Monday, December 26, 2011

Come away with me and I'll never stop loving you.

You didn't know my name in High School. 
Three years ago if someone would have told me, that kid right there- he's in your future, I would have blown it off with a grain of salt. 
With a first glance, we're barely alike, really.
You love football, and I couldn't tell you the first thing about it. 
Then again, I'm willing to bet you won't ever understand why I choose to wake up Saturday mornings to talk.
The start of 'us' was unplanned and unconventional. 
As everything with beauty goes, we grew into something phenomenal. 
I know this is real because I'm not afraid to be exactly who I am with you.
I know this is real because our story isn't golden plated. 
I know this is real because even when things seem bad, they really aren't that bad because you're still right beside me.
I know this is real because you don't hold me to my past mistakes.
I know this is real because you are my biggest motivation.
I know this is real because you give me a high that is unmatched. 
I know this is real because every ounce of my being hosts my genuine faith in you.
My drive stems from the need to fulfill your happiness.
For the first time, I've grasped the concept to truly value someone else happiness over your own. 
Nothing in the world gives me more satisfaction then to see you smile.
Maybe we're just young- and according to some, we couldn't possibly conceive the notion of 'true love'.
But, I guess my question would be, what does your vision consist of then?
Two people who share common goals.
Two people infatuated with each other.
Two people making sacrifices for each other.
Two people with exceptional dedication.
Two people sanding side by side.
Well, this is it. 
I love you, Daniel.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Friday, November 25, 2011

Purpose.

Daughter, Niece, Sister, Aunt, Nana- heck, I'll even answer to 'Mom'.
I consider myself to have many titles but none more important than those listed above. 
Today Alayah Kay turned 4; amidst the birthday cake, inflatables and gift wrap, I took a good look at the beautiful family God has blessed me with.
My Grandmother is the sweetest woman I know and my Grandpa is a hard working man. My Mother has six sisters; all of whom are married with atleast 3 children and live within a 2 mile radius of each other. I am the oldest of 26 grandchildren. When I say my family is close, I mean close. 
I see aunts, uncles, cousins- on the daily.
My family can put an Italian family to shame. We're loud, chaotic, crazy and we love each other with every part of our being.
Traditional is an understatement. Our values and morals are very strong and family oriented. The idea of- The man is the provider, the woman is the homemaker and only to be barefoot and pregnant- is still the mindset of most of my family. Right or wrong, its the way I was raised. 

As I get older, I find myself holding close the traditions instilled in me as a little girl. 
To my family, I'm a bit of an experiment. The first 'Grandchild' to graduate, date & move away from home. 
I've set some lofty goals for myself in the future but, I believe above anything else, I was meant (someday in the far future!) to most definitely be a Mom.
To anyone else, being a senior in high school and thinking about anything other than college partys... is odd. But, not to my family. 
My Grandmother blatantly expresses to me the exact necessities needed to be a good wife and mother. 
She, along with my Mom and Aunts, are simply doing as they and generations before them have done.
To tell the honest truth, I don't mind a bit.
As expected, one day I just know I'll have a large family of my own and implement the same ideas my mother did  me.
I've heard my friends remark about how sometimes, I'm very "Momly"- and its true, I can't help it.
Maybe I'm a freak, or just strong instinct- when I hear a baby cry, its nothing of panic and I guarantee I can solve the problem. 
I'm also probably the only 16 year old to ask my doctor about the possible infertility rates and statistics of an HPV prevention shot at my last check up- you should have seen the look on his face.
No matter where I end up- right here beside my six aunts and uncles, or four states away- will never take away who I am and how I was raised. 
I believe family is Gods biggest gift.



  This is only one third of us!
                Never a babyless year in my family!
                                 Sometimes I just know.

                                  Quite an odd thing when your baby cousin becomes taller than you...

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Happy Halloween! 
I love all of you!

Forever.

Growing up in a town that doesn't even exist on a map, these are our heros.
In Louisville, the Friday night lights and roar of student section-can be seen & heard for miles. 
Our boys-of-fall are worshiped for their success and, rightfully so.
This photo was taken at my last Senior home game; our boys won- as always.
I'm going to miss this.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Leaves


How I love fall! 
Beautiful colors, warm coats, hot drinks and crisp, cool air.

Oh boy.
Ashton Skyler James.
I'm going to miss you so much next year.
Watching you learn and grow is quite possibly the greatest feeling in the world.
You are so strong and so smart and I hope you never forget that. 
I taught you your first word, I taught you to throw your first football and now I hope I can teach and set a admirable example for you in life.
No matter how big and tall you get, you better always remember I'm your big sister!
I love you with all of my heart baby brother.




With a recent addition to the electronic department in my life, I've decided to create a picture blog.
The significance of my first picture symbolizes the most important interpretation of life. All too often I forget to re-evaluate my view point and remember: Sometimes in life, its going to storm; but a little bit of rain will never destroy the original phenomenon.