Make Every Moment Count

Make every moment count; I have heard this saying so many times that it began to lose its meaning, but now I have been re-awakened to the idea. When I was a teenager I took the moments and seized them (carpe diem), but they were for superficial things. Honestly, now I can only remember a handful of things that I did as a teenage that still hold significance in my life today.

In my college years I took advantage of everything I could; clubs, extra courses in different fields of study, parties, and internships. I thought that if I made these moments count then I would have success in life. Yes, in a way it is true that I have success in life because of what I did in college, but it is not the success that I dreamed of. Most of these moments are not significant anymore and hold no permanent spot in my heart.

Daddy/Daughter moment!
Daddy/Daughter moment!

My father use to say that worrying about the future would just make the future more daunting and instead I should just enjoy my life; I use to laugh at him. I thought that the more I took advantage of the moments given, than my future would be secured – truth is I was taking advantage of the wrong moments.

A mistake I hope to correct in my life now.

I was always looking for profit and gain. Whether it was improving my social status in high school, or being an overachiever in college, I missed the big picture – to live a life worth remembering.

When you finally come to that point in your life when you realize that the things that once mattered no longer do your thinking begins to change. I remember fights with my parents all through high school. I would yell and scream, I would even try to “punish” them by making them feel guilty, but for the life of me I cannot remember why I was doing these things. Whatever it was it matted to me then, but not now. I grabbed the wrong moments to seize.

I recently told my husband that we waste a lot of energy getting upset. At first he just stared at me, then he agreed. It took us 26 years, but we finally get why our parents always smirked when we got mad.

Personally I only saw my parents get mad, and I mean really mad, a few time. I remember asking my dad why he would walk away in the middle of a debate with my mother and his response was always, “You have to pick your battles,” and “it isn’t worth the energy. I would just be doing more damage.” So dad, I finally understand, sorry it took so long! Thank you for the lesson, it is one I hope to teach to my children.

I don’t want to seize the moments that will scar my memories, I don’t want to look back and only remember the yelling (which in this situation was directed at a puppy who decided to eat nail clippers).

Cooper attempting to look innocent!
Cooper attempting to look innocent!

I want to remember that I laughed so hard that tears poured down my face at a joke my husband told me. I want to remember all of the joy that I experience when I hold and play with my son.

Yes, the big moments in life matter, but so does the “smaller” moments. The everyday moments are worth being remembered and if you are too overwhelmed with life and trying to achieve success you may miss them.

Money will always be there and so will jobs, but life isn’t about making a living, it’s about making a life!

This memory is one I will always hold close.
This memory is one I will always hold close.

I hope you all take the time today to create lasting memories and live your life to the fullest!

~Sarah

Colossians 1:10 – “so that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and please Him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God,”

Hello World:

My name is Sarah and I am 37 weeks pregnant – just to be clear that means I am extremely large and for the most part, crabby! Since a vast majority of you are not women and or your not pregnant, I just wanted to let you see a glimpse as to what it feels like both physically and emotionally.

The question I get asked the most, how does it feel to be pregnant? Answer: It is like you are caring a 30-pound weight on your lower abdomen and you are not allowed to take it off, even when you sleep! For comparison, my puppy Cooper is a little over 30 pounds. Image him laying on you at all times and not being able to move him.

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Do you know what that means? It means that in order to turn over in bed at night you must wake up, support your stomach (or back) and swing it over to the side you want to lay on, and I do mean swing. There is really no way around it, you can’t roll because then you are on top of your baby, and standing up and readjusting is just out of the question, know why? Because your hips are in a ton of pain and adding more pressure to them is enough to make you roll over to your spouse and punch them, in their sleep – of course when I do this I blame our puppy.

Now that we have discussed sleeping habits, minus the waking up every 30 minutes or so to go to the restroom, let us move to chores. I will be the first to admit that my husband does a lot for me, he is just nice like that, but there are some things that he just doesn’t do the way I like…I know I am picky! So that means that a lot of things that need to get done around the house don’t, why is that you may ask – easy, like I stated above I have a 30-pound, non-removable weight on my abdomen, and my hips hurt so much that just your basic duck-shuffle sends me over the edge.

Note to friend: If you come into my home expecting perfections, please just leave…If you are a true friend, please pick up any number of the cleaning supplies that you can find and help! I also have plenty of laundry that needs to be put away before my puppy, Cooper, can steal anything else. (For some reason he really likes to steal remote controls and whatever else he can get his mouth on really.)

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As my husband so lovingly put it this past weekend, I have no more stamina. I cannot walk through 4 stores in less than 3 hours like I use to, plus walk everything up the stairs to my apartment, and then proceed to putting it all away, it just isn’t going to happen people! I do give a little blame to the fact that I live in a small town and the only store that has a “expecting mothers” parking area is Macy’s….I don’t need a thing at Macy’s!

Expectant Mothers Parking  So we park fairly far away and it takes me 5 to 10 minutes just to get to the main entrance of a store, and because it’s a weekend, fight through a hoard of people that just don’t care if your pregnant or just large.

I would also like to take some time to thank the elderly woman who clearly saw me waddling after my husband at Kohl’s this weekend and instead of waiting for us to pass, cut us off completely­­ – I almost fell flat on my face, an object in motion and all that! I would have let it go if you didn’t do the same thing to the couple walking into the store as you were “walking” out…more like bulldozing them over to get out. Poor couple looked like a deer in headlights (I also don’t get why you didn’t use the door adjacent to the couple entering in, but what do I know about common courtesy).

Now for the positive side of things: Yes, I am 37 weeks pregnant. I have clothes laying all over my home, a puppy that wants to play fetch or tug of war all the time, dishes piling up in the sink, and a full time job that I must be present at until my son is born. However, it is nice to have these problems, and it is very humbling to know that even though life gets stressful, I am happy with where I am in life.

It breaks my heart to think about those who don’t have a pile of clothes waiting to be folded because all they have is the shirt on their backs. There are no dishes in the sink because there was no food to cook. These are the real issues of our time! We have grown so accustomed to getting what we want and convincing ourselves that it is a need, we forget about those who don’t even have the basics.

The pain that I feel in my body is fleeting. Soon I will have my son and all these “inconveniences” will be placed in a box deep in my mind, but one thing is certain, I don’t want to forget how truly blessed I am regardless of the problems I convince myself I have.

I challenge everyone including myself to take some time today to think about your problems compared to the problems of the world, or even just the problems of your neighbor. Is it really worth all the focus you are giving it? Can you take the focus off yourself and turn your attention onto another?

Happy Friday!

Happy Friday everyone! Typically I would have something to say, but honestly this week has been really crazy with everything. So this weeks post is all about a lovely Chocolate Lab puppy named Cooper.

When you are stressed there is nothing better then looking at photos of cute animals and I know I maybe a little bias, but Cooper is by far the cutest pup around! Also this past week Cooper went for his first swim ever and took to the water like a duck. A short video will be below.

I hope you all enjoy and also if you have a fur-baby in your life that brings you joy feel free to share and post it in the comments below!

Cooper

So Much For My Husband’s Best Friend…

It wasn’t long ago that I purchased a beautiful Chocolate Lab puppy for my husband. This puppy has been on my husband’s heart for a while. He has always wanted a good, loyal lab puppy. So being the awesome wife that I am, I got him one!Cooper& Robert Of course there is some back-story, but that is probably better to tell at another time. So let me jump forward a bit and tell you about Cooper. Yes,    he loves my husband, but he has become my constant comforter and a great and loyal companion. It seems that honestly, he is more of my best friend than what I had originally anticipated. Cooper will run to my husband to play fetch or tug, but when it is time to nap or he is just in the mood for cuddling, he is right there next to me. Personally, I find this to be great practice for when my son is born. Cooper is always with me in the morning when I am getting ready for work and he does everything in his power to stop me from walking out the front door…until I give him a stuffed Kong toy! My bond with this pup is so strong and that is why the events that occurred last Thursday broke my heart. We enrolled Cooper into a puppy training class, mainly for socialization. He is a smart dog and already knows a lot of the commands, but we wanted him to learn to listen to us around distractions. Last week he was meeting one of the other dogs, that was not a puppy, and the dog attached him. I am not going to name the breed of the dog since that only helps by stereotyping. This dog was new to his family, but he was not use to other animals and my poor, playful Cooper found out the hard way. The other dog did clearly try to engage him in play, but in a split second changed his mind. Thankfully the injuries were not that bad (They honestly could have been way worse if the dog would have whipped his head), but it was the cries that broke my heart. I held my Cooper as close as I could and got a real dose of what it felt like to be a caregiver. Cooper Cooper Like a mother whose child has been bullied, I swept him up into my arms and held him as tight as I could until he stopped his whimpering and crying. When we finally went home, all we did was cuddle. Poor pup even had nightmares that night. This whole situation really gave me perspective on who I am. I am not someone to sit back and watch people in pain – I act! I will do whatever is needed to help and show them the love and compassion we all deserve. It is funny how a story about a puppy can cause me to reflex on my own personality, but that is what happened. Oh and on a positive note, Cooper is doing just fine and is back in puppy classes. He even has a new best friend! For those of you wondering about the older dog he is doing fine as well and has been enrolled in a more advanced socialization class to help him confront his fears.

Now enjoy a quick clip of puppies playing. This is sure to make anyone smile!

Sarah