Just a plain-ole-Monday…

Growing up, my parents had a boat. We enjoyed many summers on the local river, spent quite a few nights camping and have a lot of stories and memories to share. It was a point of fun (and frustration) throughout a few years of childhood. My big sister and I took boat lessons and I took pride in being the copilot of my parent’s boat. I could drive it, dock it and set the anchor at a young age. Though I lost many of those talents over the years, they are memories that my sisters and I laugh and talk about now.

The excitement of the past few days didn’t end today. We went out for a boat ride with friends. We spent the day on the river, the boys played at Blue Springs park while checking out the manatees (though they were more interested in running around the grass) and we cooked out at Hontoon Island. We shared stories, enjoyed the sun and were shocked by the massive alligator we saw sunbathing beside us. It was a gorgeous Florida day.

There is an old tree that my family and I always stop to take pictures at. Daddy stuck his hand through it and startled Jacob. Well, that sent him running and screaming (nothing a quick snuggle couldn’t fix). I happened to capture the moment on camera without realizing it. His face is quite priceless!

Despite getting yelled at by the park attendant (apparently they closed 15 minutes before we returned…oops!), the day was amazing. My boys, my momma and Jacob’s friend from the womb (and our good friends!) and the day was built for memory making.

I hope all of you enjoyed the day after Christmas and were able to snuggle your family and enjoy every moment. Happy Monday!

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Making Strides…

Some breast cancer fighters don’t like walks. And that’s ok. Last year when I did the Making Strides walk, I was still fighting this disease and anxious to be cured. This year, I debated on going. I wasn’t sure if I should because they celebrate survivors and I’m not sure how I feel about that. And I debated because I tire easily and it’s a long walk on my feet.

As I thought about it more, I remembered how much I enjoyed the company of fellow fighters, survivors and those who support us because they love us. I remember the tears that I fought back at being surrounded by thousands of people that are there in support of a cure.  And those memories of the people who stood by my side. That’s why I went. To feel pride that I fight to survive every day. And that people near and far support me – in so many ways.

It was an early morning that resulted in us forgetting to bring a stroller. That’s right, we are totally the family with a toddler that forgot a stroller for a 5k. Oops! Thankfully were able to share with Jacob’s BFF from the womb. They both wanted to walk most of the way anyway, so it worked out well! Plus they love copying each other. 😉

It was a wonderful day filled with love and support. Friends traveled to walk by our side and we had the chance to hug friends that we didn’t expect to see. I am so incredibly glad that we went and walked. Though my feet need a serious rest, it was absolutely worth the laughter, fun and memories that were made today.