Brains are silly things.

I'm going on a date with my husband. For the occasion I'm wearing large dangling hoop earrings. I feel really self-conscious . I know I shouldn't, but I do. 

They probably cost less than $5 and they aren't ostentatious at all. Yet I feel as though I am shouting, "Hey, Everyone! look at me! I'm wearing earrings!" 

Usually I can't take it and I take them off before I leave. Not tonight. Tonight I'm powering through. Im going to enjoy my dinner and look amazing (because those silly earrings really do perfect my outfit) and not feel awkward at all. 

I've decided. 

(At least that's the plan.)

Always Double Tap

I've learned that flies are just like Jason Bourne. If you don't see the body, they're not dead. 

Reflecting

As I'm lying on my bed with a 9-month little cutie-pie girl propping herself on the back of my husband, jabbering on about who-knows-what, I realize something. Those problems I've got and those stresses that exhaust me? How inconsequential. How blaringly unimportant compared to these loves.