Perfection is overrated.

I have learned that life isn’t about getting it “perfect” but maybe living in the small instant that comes before perfect. After all, it’s more fun anyway.

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I’ve always taken 100 pictures to make sure I get just the right one. This morning when I found the last one was perfect, I backed up to that one above. It just seemed…..perfect. It captured the true essence that is my wild children. The world we live in creates this idea that everyone and everything should be a certain way at all times. I just have to disagree. Sometimes when you’re rushing out of the door to get to point B and the kids are already complaining that their shoes are too tight or the other one is taking their hair down and you are just about to snap before you can put the kids in the car in that moment, laugh. Yes, just laugh because no amount of screaming will make you feel quite as good. (Trust me)

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Photos tell a story and hold memories that often change over years. The one thing that stays the same is the photo itself. Nothing has brought me more joys and rewards than motherhood. I’m learning to live perfectly imperfect with a family perfect for me.

When you’re not enough, remember this…

“No matter how good of a woman you are, you will never be good enough to a man who isn’t ready.”

 

Words to live by no doubt. We’ve all had that one relationship or person that just couldn’t or wouldn’t work and yet we spent countless times trying to force it. When I was in high school, I thought I knew everything, had all the answers and you couldn’t tell me anything. Looking back, I am so grateful for all of the missed opportunities and unanswered prayers. My husband and I have known each other our entire lives and even though we maintained a good friendship, timing was always off. He was seeing someone or I was busy running my parents crazy. Funny how we look at things later isn’t it? Blessed is the understatement of the century.

I’ll never forget the first time he picked me up to “ride through town”. To this day I can tell you where I was at, what I was doing, and at least 90% of our conversation via text messaging. I knew walking out the door things would change, but I could have never guessed how much. From that moment on we where inseparable. Don’t get me wrong, it was nothing short of a whirlwind we were caught up in but, it was my whirlwind and I’ve never been real afraid of rough weather. I knew that we where in for it. I also knew there was nowhere else I’d rather be or anyone else I’d rather be in it with. My husband saved me. Whether he knew it then or if he even knows it now, he saved me.

Truthfully, I never thought I’d get married or I assumed I would end up with some “asphalt cowboy” as Jason Aldean so eloquently put it. Someone too busy chasing a living or a dream to settle down with little old me. We talked several times about marriage and I assumed the same for him. He’d marry some high school sweetheart and settle in right here. Funny how fate intervenes. It’s something you just can’t avoid. I am so glad it came knocking when it did and not a moment too soon. The most valuable lesson I’ve learned is that happiness isn’t always easy to find, and life is entirely too short. Enjoy it, when the right “Mr. Right” shows up it will be well worth the wait.

My husband far exceeds any and all expectations I had. He is loving, kind, hard-working, and dedicated. Most importantly, he reminds me that I’m just right for him. He loves and appreciates me flaws and all. He was worth the wait, the heartache, and the happy ending. If you have found yourself wondering if it’s time to close the book, I don’t have that answer. I don’t know your story or your pain. What I do know is life has a way of working itself out. Sometimes things fall apart for the sole purpose of better things coming together. This isn’t Cinderella and sometimes the shoe just doesn’t fit.