I feel like you strung a chord in my soul. These words are both comforting and uncomfortable to read. Comforting because I needed that moment. To breathe. To reflect. Uncomfortable because I’m learning and stretching too, and sometimes I fight against it. And sometimes I mourn how I wish I was living… the things I wish I was doing. And sometimes I want to scream at myself for NOT living in the moment. These precious moments slipping away so quietly I can’t hear them ticking until I look back and see what a quiet thief time really is.
If I was with you on that beach, I would tell you how grateful I am to sit by you. That heaven opened in my kitchen today as I sang T. Swift with my babies and danced so silly to make them laugh. That I cried tears of joy and sorrow at the same table. Life is so rich for those brave enough to taste.
🤍🤍🤍 and !!! Have you been holding out on me that you’re a writer?! “Life is so rich for those brave enough to taste it.” Hot dang Hallie!
I resonate so deeply with the mourning for what was + what could be, and I too get the urge to scream at myself for not being present. One of the most heartbreaking mama moments for me was when Huddy learned to say “look up mama” cuz he was asking me to get off my phone and pay attention to him.
And oh my heart at the family T Swift kitchen concert 🤍 what a sweet moment to surrender to!
Awww Courtnie, as always, your words have a way of piercing straight into my heart and meeting me where I am. If I were sitting with you at the beach...I would tell you how I feel both afraid and exhilarated by change, how I dug deeper into myself and found a new grit-a cowgirl grit, I would tell you how I'm learning to embrace Ezer (a biblical role of the helper) in my home, how I'm finding God in the blueprint of it all.
Oh friend 💞 I would give you the biggest hug + so happy that cowgirl grit found you ... you wear it so well darling! And oooh “finding God in the blueprint of it all” LOVE IT + that feels like a beautiful essay to me!
I felt like I was right there with you at the beach. I could feel my shoulders melting. That sounds absolutely joyous.
I’d tell you I also feel humbled lately. Pregnancy reveals my limitations. I’m trying to lean into those limits as a gift from the One who has tremendous blessed me, even on the days it doesn’t feel like that.
Thank you for sitting with me 🥰 and oh how I remember those limitations well! They are humbling + joyous gifts all in one. Wishing you a smooth pregnancy + delivery!
I hope beach walks will meet you at your next duty station 🤍 ugh and yes! It boggles my mind how one more tiny human can change so much in your life + reveal new things about yourself.
I feel like you strung a chord in my soul. These words are both comforting and uncomfortable to read. Comforting because I needed that moment. To breathe. To reflect. Uncomfortable because I’m learning and stretching too, and sometimes I fight against it. And sometimes I mourn how I wish I was living… the things I wish I was doing. And sometimes I want to scream at myself for NOT living in the moment. These precious moments slipping away so quietly I can’t hear them ticking until I look back and see what a quiet thief time really is.
If I was with you on that beach, I would tell you how grateful I am to sit by you. That heaven opened in my kitchen today as I sang T. Swift with my babies and danced so silly to make them laugh. That I cried tears of joy and sorrow at the same table. Life is so rich for those brave enough to taste.
🤍🤍🤍 and !!! Have you been holding out on me that you’re a writer?! “Life is so rich for those brave enough to taste it.” Hot dang Hallie!
I resonate so deeply with the mourning for what was + what could be, and I too get the urge to scream at myself for not being present. One of the most heartbreaking mama moments for me was when Huddy learned to say “look up mama” cuz he was asking me to get off my phone and pay attention to him.
And oh my heart at the family T Swift kitchen concert 🤍 what a sweet moment to surrender to!
Ah, precious memories of sitting with you on a beach!
Thank you for hugging the stranger in the parking lot… the power of a hug… priceless.
Luv you!
Can’t wait to sit on a beach with you again 🤍 or even the poolside with the boys! Thank you for saying that - I always forget the power of a hug.
Awww Courtnie, as always, your words have a way of piercing straight into my heart and meeting me where I am. If I were sitting with you at the beach...I would tell you how I feel both afraid and exhilarated by change, how I dug deeper into myself and found a new grit-a cowgirl grit, I would tell you how I'm learning to embrace Ezer (a biblical role of the helper) in my home, how I'm finding God in the blueprint of it all.
Oh friend 💞 I would give you the biggest hug + so happy that cowgirl grit found you ... you wear it so well darling! And oooh “finding God in the blueprint of it all” LOVE IT + that feels like a beautiful essay to me!
I felt like I was right there with you at the beach. I could feel my shoulders melting. That sounds absolutely joyous.
I’d tell you I also feel humbled lately. Pregnancy reveals my limitations. I’m trying to lean into those limits as a gift from the One who has tremendous blessed me, even on the days it doesn’t feel like that.
Thank you for sitting with me 🥰 and oh how I remember those limitations well! They are humbling + joyous gifts all in one. Wishing you a smooth pregnancy + delivery!
Ohh this made me miss my Florida beach walks.
New husband schedule and new baby is so so hard, especially when they’re gone more.
And previous forms of self-care not working is very relatable
I hope beach walks will meet you at your next duty station 🤍 ugh and yes! It boggles my mind how one more tiny human can change so much in your life + reveal new things about yourself.