first I wouldn’t go and then my daddy said “atleast one of us should be able to go to their trip this weekend”. Then I decided if his procedure could be done successfully then I’d go. I mean my mind was busy as ever. Finally late Friday he made the doctor and Jesus work overtime but he was finished and on his way to recovery and then home.

This is where whoever is reading this knows me. My ride out of town was quiet. I was nervous and still unsettled. I surely was not going to post any pictures. Half of my church had called to see if I needed anything and I was on my way with Catie out of town. I was torn. Then I remembered this is a moment that can change me. I can worry about everything for the rest of the weekend or I can enjoy the moments I’m in and when it’s time to worry then I’ll do that. (Insert I tried to implement this and it almost worked)

Catie is my 8th grader. She was born on May 5th, my anniversary. I will always say she was the best present anyone could have received. I realized next year I’ll have 3 maybe 4 more summers before she’ll be off at college. Then her summers become her own. I am self employed so because of that I work a lot. I also miss a lot. So I feel like girl trips with my kids are the best alternative to my work schedule. We always make some kind of crazy memories and it never fails she is videoing me as I make them. This weekend was no exception. Uber rides have become an experience like no other. Trips with great friends make memories that much more fun. I like to think if you bring another mom with you then you both take shifts on being the heavy and the light. The kids endured cold weather and rain but we saw a beautiful city and made memories to last forever. Laughing is my most favorite thing to do. I do it a lot in the most horrible times such as funerals, weddings, meetings , etc.. I also do it to lighten a mood or deflect or just to make others laugh. We did a lot of that this weekend too.

When I got home I immediately went to see my daddy. He wanted to make sure I knew he was great and that most importantly, we had a good time. Did I sleep any while I was gone? Not really.. I still worried but seeing him let me go home and fall fast asleep. Lol

I guess I am saying this weekend could have given us a different set of memories and I’m thankful it didn’t. I’m glad my daddy beat the odds but then again he and Jesus are known for that. He is also one who is selfless. This moment I feel certain changed him. Yet as always he chose to be positive and encouraging to those around him. So I guess don’t wait until tomorrow to make those memories. Make them today. Pull over on the side of the road and take selfies!!! Dance in the den with your babies. Go on spontaneous trips, make moments you’ll never forget. You can live in two places.( Regret Street or Embrace Avenue) I may not always make the perfect decisions that fits your narrative but it fits mine. I may not always look back and think well that was the greatest choice you could’ve made there but I never regret anything. It makes you who you are. It tells your story. It gives you perspective. It makes you feel like an idiot sometimes but then sometimes it’s the best moments you’ll ever have. Just enjoy your ride. Don’t make excuses…. and those moments. Remember those are yours to remember how you choose. Make them count. Live, laugh and love. The three l’s. I hope you keep making moments and I hope my first blog didn’t bore you to death. Next time I may write about some of my favorite stories behind the chair. Who knows… let’s just see how this first blog is received…