Monday, January 17, 2011

I've been putting a lot of thought


into a new tattoo. I'm ready for one. I can't explain why, but I love the way having tattoos makes me feel. I like the fact that I don't look like the type of person that would get tattoos and people are always surprised when they find out.

I have my next two figured out. It's just working up the nerve to actually get them because they're both bigger than anything else I've gotten.



This is the one I want to get for Olivia. An olive tree represents strength, beauty and dignity. Perfect to symbolize my beautiful little girl.



Obviously this is the name of my blog and has meaning to me. It's a lyric from John Mayer's Gravity and it's just always stuck with me. That's where I want to be, where the light is.

I'm excited and can't wait to add to my tattoo "collection."

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Saturday.

Luis is going hunting this weekend. This will be our first weekend away from each other since I was pregnant. And for some reason, this is really bugging me.

Of course, there are those thoughts about not feeling safe at home at night all by myself and blah blah blah, but really, honestly, I just don't want him to go. Everyone who knows me, knows that I'm a HUGE quality time person. That's how I show people I care for them, and that's how I know someone cares about me. Well, in my profession, we don't get many Saturdays off. And I actually happen to not have to work this Saturday. And guess who's going out of town? Blah.

I hate that we only get one day a week as a family. Sometimes I wish we could be those normal families that make breakfast together on Saturday mornings and watch cool cartoons together. This Saturday we could have actually done that. We could have pretended to be normal.

But maybe normal families DO spend weekends apart every once in a while? Maybe I'm being too hard on Luis and on myself? Maybe I should just be thankful that we both have well paying jobs and that we are always able to spend our Sundays together? Maybe.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Adult?

So I'm not quite sure when this happened, this whole adult thing. All of a sudden I find myself with a boyfriend of five years, a one year old little girl, a home, a career... It totally just baffles me. In my head and in my heart, I feel like I'm still 17.

How many 22 year olds can say they have what I have? How many have accomplished this much is such a short amount of time and are still somewhat sane?

The [almost] four years since high school have been a blur.

Paul Mitchell: To say it changed my life would be putting it mildly. I learned more than just about hair in my 11 months there. I learned that I can do what I love, make money, and have the family life I've always wanted without being $50,000 in debt and having some fancy degree. And the fact that I gained life long friends is a major plus. :)

Olivia: From the time I found out I was pregnant, I knew my whole world would be rocked by this amazing little creature. And is has. Being a mom, being responsible for another person's life is, by far, the most my rewarding accomplishment. She continues to make me question myself and learn new things and, without even knowing it, pushes me to be a better person. She's the love and light of my life.

Luis: Despite the ups and downs, no one has ever gotten me the way he does. And I feel like he'd say the same thing about me. He takes care of me, makes me laugh, pushes me to better myself, and calls me out when needed. I'm so lucky to be sharing my daughter and my life with him. Even after almost five years together, I still get excited when I see his car pull into the driveway in the evenings. We may not be the "perfect" couple, but perfect doesn't exist, and I'm completely happy with what I have.

I may not know how I got here, but I'm so glad I did.