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Good Words

Friends, my playlist is about to get a major Mama makeover. Elliott and I have never been the kind of parents to keep our preferred music away from our son. Sure, some of the content got watered down once little man’s ears started to pick up on words, but we never fully converted our music of choice over to a Kidz Bop-approved variety. Over the last year or so, Brooks – our son who is now five years old – has taken a special interest in singing along with me to the songs that are on my playlist. We sing in the car, he sings along with the music while I work out or while we run down back country roads. It’s kind of become our thing. When we get to the songs that are filled with uplifting messages – messages that reinforce our faith or encourage self-confidence – I always say, “Listen, buddy! These are good words.” After a few months of me reminding him to pay close attention to the lyrics in certain songs, Brooks has now started to ask me, “Mommy, are these good words?” wh

Birthday Adam Eve

First blog post ever. The task feels a bit daunting, but also pretty thrilling if I'm honest. I've sniffed around this corner of the world for a little while now, loving the idea of having a creative outlet and connecting with folks on a whole new level. But taking the first step, setting up a site, writing a first post...that's different. Now it's real.

I asked my four-year-old son what he would write about, if he could pick anything in the whole wide world. He said Blaze and the Monster Machines. Don't tell Brooks...but I'm going to go in a different direction. (But if there's anybody actually reading this out there...y'all let me know if the content goes sour. I'll change it up and start writing about Blaze. I'll admit - it's cool.)

I'm currently in the homestretch of being 32...T-minus three days until the big 3-3. My mama would say it's my Birthday Adam Eve. (You know...the eve of something is the day before the actual occasion, but Adam came before Eve. You get the idea. We get really festive with this concept at Christmas each year, counting down from Christmas Adam Adam Eve. But I digress.)

So I'm about to officially be "well into my 30's"...whatever that means. I used to think I would have everything figured out by this point in life. I would know exactly the kind of person I needed to be to be my best self and living my best life, and I would have all the confidence in the world to boldly be that person and live that life.


Sorry to burst your bubble if you're a mid-20-something who's reading this, still believing that you'll have your life figured out by the time you're "well into your 30's." Or maybe you will. I hope you do. But that hasn't been my experience.

This past year brought with it some extreme highs and lows. I struggled with things I never saw coming, and I became a version of myself that I didn't recognize or care for. I made mistakes I never thought I would make. I had a few heaping doses of humility, served with a few sides of regret.

By the grace of God, as well as my family, this year also allowed me a wake up call. A chance to learn some hard lessons and develop a hunger to find the absolute best version of myself. And that's where I am now, heading into the final days of my 32nd year...on an absolute, all-out, unrelenting chase to find the best version of myself that I can possibly be.

I chose the name Every Third Day for this blog as a nod to the current rhythm of my family's life. My husband is a firefighter who works a 24 hours on/48 hours off schedule...every third day. Although being a fire family doesn't define every aspect of who we are and certainly doesn't tell our whole story, it is the underlying heartbeat of our day to day. For better or worse, we live our lives on a three day rotation...shift day, coming-off-of-shift day and getting-ready-to-go-onto-shift day. In one way or another, it defines how we do life each and every day.

My husband wasn't always a firefighter. He left his career in retail management to do this thing that he loves so much. It has been incredibly inspiring to watch him develop a passion that wouldn't turn him loose until he succumbed to it. And I must tell you...I'm incredibly honored to do life with a man whose passion is helping others every day.

Watching him live his passion has slowly and quietly pushed me to begin to do the same. This blog is part of that new journey. And to the handful of kind folks who are taking the time to read my ramblings...bless your sweet hearts. I'm glad you're here. I'd love to hear from you. My hope is we can learn from one another and help nudge each other toward our best selves and our best lives. Cheers to that, cheers to you, and cheers to finding something every single day to celebrate. I'm starting with today - my Birthday Adam Eve. Here's to 33!


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