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Happy Mother’s Day. For all mothers of all kinds

Happy Mother’s Day. For all mothers of all kinds. You are loved❤️❤️❤️

Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in ashes
You're covered in rain
You're covered in babies, you're covered in slashes
You're covered in wilderness, you're covered in stains
You cast aside the sheet, you cast aside the shroud
Of another man, who served the world proud
You greet another son, you lose another one
On some sunny day and always stay, Mary
Jesus says Mother I couldn't stay another day longer
Fly's right by me and leaves a kiss upon her face
While the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of glory
Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place
Mary she moves behind me
She leaves her fingerprints everywhere
Every time the snow drifts, every time the sand shifts
Even when the night lifts, she's always there
Jesus said Mother I couldn't stay another day longer
Fly's right by me and leaves a kiss upon her face
While the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of glory
Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place
Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in ruin
you're covered in secrets
You're covered in treetops, you're covered in birds
who can sing a million songs without any words
You cast aside the sheets, you cast aside the shroud
of another man, who served the world proud
You greet another son, you lose another one
on some sunny day and always stay
Mary,

My 3 girls left today to go to the beach together.

My 3 girls left today to go to the beach together.

WITHOUT THEIR MOTHER.

RUDE.

But seriously, I can’t tell you the joy in my heart that they’re going together—that they want to be together as friends and sisters on vacation.

Eleven years ago, my oldest, Caiti, was rescuing her sisters from a burning house.

This week, I have it on good authority that they’re contemplating getting tattoos to celebrate their sisterhood—their resilience—their collective gift of life together.

And just so you know, I have a funny relationship with tattoos.

Side story—my daddy had plenty of poorly executed tattoos on his upper body that he got in the military, likely in a shady place under the influence of Budweiser.

Still, I LOVED his tattoos. They were comforting to me. I love them on men in general.

I even like them when they're tasteful on women.

But on my own daughters, I’ve been less than enthusiastic about the idea.😂😂🥳🥳

Here’s the thing though.

I love them. No matter what.

Wishing our kids were different in some way robs of enjoying who they actually are.

And who they actually are is pretty amazing.

I am just so beyond grateful that they’re mine and I love their spunk and personality and courage and their unshakable bond.

And if nobody comes home with a giant Donald Duck on their bicep in honor of Papaw Jim, I’ll consider this trip a win.🎉💃

Also? It’s May. Which means peonies.

Peonies and sister tattoos.

Bloom away, dear ones.

I’m here for it all. ❤️❤️❤️

These bebes are home!!!!! We went live today on

These bebes are home!!!!!

We went live today on YouTube and talked about parenting mistakes and how to help your kids become more emotionally resilient! It was so fun!!

They are pretty amazing and you might enjoy hearing their thoughts as college girls!

Also? In my coaching program this month, we’re studying the power of nurture and how to become the parent/mentor you want to be!

We close today though!!

What have been your hardest struggles in your current season of parenting???

I’ve been this tall and had these thighs since I

I’ve been this tall and had these thighs since I was in 4th grade.

I’ve always had strong, muscular legs.

Most of my life, those are not the legs society praises for women.

But a few years ago a study came out linking the size of your quads with longevity.

It appears I will live a GOOD LONG LIFE, dear ones. 😂😂🥳🥳

And also? I’ve learned to love my strong legs.

They’ve done amazing things for me and for the people I love.

They’ve had injuries and learned to adapt.

They’ve been smaller and larger.

They’ve carried babies and burdens and hundreds of miles of hard earned life.

They’ve taken me to the tallest mountains and the sweetest valleys.

I’m glad they’re mine.

And I’m gonna keep making them strong.

Thunder thighs are all the rage, in case you needed to hear that today.

Confessions of a crazy plant lady. I scavenged se

Confessions of a crazy plant lady.

I scavenged several clippings of this plant (it’s called Christ in the Manger, for REALS❤️), a few from my sister and a couple from a local nursery. It has grown like CRAZY over the last two years. I haven’t dared move it because of said growth. Everybody who comes to my house comments on how lovable and quirky it is. I wholeheartedly agree.

It’s the WEIRDEST plant in all the land but I love it with all my heart. (I’ll include more pics in my stories)

I moved it outside for the spring and then SPRING BETRAYED ME.

I didn’t kill it but I seriously hurt its plant feelings. It was really scary droopy for a couple days.

Y’all, I cannot kill this plant. For OBVIOUS reasons. 🙏😂🥳

So I’m sitting vigil on the porch this afternoon, watching this resilient baby come back to life.

We have that kind of resilience too, ya know.

We were made for spring betrayals.

We were designed by our Creator to get stronger under the pressure of life.

Remember it. Believe it. Practice it.

Grow and give life all around you, despite the harsh circumstances that may come.

You are a life-giver. Don’t ever forget.

Commitment. My coach told me today that the reaso

Commitment.

My coach told me today that the reason I missed the lift (a full clean at 136.4 pounds to be exact) was not because I wasn’t strong enough but because I didn’t commit to it.

I assumed I wouldn’t be able to do it so I didn’t go ALL IN. I went half in.

Truth be told, I was kinda scared.

But when he told me to get my HINEY (or something like that 😂) back to the bar, I borrowed his belief in me that I could do it.

And I did it.

My gym friends cheered.

I almost cried.

He was right about the all in part and I’ll be mulling over what it means to go ALL IN all day today.

All in parenting.

All in wife-ing.

All in surrending.

All in loving.

They say the way you do something is the way you do anything.

Here’s to surrounding yourself with ALL IN people.

ps. sometimes the price for all in is bruised up collar bones. I still love @bigsteve1990 and @10experience 😬🥳❤️

Calling All People Pleasers!! You NEED to hear thi

This is Tom’s first beach trip and watching his

This is Tom’s first beach trip and watching his AWE at the beauty and majesty of it all is something I won’t soon forget. Also? I keep having deja vu moments because he looks SO MUCH like my Tay who is 30 now and about to have my first grandchild 😭😭🥳🥳❤️❤️❤️❤️ so that shakes me back to the reality that I’m not 25 and may in fact need reading sunglasses and a Grannie name😂💃🏼🤩.

Life is so weird. And so grand. Stevie and I were chatting last night about how unbelievable it is that we are raising this boy—-that somehow it was always supposed to be this way. That we are the ones who get to witness this magic and shoulder this loss. I don’t think I’ll ever get over it. I hope not. 😭❤️

And hurry and get here little one. We are crazy over you already.

I spent the weekend with these doll babies and I’ll tell you what I know—I couldn’t have made it through this crazy journey called life without them.

Also, in case you wonder what it likes to be from the south, I never call either one of them by their first names and never have. Meet Brother and Sister (also known as Sissy). You’re welcome❤️❤️😂🥳

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