May 4

Why I’m Happy Wednesday: 34

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Every morning I walk downstairs after getting dressed in .5 seconds. I’m usually the last to get ready before we head out the door for school. I have my hair up, no makeup on, and usually some sort of outfit for the gym. But no matter how much of a hot mess I’m looking like, Avery always tells me I look beautiful. Every single morning.

The other night she came out of her room shortly after I put her to bed. She insisted she had to tell me something. This is usually a sign that she’s delaying bedtime, but this time, as I walked her back to her room, she told me she had a song to sing to me. (I posted it on Instagram and my Facebook page.) Her sweet voice sang the sweetest words about how much she loves me. I sat and cried with so much love and happiness for this little girl.

We leave for Disney World tomorrow morning and Avery was so upset that we’d have to miss the Mother’s Day celebration at her school tomorrow. So much so that she asked if we could just go to Disney in the afternoon after her party. While I hated to break it to her that that wasn’t possible, I love that she just wanted to show me how much she loved me.

Today when I picked her up from school, her teacher handed me everything that she has been working on for Mother’s Day. The most amazing hand-made gifts that I’ll treasure forever. The smile on her face as I looked through each gift was priceless. She was so proud to show how much she loves me.

That’s what makes me happy.

Now tell me something good. Something that’s made you happy. It can be big, it can be small, just something that has put a smile on your face. You can participate by sharing a photo on Wednesday with the hashtag #WhyImHappyWednesday and tagging me @amommyinthecity or feel free to write it in the comments below. I do read them all and am happy to reply back on your good news! You can also join in the conversation on my Facebook page!

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Apr 27

Why I’m Happy Wednesday: 33

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Ever since becoming a mom, I’ve found that 99.99999999% of my time and effort is spent on the kids and making sure that they are well taken care of. There’s a very small percentage of time that’s spent on me and my needs. While I couldn’t be happier being a mom to Har, A and Macks, I do appreciate the time that I do get for myself (even if it’s only an hour.)

Last week, I had the chance to take a couple of hours out of my evening and go out with a girlfriend for a little shopping and dinner. We decided to go out completely last minute meaning I had zero time to look appropriate, but the best thing was that she didn’t care what I looked like, she just wanted the girl time. And I appreciated that because I needed it just as much as she did. And we had a blast!

That’s what makes me happy.

Now tell me something good. Something that’s made you happy. It can be big, it can be small, just something that has put a smile on your face. You can participate by sharing a photo on Wednesday with the hashtag #WhyImHappyWednesday and tagging me @amommyinthecity or feel free to write it in the comments below. I do read them all and am happy to reply back on your good news! You can also join in the conversation on my Facebook page!

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Apr 21

In Her Kitchen

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My last two years of college I lived in my sorority house. It was and continues to be one of the best two years of my entire life. The friends that I made and lived with are still some of my most dear friends. When people say it’s a sisterhood, they truly mean it. These are women that I go to for comfort, support, guidance, and even just a laugh. I know it sounds super cheesy for those of you who have never experienced it (I’ve heard it a million times,) but these are women that are a part of the greatest memories I have from college and beyond. And after all, they did lead me to MacKay (his sister is a sorority sister.)

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While living in the house, I did my best to maintain a high level of studiosness (we were there to get an education after all,) while still having the time of my life. I managed both pretty well for being in my early twenties and completely self-absorbed.

Each morning, as I’d get ready for some of my early classes, I went into our dining room and kitchen area to grab some breakfast. And every morning, as I walked into the kitchen, I was greeted by one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. We called her Ms. Joyce. Ms. Joyce was a cook for our sorority house far before I ever got there. She was loved by all. Every morning she asked me what I’d like for breakfast. And when I could have easily just grabbed a bowl of cereal, she made sure that she made me eggs (any style that I wanted) or pancakes (with choclate chips) because she wanted me to eat well. For lunch or dinner when there was only meat items on the menu (I was a vegetarian,) she made me something special. In a sorority with over 100 girls, she made me feel like I was the only one. When I was hundreds of miles from my family, she made me feel like I was a part of hers. I’d look forward to waking up each morning just so I could walk in that kitchen and greet her before I started my day.

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This morning I woke up to a Facebook post from a sorority sister that showed the obituary for Ms. Joyce. She was only 66. Ms. Joyce retired a few years after we graduated, and I probably only saw her a few times in between. And not one of those times did I tell Ms. Joyce how special she was to me. Not once did I tell her how much she meant to me for not only cooking my food for four years, but for being such a positive force for me during a time in my life when I was so into myself and very little else. For me, college was about having fun, it was about going to football games on the weekends, it was about boys, about figuring out which bar we were going to. It wasn’t about telling people thank-you. And I deeply regret that.

Now, more than 10 years later, I do look back on those times with great fondess, but I also see how much I’ve grown as a person since then. How much it’s become so much less about me and more about those that help shape me. And I want you to know that Ms. Joyce was one of those people.

It’s too late to tell her that, but I want to tell you so that you can take a little bit of what Ms. Joyce left with me and every single person that stepped through her kitchen. She always left with a smile, with her genorousity, and her kindness. And she left us with the true meaning of selflessness.

Thank you Ms. Joyce. May you forever rest in peace. And may we all greet each other the way you did in your kitchen.

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Apr 20

Why I’m Happy Wednesday: 32

Tweet It’s Wednesday! That means it’s time to spread some positivity and tell me why you’re happy. There’s so much going on in our lives that it’s nice to stop and reflect on something that’s happened that’s put a smile on our face. We are just getting back into our groove from being in Florida… View Article

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Apr 18

Showered with Guilt

There will be plenty of times in our lives when I’ll be upset at them for making a decision that they know isn’t in their best interest and they will be upset at me for a decision that I make that might not be exactly what they want.

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