Friendship

On our journey of life friendships come and go.
I find that as we get older, we get married, and have babies our friendships have more meaning.
They have more depth to them.
I’m realizing at this point in my life that I am wanting, and needing friendships that consist of 
quality rather than quantity.
I no longer have the desire to be the popular girl, have the most friends, or be accepted by everyone.
And believe me this is a huge feat for me!
I know who I am and what I stand for.
And hey it only took 27 years, right?!
I’m not looking for a best friend.
That’s why I married my husband, Mr. Three 🙂
{Like the new nickname?}

These days I want friends who exemplify the same qualities I do.
I want them to have the {near-same} morals and standards for their children that I have for mine.
I want them to walk with and be believe in the Lord.
I want them to be two way streets and feel as though they are always looking out for my best interest,
and vice versa.
I want to know that we are both fully committed to the friendship and won’t withhold anything or judge one another.
Friendships didn’t always used to be this way.
In fact they used to be easy 😉

I’ll let you all in on a little big secret
Something funny happens when you have kids…
your friends seem to fall off the face of the earth.
For me this was a gradual change.
One friend here, one friend there. 
I don’t care how many people don’t want to admit to it…it happens!
Perhaps it’s because you have an all new set of priorities….
your priorities change to focus on this adorable new life you have created 
while your old friends are still focusing on themselves.
The reservations at the newest restaurant in town, what days they are going to the beach, and what guy they are waiting on to call them back.
You’re suddenly consumed by night time feedings, # of poopy diapers, a sleep schedule {or just getting sleep in general!}, and fitting into your pre-pregnancy jeans!
Friendships change after you have children.
Sometimes for the better, sometimes not.
It’s the friendships that get lost a long the way that hurt the most.
Maybe you’ve lost a friend or two recently because of expanding your family…
maybe because of something else…
maybe you lost a friend and your not even sure why.
Friendships just like any other relationships take work.
The real ones do anyway.
I’m talking about hard, dedicated work.
Blood, sweat, and tears.
From both sides.
When a friendship becomes one sided, or too much work
 one must step back to 
{think} and {pray}
where they want the relationship to go.
Is each person growing because of this friendship?
What do they want to gain from this relationship?
A life-long sister?
Someone they call each year to say Happy Birthday?
A future God-parent of their child?

Then there are the friendships that have become toxic.
Has this friendship somehow, someway become harmful to both or one person?
Are the feelings you are having mutual and able to be worked out
or is it past that point?
How do you know when to hold on and when to let go?
I want to share something with you.
 Today I ended a friendship of 7 years {off and on}.
Why?
This friend and I have been down this road many, many times of reevaluating our relationship.
We both brought our issues to the table,
like adults 
{probably for the first time}
and kept everything respectable.
There were calm reactions to unintentionally hurt feelings from both of us.
There was the understanding of miscommunication and how we could communicate better next time.
There was talk about moving forward .
There were displays of raw emotion, and apologies.
It seemed like we were on the right path to repair.
Like we were one stitch away from a new friendship.
But at the end of the day I was  no longer feeling fulfilled by this relationship.
The relationship had become more of a burden than a benefit.
It was bringing a heaviness to my heart,
and left me empty.
After praying over this friendship for weeks,
asking Him to show me the right way,
searching through my heart and soul for reasons to keep this friendship afloat
I just couldn’t anymore.
I couldn’t let this keep bringing me down.
I was tired of the sadness, the emptiness.
I always knew the friendship we would have today would never be the same as what we used to have and I was okay with that.
At least I thought I was okay with that 
because I thought we would be able to get close to what we used to have
If  we both worked really really hard and gave it our all we could get very close to where we used to be…
but it turns out that we couldn’t.
No matter how hard we tried.
You can’t fit a square into a circle.
This new friendship wasn’t working for either of us.
I couldn’t hold onto the feelings of jealousy, animosity, and hurt.
I didn’t like the heaviness this friendship had on me.
It was slowly turning me into someone I didn’t want to be.
It wasn’t fair for either of us.
It was time to let those feelings go.
Time to let her go.
And  I did.
There were no hurt feelings, no mean words exchanged.
Just a mutual understanding that this relationship was no longer working for both of us.
It was sad that something that used to once mean so much to me is now gone, 
probably forever.
Even though I have said goodbye to this friend I wish her a lifetime of happiness.
I will continue to pray for her everyday.
I pray that she finds peace and happiness in her life-for her own contentment.
I pray that she finds the healing she has been looking for for a long long time.
I pray that she finds Him to fulfill her, and not anybody or anything else.
I pray that she doesn’t settle, because she is so much better than that.
There will always be a tiny scar on my heart with her name on it and I will look back on our time together and smile.
{source unknown}

Sunday

This weekend was spent 
trying new recipes, 
delighting in old ones, 
first day’s of Sunday School, 
enjoying our church family,
 a leaking ceiling, 
a repairman,
a new big boy car seat,
 and a family dinner at our new table 🙂
How was your weekend?

Versatile Blogger Award, Woot Woot!!

Hey there!
Wanna hear some fabulous news?
B over at Feeling Bloggy nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award!!!!!
How awesome & sweet is that?!
Way awesome & way sweet!
I am beyond thrilled…
so thanks B 🙂
I know this is a small victory in the grande scheme of things in the blogging world, but hey you gotta start somewhere right?!
Okay so here’s how this award thingy works:

First head over and show some love to B at Feeling Bloggy for nominating yours truly!
Okay now that you’ve seen B’s blog 
{and probably fallen in love with her fashion and writing style}
listen up!
 because in order to accept this award I have tell you 
7 facts about myself.
Let’s face it that is so not.hard!
I love you guys and love sharing my life with you.
So without further ado here we go…
1. I can be either the worlds most productive person or the worlds laziest person!  
I might take an entire weekend and clean every single inch of the house or not clean for two weeks!  It depends on my mood.

2. I slept with a handmade baby blanket my grandmother made for me until I was 21 {no judging allowed!}

3. As long as its not 20 below zero outside I absolutely love the outdoors!  I could sit outside soaking up the sun, listening to the birds while reading a good book every.single.day of my life.

4. I have a slight coffee addiction. 
 Like 5 or 6 cups a day {but who’s counting?}especially when there are seasonal favors like pumpkin spice in the fall 🙂

5. I want to adopt a child.  
This has been on my heart for many years and the more I develop my Christianity the heavier these messages have been tugging at my heart.  
Little signs and feeling here and there, giving me hope!
I haven’t figured out all of the details yet but I know one day  we’re destined to make our family bigger.

6. I tend to over use exclamation points!  
Sometimes I find myself writing a post and while I proof reading it I imagine a fellow reader thinking to themselves, “Jeeze sounds like this gal’s all jacked up on Mountain Dew”…which I can’t stand BTW 🙂  
I try to scale back on them as much as possible, I really do, but sometimes I’m just a happy, peppy, full of life person.
What can I say?!!!!!!!

7.  I also have a slight obsession with vacuuming.  
As in I will vaccuum our house at the mere sight of a speck of a crumb and I absolutely love the noise the vaccuum makes while it’s sucking up things from the floor!  
Weird I know!
 but I love hearing our house actually being cleaned
 {if that makes any sense?!}
 Vacuuming is probably my favorite part of “cleaning” our house.  
I also have a slight obsession with brushing my teeth- but that’s for another post!

Well thanks for listening and hanging in there with me!
I hope you all learned something new about me, and feel free to comment at the bottom with a fact {or 2} about yourself too 🙂

Here are my nominations:

and for the award rules:
1. nominate up to 15 fellow bloggers who are relatively new to blogging.
2. let the nominated bloggers know that they have been nominated for this award.
3. share 7 random facts about yourself.
4. thank the blogger who has nominated you in a blog post back to their link.
5. add the Versatile Blogger Award picture to your post.

I stand up for my Grandmother

Today’s post is going to be a little heavy on the heart.
Okay, maybe I lied.
It’s going to be a lot heavy on the heart…
especially mine.
Inspired by Brie over at Sophistifunk today I am sharing my story about standing up to cancer.
This is the story of my grandmother.
Like any other grandmom she had the sweetest, most gentle, kind soul.
She never asked for anything, needed anything, or wanted anything.
She was always doing for others, rather than herself.
She never raised her voice, always had cookies and Tastycakes at her house, and was always there for us. 
In fact she played a huge part in raising me, and walked me down the aisle at our wedding.
A year and a half after losing my grandfather we found out my grandmother had a tumor in her brain and more in her lungs.
This was in June.
She went through all of the radiation treatments her doctors instructed, and of course being the proud woman she has always been known to be, decided to cut her hair extremely short for when it began falling out…
which eventually it did.
As summer became fall and fall turned to winter the doctors realized the radiation wasn’t doing much for her.
She was already in frail health and the cold of the winter wasn’t helping.
She was sent home and started receiving in-home care from physical therapy and occupational therapy to keep her mind and body as sharp as possible.
Shortly after she started hospice care.
Hospice is a nice word for “keeping someone as comfortable as possible until their homecoming.”
Grandmom’s homecoming was on February 15, 2010.
Cancer took away one of the most solid, influential people in my life.
Am I mad?
Darn right I am!
Am I sad?
Beyond words.
Do I miss her and wish she was never taken from us?
Every.single.day.

So as I sit here with tears welled up in my eyes because I know my children won’t be able to experience my grandmother like I did I pray that no one ever has to go through what she had to.
I pray that one day there is a cure for all cancer.
I pray that you too will stand up to Cancer.

Side Braid

A few weeks ago my hair became that length where a girl needs to make the decision
to keep growing it
 or cut it.
My first thought was to cut it.
Then I began seeing all of these cute hairstyles and thought to myself…
if I don’t cut it I could totally try them!
And that is what I have been doing.
Most days being a 20 something- momma of three-who doesn’t have very much time to focus on my outer beauty makes it hard to figure out what my sense of style is.
So far even doing the smallest something to my hair {ahem} the side braid gives it that extra little umph, and that is enough for this momma!
Plus, this is a hairstyle that is manageable on pretty much any hair you wake up with 🙂
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New New New!

Remember that makeover I promised last week?
Well it’s HERE!!
What do you think?!!
I am absolutely head over heels in love with it.
I think the colors, style, and font depicts my personality amazingly!
Thanks to a Saucy blogger friend of mine I contacted Laura at Howdy Girl and she was able to make my vision a reality…
and sometimes that’s not the easiest with me!
I mean she hit the nail on the head, and was so polite, kind, and more than willing to explain a few things along the way to me 🙂
In fact, I kinda felt spoiled!
So thank you Aunie and Laura for re-vamping this little blog of mine, and making it a more enjoyable, colorful, full of life place to come!
Now do me a quick favor.
Look to your right…see those two super cute buttons?
 I am officially ready to start button swapping! 
I’d love to swap with ya!
Feel free to shoot me an email here and we can work out all the details 🙂
Thanks!

Where were you?

“Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?
Were you in the yard with your wife and children
Or working on some stage in L.A.?
Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke
Risin’ against that blue sky?
Did you shout out in anger, in fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry?”
-Alan Jackson

September 11, 2001.
11 years ago.
I know exactly where I was.
11th grade honors English class, and sitting next to my best friend Danielle.
I will never forget.
I even remember what I was wearing.
Jeans and a short sleeve dark blue & light blue striped shirt.
An announcement came over the loud speaker from our Principal.
 The World Trade Center in NYC had just been hit.
They didn’t have any other details.
The lesson came to a halt as our teacher took a small grey radio out of the closet and turned it on.
 We all gathered around and just sat there.
Listening…
 and wondering,
why?
Why would someone do this to America?
Our America.
Our country.
Why would somebody want to hurt and kill all those innocent people?
Who would want to do that?
Before class had ended there was second announcement from our principal.
The second World Trade Center was hit.
Again?
Another one?
I remember feeling completely vulnerable.
There were bad people out there who wanted to take our country down and so far they had succeeded.
What’s next?
I started thinking of all the major cities in the United States.
Chicago. Miami. San Francisco. Phoenix. Philadelphia.
Philadelphia.
Half my family lives in Philadelphia!
Were they okay
Were they safe?
 Were they worried?
What was going through their heads?
Oh how my heart ached for my family.


11 years later I will never forget. 
11 years ago bad people did bad things to our country.
Plain and simple.
This was the first time I ever experienced heartache, pain, and being this vulnerable.
There were so many unknowns in the days, weeks, and months following this attack.
Were we protected?
Was it going to happen again?
Who and why did this to us?

Everyday I am so thankful for our freedom. 
I am thankful that we have people willing to fight and protect us.
Everyday.
We live by an Aviation Tech center so there are always military planes flying over.
When I see them it brings me right back to 9/11/01.
They are protecting us and they have a family too.
A thank you for making the commitment of putting themselves at risk to protect our lives.
Seeing a person in uniform these days has taken on a deeper meaning as well.
I’m overcome with a sense of gratitude. 
Hearing the stories of fathers, mothers, brothers, and sisters being reunited with their loved ones has a special place in my heart.
 My husband’s uncle was in Iraq for his 1 year tour.
His other uncle worked in Manhattan the day the WTC was attacked and had to walk all the way home.
He went to school with children who became orphans that day because one or both parents worked in the WTC.
So this has really hit home for us.

So now, 11 years later, when we look back at this day it takes on a whole new meaning.  
We lived through this but our children will live to learn about it.
This is now in their history books at school.  
Just as we learned about the battle at Gettysburg, World War II, and Pearl Harbor they will be learning about September 2011.
I’m sure they will come home from school today telling us about the bad people, the brave people, and the people who lost their lives.
I think it’s important that we remember, and educate our children about these days in America’s history.
Where were you when the world stopped turning?






Schedules

Are you a scheduler?  
I am.
Do you like routine?
I do.
I wasn’t so much sans kids, I was more of a fly by the seat of my pants kinda gal.
However with 3 kids there is just no way around scheduling.
 I love love love schedules….
and routine!
Honestly, I think my kids like it too.
They seem to do best when they know what’s next, or what to expect rather than just waking up and being able to do whatever they want when they want.
Our unscheduled days seem to bring the most chaos, tears, and bring out the worst from every one.of.us.
Don’t get me wrong I can handle spur of the moment events, I’m just not a big fan!
I like routine.
I like to have an yummy & nutritious afternoon snack ready for my kids when they come through the door after school.
I like our bath, book, and bed routine we’ve stuck with since our oldest was 2 🙂
This is just what works for our family.
What works your yours?
P.S. Enjoy this cute little cartoon I found that I think is just HIL-AR-IOUS!

You’re gonna miss this

Your gonna miss this.
That’s what my husband said to me as I gave him a not-so-nice look after he made an annoying noise while swallowing his drink.
I made my husband feel horrible all because he swallowed too loudly.  Seriously?!
I’ve never been a fan of bodily noises {of any kind} but I tend to take this out the worst on my husband.
After he said that, time stopped.  I felt like I got sucker punched in the stomach.
This happens frequently in our house.
Little things my husband does that irk me.
Dirty looks given to him in return.
If I’m being completely honest, these are real things that happen in our house.
It’s not always glitz, glamour, and rosy cheeks!
I’m not always perfect.
Does this happen with your significant other?  
I’m sure there are little things your s/o does that make you crazy too.
Maybe he never drinks a full glass of anything that is poured, or puts his dishes in the dishwasher.
Or leaves an empty roll of toilet paper…all the time.
Maybe he snores too loudly at night?
Whatever the case is why does it irk us?
Why do we let little things like this eat at us?
I promise this is going somwhere just hang in there with me through this post.
I promise it’ll be worth it.
My husband has never said those 4 words to me before, “You’re gonna miss this.”
Tonight it really hit home for me.
Wow!  One day I will miss this!
There will be a day when he won’t be around and I’ll be eating by myself in complete silence because he is not there to make his little noises.
There will be a day when he’s not around to leave balled up dirty socks around the house.
The day will come when ESPN isn’t on our tv’s 24/7.
All of those annoying acts will only be a memory…
and that my friends is scary…like take my breath away scary.
Can’t even fathom that day in time scary, and instant tears scary.
Today these things bother me.
Today they are a nuisance.
Something that I cannot stand.
But one day I am gonna miss them.
One day, if it’s just me by myself, I will miss him.
Everything about him.
His smell, his clothes, his face, his child-like smiles, his feet, his touch, his kind soul, his deep brown eyes.
Even the noises he made that I was once not too happy about…
and the balled up dirty socks around the house.
Tonight I learned something. 
This stopped me in my tracks.
It was like coming face to face with an 18 wheeler at 70 mph.
I don’t want that.
I don’t want to remember being nasty to my husband because of little noises he makes, or habits he has that make me cringe.
Who cares?
Is it really that big of a deal?
No.
I realize this is something I need to work on.
I need to be thankful that my husband is here for another dinner with me, that he walked through the door after working and driving home at 3am, that he is always willing and ready to change a dirty diaper, or take the kids to the grocery store with him.
Or that he can tell when this momma needs a morning to sleep in, or just a few minutes to myself.
I know I’m becoming long-winded and your probably wondering where I am going with all of this!
Titus 3:2 says
 “to speak evil of no one, to avoid quarreling, to be gentle, and to show perfect courtsey toward all people.”

This is something that we are called to do.
To be gentle, to show courtesy towards others, especially our husbands.
Do something for me-today.
The next time when someone does something that bothers you think to yourself:
One day I’m gonna miss this.
Remember that we are called to be gentle, always. Not sometimes.  Always.
See if that changes your perspective on things, because I know it changed mine.
P.S. Thanks for hanging in there with me through this loooooong post!

What’s your favorite?

Fall or Summer?
Upon the arrival of fall around here I always try to gauge which season truly is my favorite.
It’s just hard because I’m so in love with both seasons!
Years ago my favorite season was summer where I could spend 6 hours laying on the beach, surfing the waves, summer nights spent on the boardwalk, and having ice cream for dinner.
Wearing mini skirts and tank tops was the fashion, wavy salt water hair, and smelling like coconut, ah!
Days that last forever and nights that never end.
Nowadays with 3 kids to pack up and to haul a ton of toys to the beach, on top of worrying about who’s throwing sand on who I enjoy fall a bit more.
The temperatures are cooler and more breezy-which makes for a less sweaty and more patient filled momma!
Jeans, boots, and long sleeve lovelies.
Pumpkin spice coffee and warm apple cider-need I say more?!
Colorful scenery, scarfs, and spice scented candles.
Warm fires, and early bedtimes.
Trips to the pumpkin patch and apple farm.
Firey red, bright yellow, burnt orange and brown leaves twirling to the ground.
Back to school, festivals and Thanksgiving.
Ghosts, goblin’s, and witches.
Yes.
I’d say I’m more a fan of fall these days then summer!
Bring on fall!
What’s your favorite season?