Tuesday, May 4, 2010

"Even if there is nothing to laugh about, laugh on credit."

Fun photo shoot with my Brooke darling! Can't wait to do it again and can't wait to move back to Michigan <3

Monday, May 3, 2010

I'll be your Hattie if you'll be my Fredie

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Mad about March

Way to win it State! Sparty on!

Are you in the Izzone?

Monday, December 15, 2008

"Start living now. Stop saving the good china for that special occasion. Stop withholding your love until that special person materializes. Every day you are alive is a special occasion. Every minute, every breath, is a gift from God."
~~Mary Manin Morrissey

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Hello My Puppies!!!

Tess and Izzy Jumping the Dock :)

I can't wait to go back to Hubbard Lake next summer!!!!! Who thought winter was a good idea anyhow?!?!?!

Daddy's Little Girl

All I ever had to do was raise my arms high and I knew what would happen next. Two hands, much larger than mine, would grasp onto my little palms and away I would go. Flying in the air. Swinging back and forth, until I got so dizzy that the ride had to stop. Then I would turn around, trying hard not to fall over, and wrap my little arms around my fathers waist and tell him how much I loved him before he could tell me.

It was always a race, a little game we played. Who could say I love you first? Even though I'm a little too old to be swinging around in my dad's arms, I can still feel all of the love that he has for me, no matter who says it first, or if it's even said at all. Every time I get a note left on my car after work, every time that he insists I don't have to change the oil myself yet... just let him do it. Every time a random bag full of my favorite gummy worms is placed on my pillow after a bad day I know that he loves me. It's always been the little things that have counted. To this day he questions what I'll be doing at night, and make sure I drive safe. If you need someone to pick you up give me a call, even though he knows that I won't be drinking that night. many people aren't lucky enough to have a man like this as their father. Someone who is willing to do anything, to go all out for you. And when I say all out, I mean all out.

Back in high school I was on the swim team. I had been since I was in seventh grade. And since seventh grade my father had never missed a meet. No matter how far away it may have been, I could always count on him being in the stands waving and cheering for his daughter. Then one day, my senior year, my dad couldn't show. Once in six years. That night I got home and found flowers and a note on how sorry he was that he couldn't see me swim and that he would make sure to cheer extra loud next time. How anyone can be this amazing is beyond me.
I've learned some of the most important things from him. Like, tomorrow is a promise to no one. If you hear the alarm in the morning, it's already a good day.

Life is lumpy. A lump in your oatmeal, a lump in your throat, and a lump in a breast are not the same. Learn the difference.

Speak a little, listen a lot.

Mermaids ARE real.

He has taught me to live, to laugh and to love with all of my heart. Because you're going to get hurt one way or another, so you might as well make the most of it. And I can't begin to express how thankful I am that I can call this man my father. One day I hope to be as funny, as witty and as wise as him. I hope that I can pass on all of the things that he has taught me to my children. That they'll say, gosh mom, you're just like grandpa. And I'll say, I know sweetie, aren't I lucky?
I'm not sure when it started, this growing up process. But I know that I can't stop it. Physically it's impossible. Mentally it's hard. There are so many people telling you who to be and how to act. Thoughts get muddled and you start to forget that you WANT to be five again. Now time is spent in politics and finances. Things you had no reason to worry about when you were young. Things that you had no business meddling in. Suddenly you remember the life that you really want to live.

Twenty five and running through the front yard sprinkler.

Being the obnoxious table at the restaurant, but only because the tables around you have grown up and forgotten how to laugh.

When did we decide that growing up had to be so painfully boring? Who says you can't swing past sixteen? Go to the zoo at thirty? Roller skate in your seventies?

Guess what!?! I'm 23, and I'm going to take my turn on the penny ride at Meijers. I worked my ass off for that penny, and I'm going to enjoy it. If that means your three year old has to learn a lesson in patience.... so be it.

Life is short. Don't take your time here for granted. Live it up. Forget the pain you've been through. Let it go and enjoy the laughs. Do something you never thought you would. Tell him you love him.. Jump from a plane. Take a trip....by yourself.

Don't be afraid to get hurt.

Just remember