Sometimes a break from routine is EXACTLY what we need, especially for us parents and couples! Bradley and I have never left Josephine before, which in itself is stressful. So, mommas I feel you! But we have made it a point to devote some time to focus on us this year as a couple. I was looking for a great staycation option that would allow us to be close to home, just in case Josephine needed us, or if I couldn’t handle being away from her for long. That’s when I found Choctaw Casinos & Resorts- Pocola. And Y’all this was a gem! 30 minutes from home and we felt like we were somewhere new! It was absolutely perfect!
I woke up to the sweetest message from a follower who wanted to tell me how she wishes to one day have a perfect marriage and perfect husband like I have. It was so kind of her to sing her praises over my marriage and life, however, I thought gosh if she only knew! Y’ALL my life, my marriage, my world is far from perfect. And I mean FAR from it. Some days I feel like I crushed it and then others I think Jesus take the wheel real quick because I am fixing to wreck into a brick wall.
Here is the deal folks. We live in a world where people post their “highlights” of their life and marriage. Sweet snapshots of their husbands gifts, love notes, and perfectly placed kisses plaster our screens. While we all have these moments we also have the gritty moments too. No one is posting picture of themselves mid disagreement. Hold on honey let me selfie this so I can post how today I asked you to change your clothes, per my germaphobe issues, before you sat on the couch and how you eye rolled at me super annoyed which set me off. Or hey real quick let me snap a pic of me trying to pick at you, which is your biggest pet peeve, and how much it sets you off. Or hey lets selfie the really deep hard times, like the moments we are not sure how to handle what life has thrown our way.
My marriage is far from perfect.
I am far from perfect. I’ll be the first to own that.
My husband is far from perfect.
Where are all my girls at who come home and slip off their clothes into something comfy?! Totally guilty over here! The minute I get home the jeans come off and I am back into comfy house lounging attire. Usually a tee or sweater and panties, no britches needed! And YA’LL have I found the cutest most comfortable panties EVER! Best part is you don’t even have to shop for them, they come to you!
Ever have those days where you just want to grab your phone swipe up on your home screen, switch that little airplane button on and simply shut the world off?
That was me yesterday.
You know one of those days where sadness just overwhelmingly crashes over you like a wave and you’re too tired to fight it off. You just want to wallow in it and drift off into it. You feel like you’re floating in that deep sea of despair and anxiety.
That was me yesterday.
Welcome to my site! I am beyond excited to share my imperfectly perfect motherhood journey with you all. I wanted to create a space that encouraged women and mothers on their journey. Being a woman and a mom is one of the hardest jobs I have ever had, yet the most rewarding and incredible job I am so proud to have. Each day is a new experience and learning venture. I am beyond grateful for the amount of love and encouragement my mom friends have poured into me during this time. Those late night texts and calls have covered everything from sharing stories, laughter, love, and talking each other off the edge. In my experience, the mom community has been overwhelmingly incredible and I hope to share a piece of that love and encouragement with you in my blog.
Let me begin by introducing myself. My name is Christine and I am a wife to the most humble and kind man, Bradley. We met in college at Oklahoma State University when I was working on my undergrad in English Education and he was finishing his undergrad in Geology and moving onto his Masters. Can you imagine this Illinois city girl falling in love with a tall handsome cowboy? You should have seen the looks we got when I brought him home for the first time, cowboy hat, roping dummy and all. Or the fact that I am a chronic OCD, germophobe, clean freak and he was a red dirt, rough hands, blue jean man who somehow swept me off my feet. God knew what he was doing putting him in my life, Bradley has been my rock and constant place of refuge for the past 6 years. I wouldn’t want to go through life holding anyone else’s hand. I love that on those rough hands of his each scar and bump tell a story and I get to hold each story in my perfectly lotioned palms. It’s humbling. I would be lying to you if I said it’s been all rainbows and butterflies. Because it hasn’t. Trying to create a life together when we come from COMPLETE opposite worlds has been good, bad, ugly, inspiring, humbling, arduous, but overwhelmingly filled with love. I grew up in a suburb outside of Chicago up north. Bradley grew up in a tiny town in Oklahoma. To say we came from other sides of the world is an understatement. BUT the biggest similarity we have is the immense amount of love within our families.