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Friday, July 22, 2016

Two Months in Gainesville.

Two months of being homeowners (SO ADULT) and it still feels like a dream. Sure, in this dream we are also exhausted and overworked (Chris, not me) and have a teething baby, but STILL. We have a house. LIVING THE DREAM. 

I still get all teary-eyed when I think back to the weeks leading up to Match Day, how I wanted to match in Gainesville so badly, but was afraid to let myself even consider the possibility. Because we all know if you really want something, there's no way you're getting it, right? No idea why I think like this. 

Fast forward to now, waking up in a perfect little house in our perfect little city. I still feel like I'm on vacation in a new place, but I know it will just continue to feel more and more like home. 

Waking up and going to this beautiful yellow corner to get a cup of coffee and then having my choice of rooms to drink it in is a far cry from waking up in our studio and walking to the kitchen (which was actually just part of the den which was actually just part of the bedroom) and having the choice of either drinking it in bed or in the one chair we had. 

I'm just overflowing with thankfulness over here. I thought I'd share some of my favorite things about my new life in my new city. 

Skies like this. It's not a big city, so there aren't tons of building and lights. Meaning that the sunsets are stunning and the stars are clear and it's just beautiful. 

Having an outside area that's all ours. That hammock is my happy place.

This little munchkin having his own room. Jack having his own room to nap in has been a GAMECHANGER. 

Having room to workout in my living room. And by workout, I mean roll my yoga mat out and quickly have it swiped by Gatsby, who's napping needs are more important.

An excuse for DIYs. Mourn with me for a second...I bought an unfinished dresser so I could paint and stain it the colors I had in mind. It. Took. So. Long. And it was like, a thousand degrees outside while I was doing it. It was waaaay more work than I had in mind. But I did it! And I loved how it looked in Jack's room....for a whole two weeks before Ikea recalled it because it was literally killing kids. Now all my hard work is hidden away in a closet. 

Being able to get all of Jack's books out of storage! My baby shower was a "bring a book instead of a card" one. It's been so fun to get to read these to him!

Like I said, overflowing with thankfulness. 

There are phases in life where you just stop and say thank you, and this is one of them for me. I'm so thankful we're here, I'm so thankful for this house, I'm so thankful for my family. Life is busy and sometimes a little hard, but it is so, so good. 

What's making you thankful lately?
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Thursday, July 21, 2016

Baby Jack: A Birth Story (The End).

We left off with me riding the epidural high-those magic pain-free moments after hours of pain. Magic, I tell you. 

My parents came by and my dad remarked that it was so nice to see me so calm and relaxed. I think what me meant was knowing you, I'm shocked that you're not a terrified bundle of anxiety right now, and he was right.

I don't know how to explain it, but the night before Jack was born will forever be one of my favorite nights. I think a lot of it had to do with the fact that it was nighttime, so everything was just more quiet and peaceful. The lights were softer and there wasn't so much noise. 

It really felt like the night before Christmas, or a big vacation. Christopher and me just hanging out, dozing for twenty-minute stretches every now and then, watching house hunters (the only channel that would come through haha), eating way too many popsicles, and browsing the humor section of pinterest. 

Around 3:15AM I woke up to a popping sound. I threw a pillow at Chris to wake him up and told him I thought my water had broke. He told me it had (perks of being married to a doctor!). 

I fell asleep, and woke up to the nurse telling me she wanted to try a practice push to see how my body was reacting to the epidural. I did what she told me, she screamed at me to stop, and ran and got the doctor. Within minutes the room was full of lights and nurses and my favorite doctor. I figured that meant something was about to happen, so I texted my mom, "Wakey wakey, we're having a baby!"

This is the part where you all get to hate me. 

I looked back later at what time I sent the text. I texted her at 5:35. 

Jack was born at 5:58. 

The first time I held my little bub.

I shouted, "He's so tiny!" When the doctor was handing him to me, and the doctor laughed and said, "No he's not!" But he was just the tiniest little babe I'd ever seen up close, and it was insane to me that his itsy-bitsy arms and legs could already move. 

When he was placed in my arms, I felt a rush of emotions, but they were different than the ones I expected the feel. It was less of an, "I suddenly love you" and more of an, "I'm so happy you're finally here, I've always loved you, you've always been a part of my life and I'm just so glad we're together now." I felt relieved, like we'd been waiting for this moment for much longer than 40 weeks. I felt pride and love and just a downright connection rise up in me and overflow from my heart, and it was perfect. 

It's such a strange experience. One second, this baby is an unseen, unheard face inside of you, and the very next second, it's a moving, crying actual part of this world. It's the strangest feeling.

Our first photo as a family of three. Chris is beaming, I am fading, and Jack is pretty mad about the whole being born thing. 

I'll spare you details, but there's no sugarcoating it: Birth sucks. An epidural wearing off sucks. Recovery sucks. But there are absolutely no words to describe the magic of waking up as a family of two one day and starting the next day as a family of three. There aren't words to adequately explain the feeling of holding something that is half of you and half of the person you love most in this world. 

When it was time to come go home, it felt like we were doing something wrong. Like, surely they weren't about to let us leave the hospital with an actual baby. Surely someone was going to stop us and say, "Yes, but can you really take care of him?"

But they did let us leave, and we went out into the real world to start our life as a perfect little family. And while I still feel pretty clueless, it's been six months, and we're still going strong.

This looks like he's crying, but he's really not. He still sleeps like this, sucking his little bottom lip in. 

Home the first day, after the first shower that felt so magical, letting Gatsby get used to his little brother. 

And that is the story of how little Jack Isaiah Jacobs came into this world.
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Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Things I Believe in This Week: Books & Floats.

Pool days and hot pink floats. I firmly believe that weekends are for fun, not for boring adult responsibilities. Most recently, I believe that weekends should be spent in the pool, on a hot pink float if at all possible. I'm currently working on growing a money tree so that my weekdays can also look like this. Stay tuned. 

Getting a library card. I got a library card last week and it has already brought me so much happiness. Getting a library card is one of the best improvements you can make to your life, and it's free. Free books, something to do when you need to get out of the house but don't want to spend any money, a free place to go when you need to feel creative, the ability to read things you wouldn't normally read without the risk of spending your money on something you might not love. Again, why doesn't everyone have a library card?! I don't understand. 

Pushing yourself out of your comfort zone every now and then. This might sound a little prideful, but I am SO proud of how much I've pushed myself since moving to Gainesville. When it comes to new people, I am extremely introverted, and when it comes to new places, I am extremely anxious. But I've tried my best to forget that and just throw myself into life lately, and I have to say, I feel much happier for doing so.

Making your life a place that you love. I've been thinking about this so much lately! This keeps rolling around in my head: It's my life, I'm the one who has to live here. It's challenging me to make my whole life a place that I love, no matter what anyone else may think of it. I'm the one who has to live here, I might as well enjoy it!

What do you believe in this week? 

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Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Nine Moments Every Book-Lover Has Experienced.

I'm a book-lover, and that's putting it mildly. I think "almost dangerously book-obsessed" might be a better term, but let's stick with book-lover, because that just sounds better. 

As any true book-lover knows, reading is an emotional rollercoaster full of its ups and downs. Please laugh and cry along with me as we take a look at some of the most common moments we've all experienced in our reading journeys...

When your favorite character gets killed off. 

When the couple you've been rooting for since the first chapter kisses. 

When you find out the character you were hoping was fake dead is actually real dead, and there is no justice in the world. 

When you hate yourself for guessing the twist way too early.

When you don't guess the twist at all and are genuinely surprised. 

When you finally get your hands on a book that everyone has been raving about...and you hate it.

When you read a book that turns you into a fanatic. 

When you finish reading one of the best books of your life and have the biggest reading hangover that won't let you make it past the third or fourth page of a new book, because nothing will ever be as good. 

When you catch yourself wondering how your favorite characters are doing or where they're at in their lives...and you have to remind yourself that they're not actually real. 

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Monday, July 18, 2016

Don't Grow Up.

Long live the weekend, am I right? 

With Chris' schedule right now, he gets black weekends (meaning he works straight through from one week to the next) and golden weekends (meaning he gets both Saturday and Sunday off). This weekend was golden, and it was wonderful.

I think a lot of times, during busy seasons of life, we put a lot of pressure on any time off we get. We feel the need to schedule it out and make to-do lists (so, so guilty over here) and run endless errands and end the weekend more exhausted than we started it. 

Sure, time off has to look like that sometimes. But there's something to be said for just having fun. For leaving the dishes in the sink and letting the laundry wait a little longer, for putting off the errands until the next week, for blowing off the grown-up thing to do and just enjoying life for a little while. 

I've always loved the Hemingway quote that says, "When you stop doing things for fun you might as well be dead." Sure, that's probably a little bit of a drastic way to look at things. But really--if you spend all your time doing things you don't really enjoy, are you really living your life? 

Make time to have fun. Make time for pool days and movie nights and junk food and good books. Make time to just breathe, to enjoy, to relax. And then on Monday morning, wake up with your alarm and get back at it. Dream big and work hard and tackle that to-do list. 

But the weekends...those are for never growing up. 
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Friday, July 15, 2016

Create Something Good Today.

When I think of creating, I think of Hobby Lobby. Of aisle after aisle of magic just waiting to be used in a DIY project. 

When I think of spending a day creating, I think of hiding out in my house with glitter and glue guns and fabric all over the table. I think of spending hours browsing Pinterest for the perfect project. I think of curling up under a blanket and writing my heart out. I think of things that take time and effort, but are oh so satisfying. 

The thing is, though, that we create so much more than projects. We create moments, we create memories. We create the way our home feels, the way our lives feel. We create what our Friday afternoon looks like. Every single day is an experience, and it's one we get to create.

I don't know about you, but I want to create good things. The best things.

I want to create whimsical mornings and late night kitchen dance parties. I want to create sunset neighborhood walks and slow afternoons. I want to create memories despite stress.

I want to create a life that feels like mine. A life I'm proud of. And do you know what lives are made up of? Days. They're made up of Mondays and Tuesdays and Saturdays and Sundays. Day after day after day. And days are made up of hour after hour, and hours are made up of moment after moment. 

So if you want to create a good life, you can't just look at the big things. you can't just look at vacations and dream chasing and weekend adventures. You have to look at the moments, the hours, the days. 

Create those. Make them what you want them to be. You only get so many of them, after all. 

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Thursday, July 14, 2016

Letters to Jack: 6 Months.

Little bub!

You've been alive for six months...that's half of a YEAR. 

While it has gone by somewhat fast, it's also hard to believe we've only known you for six little months. That you've only been snuggling me for one hundred and eighty-two days. That your sweetest little smile and laugh and your giant personality wasn't around yet just seven months ago. You fit in so perfectly that it's like you've always been here. 

The older you get, the more fun I have hanging out with you. Your laughs are my favorite thing in this entire world. You are obsessed with Gatsby, and if he so much as walks into the same room as you, you laugh and laugh and laugh. 

You've decided that you don't need to go back to sleep after five anymore, so I'm pretty tired, but I don't mind. I put you in your bouncer and you watch Veggie Tales while I drink my coffee, and every now and then you turn your head back to give me the sweetest smile. Those itsy bitsy baby smiles fill me with more happiness than I knew could exist.

For the first time, me and you have been on our own a lot. We've gone solo grocery shopping, done Target runs, and even met some new friends together. Adjusting to taking care of you by myself has been a challenge, but I wouldn't for one second want it any other way. Having you with me makes my days so much richer. I was made to be your mama. 

You've woken up from a nap and are now rubbing your face into my neck as I type this. You smell like baby sunscreen and are making the sweetest little coos as you hug me, and my heart feels like it just might explode. That's how you make me feel every single day. 

Thank you for filling my life with unexplainable joy. Happy half birthday, you little munchkin. Love you forever. xo

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