These are the things I miss….

The orange sun too early with the roosters crow
College World Series traffic and parking cars on the short summer grass
Fireworks and the smell of baseball peanuts
Jumping into cold horse tank water because you just can’t wait
Sleeping bags and giggles on my mom’s dining room floor
Pink bike helmets and dresses on Sunday

I miss being a kid. I was good at it. I miss Nebraska and I miss most of my family living within walking distance of each other. I miss my grandma. She was awesome. She gave me ice cream whenever; not dependent on what time of day it was or if I had anything else to eat that day. Red lipstick and playing outside were always allowed.

Happy Memories…..



My husband Dave and I celebrated five years of marriage yesterday.

Lots of people love Dave. Hearing sweet stories of ways he has helped someone never surprise me. If I had a nickel for every time someone said to me, “I just love Dave. You’re so lucky,” I’d have somewhere in the neighborhood of $876 dollars.

After five years, Dave still makes me laugh. Just tonight he went to McDonalds to get a peppermint McFlurry and he walks in to the living room with just one. So, I said to my loving husband, “Did you only get one?” Dave says with a straight face, “Oh, did you want one too?” In my head I was thinking, are you freaking serious? Of course I want a freaking McFlurry!! Then he walks to the kitchen and come back with my McFlurry. He just loves to mess with me…he does stuff like this all the time.

I used to think we had do all these things together and have the same interests in order to be truly in love. I don’t think this is the case anymore. Truth is we have a plethora of different interests. Dave likes beer, rock concerts, and camping. I like books, church and bug-free environments. But we do love each other very much. He can still fix the worst day ever with just a hug. I’ve learned that we can find our strengths and inspirations outside of each other and bring that back to one another.

I look forward to celebrating many more anniversaries with my sweetheart Dave. I am so glad The Lord gave me such a great man.

I don’t know where these words came from, but I’m pretty sure it was not the bible and I wish they would go away

I will start by saying, please correct me if I am wrong. If you know where these two “words of wisdom” came from, please let me know……

I was driving on the expressway the other day, got off my exit and came to a stop at the bottom of the ramp. This person in front of me had some window cling thing that said, “God only gives us what we can handle.” It instantly reminded me of the other stupid words I hear all the time, “God helps those who help themselves!”

Does it really say these things in the bible? Who originated these sayings? I don’t believe that God expects me to “handle” anything! Isn’t that the problem everywhere we look, the country, the schools, our marriages, etc. Every where you look, we’re all going around trying to handle it. I think God wants us to come to him with everything, that is he is NOT asking us to handle or carry any burden. We may come to him and just cry while he knows the words of each tear drop, or we can yell, or be mad, or whatever……but I know we need not handle it alone. It’s kind of the whole point of HIM. Well that, and so we’re saved.

And who is “giving” us this “stuff” anyway? Is it HIM? People loosing jobs, cancer, hurricanes wiping out entire city’s, abuse, etc. What is he just up there passing this shit out and saying, don’t worry I don’t give you any more shitty ass crap than you can handle. Suck it up cupcake….you can handle this! Okay see ya later!

He never promised we would not have trials (or shitty ass crap as I called it above) he just promised we would not go through it alone. So, I know he does not want us to handle hit .He wants us to trust him and come to him with even the smallest of shitty ass crap we cannot handle. This is what I think. Wow a stupid window cling got me so fired up! LOL.


It’s too early for me to name this…….

When I was a kid, I had a pink bedroom (of course) and it faced the east. I loved those fifteen minutes before the sun came blazing into my room but it had cracked over the horizon to say, Good morning…..I’m about to wake you up. It was gentle and beautiful. I loved it.

My little boy loves the sun too. Each morning he sits up from bed, usually ours, and says, “The sun wakes up, mommy! It’s wake up time.” Then he toddles over to the window to lift the shade even though he cannot and we’ve told him a million times to let mommy and daddy do it. That kid never wakes up grumpy, he is always happy to wake up and always ready to get going on his day.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure excited each day I get to wake up too…’s just that, well, I’m a little slower to the start line. I need coffee and I need quiet for just a little while, before I can start talking to the world. I wish sometimes I was a little more like him……wake up happy, stay happy all day unless someone spills my goldfish, or my mommy has to go somewhere I cannot.

He’s such a great kid, and he’s really good at it. I hope he has a great childhood. I try, every single day with him to be gentle and loving, and teach him new things and always remind myself that I never know when we might just be making a memory that he is going to remember for the rest of his life.

Ain’t it Just Perfect though?

I was walking through my house this morning doing a million things, like cleaning breakfast dishes, organizing some things in our office, giving a pony ride (I was the pony, my son was the happy pony rider) and then I walked into our living room. There were dishes from last night when my husband and I shared some vanilla bean ice cream, hair on the floor from my dog, even though I had just vacuumed Friday night after work, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw some dust on the….okay the dust is everywhere 😉

So, I said to myself, “Self, didn’t I JUST clean this house?” Didn’t I just do these dishes, didn’t I just put those cute little brown shoes by the door yesterday? Yes, I did. I was briefly irritated at this vicious clean, work, school, sleep, repeat pattern that I am always doing but then I remembered something…

We have so much to be thankful for; my house is full of toys, and some days they are everywhere. But my son is also happy and safe. There are dishes on the counter at times, but that means we just ate. I could go on but you get the point. So much of this stuff just don’t matter. Live life and be happy, make memories and be with people you love.

That is what I am going to do. Someday when little Davey is at college, or married and raising a family of his own, maybe I will have lots of time to do all these other things. But, in the meantime, Lord, I am just going to be happy if things are at least in the ROOM they belong in and not necessarily put away! Am I speaking to anyone?;)



Reflective tonight

I sit here writing tonight my first official blog. The house is a little chilly and I am listening to my son sing through the baby monitor. He is three and a really good singer.

I am excited for fall and all the things that come with it, like Chili, football, and apple cider. This time of year has always been my favorite. The smell in the air, the crunchy leaves under my feet and searching for the perfect pumpkin have always been among some of the top things that make me smile.

I miss my grandma though too this time of year. We had a special bond. She died three years ago. I remember because my son was only a few months old and I was still on maternity leave. We traveled to Omaha two weeks before she died and we got a picture with her, my mom, me, and my new son. One of those generational photo’s. It is so special to me. I would give anything to call her house and have her answer the phone just once more. She was the best.

One thing I know for sure, Grandma is LOVING her some heaven. Grandma loved babies. I always joke (mostly to myself) that Grandma didn’t even probably “check in” when she got there. I am guessing she went straight past Saint Peter and found herself wondering around looking for the room with all the babies. Sadly, there are babies in heaven. Happily, my grandma is loving them.


Hello world!

Hi. I am Melissa. I work in finance but love to write. It has always been a passion of mine. So, this is sort of an outlet that will allow me to write and share life stories with others.

I plan to share stories about being a wife, a mom, and a child of God. I hope to connect with others and help others in any way I can. Sometimes knowing that others are experiencing the exact same things you are in this life, really helps.

I am excited an hope that you enjoy my blog!