Goodbye Old Me

I found a couple blogs from friends that I have missed since I have not been on Facebook. There definitely are some people I have lost touch with, because of distance, and maybe because we weren't the type of friends that had play dates regularly, but we still loved to check in on each others' families. So a few I remembered having blogs, and lucky for me I found them!

I was glancing over one families' blog and I just loved seeing the photos of her kids growing up so fast! Then I came across a post that struck me. It wasn't her typical post about the adventures their family had been on. It was titled perspective.

This post spoke about another family that had just lost their baby girl to a rare disease at 7 months old due to liver failure. This brought me to tears, as most things do. But what stood out to me was an excerpt from this families blog by the mother that lost her baby girl...

Just like my friend posted, I feel like I can relate to the "old me" sometimes... This is what I mean when I say we can convict each other in a good way. These are the wake up calls that sometimes we need to hear to make us truly realize how incredibly BLESSED we are and how much we have to be THANKFUL for. I want to say good riddance to the "old me" forever.

To read more about Ruby's story and to check out the new foundation they are creating in her honor go here. Bring your tissue box. I assure you, you will need it. 

Excerpt from {Just For the Record} the taylor family.


“The old me thought I was tired and stressed out. The old me was unsatisfied with my clothes, my weight, and my ugly carpet. The old me dreaded hearing the babies cry over the monitor, too early in the morning. The old me was bored watching cartoons, and folding laundry. The old me hated making breakfast, and pour endless sippy’s full of milk every day. The old me dreaded running errands with two kids to get in and out of car seats and into shopping carts. The old me did not think it was a big deal to spend a Saturday at the beach, or paddle boating around the lake. The old me was tired and grump from walking up the hill to our house from the lake. The old couldn’t wait until nap time, when I could have some time to myself. The old me hated doing dishes, and checking the mail. The old me rushed bedtime and skipped pages in bedtime stories. The old me sang lullaby’s quickly, and was relucted to sing, “just one more.”

What was the old me thinking?!

My heart is literally aching right now to have my old life back, but with my new perspective. What I would give to have my whole family home on a rainy Sunday morning, making breakfast, and delivering chocolate milk on a fancy platter to my little Kate. I want to forget about the dirty dishes, and get down on the floor with my girls and play, play, and play. I would be thankful for that cheap carpet, because it beats none at all. I dream of the day that I get to wake up in my bed, and hear BOTH girls waking me up early in the morning. I will make them whatever they want for breakfast, and turn the music up loud and dance while I make their pancakes (because I know that is what Kate will want.) I will get them dressed and spend time gently combing and doing their hair, and breathing them in. I won’t rush them. What is the rush about anyway? I’ll load them in their carseats, and give them kisses while I buckled them in. I’ll be happy listening to Disney songs as we drive to Target, or McDonald’s, or the park. I’ll chase them, and tickle them, and push them on the swings. We will spend our evenings playing outside, and cooking dinner together in the kitchen. Bath time will be long and drawn out, just like it should be. Bedtime will have lots of cuddling, and a few bedtime stories read slowly while doing the appropriate voices for Papa Bear, Mama Bear, Baby Bear, and Goldilocks. Matt and I will fall into bed exhausted together, and thank Heavenly Father for this new perspective on life and what is truly important and ask that we might be able to always remember.”
 
 


Definitely gave me a new perspective. And now the tears are flowing again!!!

Okay.. I have to end on a not completely depressing note, here are a few pictures I wanted to share from a few weeks ago when we had a rare summer storm and when Addy said "I want my bathing suit!" as soon as she saw the rain, I couldn't resist. It was a fun little change for San Diego in September...I LOVE rain!

Funny thing is that I wasn't the only one that had this idea. I just read another post from a friend here in SD and her little man did the same thing. Too cute. ♥

"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come." 2 Corinthians 5:17