Prince Charming + Tito’s

Happy Tuesday y’all!

So, let’s talk Mother’s Day mamas. . . And, let’s be really, really real.

My Mother’s Day definitely did not play out as I had expected.  Did yours?

Throughout all of the years of waiting. . . Waiting for my husband to get home after the end of a long week of traveling, waiting for him to come home after months of training, I have found that the hardest part of the waiting game comes just days before their arrival.  The excitement, the expectations. . . They all start to build up.

Just a lil’ background info for y’all: My husband was on a weekend flight this past weekend, and so Brooklyn Meadow, Lemon, and myself enjoyed a girl’s weekend in.  Filled with pizza dates and tiny adventures, we had greatly anticipated the return of our knight in shining armor.

My mind had switched over to fantasy mode, and I began to enter a dream-like state.  In my head, I had dreamt up the perfect outfit, the perfect hello, the perfect kiss.  In my head, I could see him running to me and engulfing me in a full embrace.  I pictured him holding me tight, never wanting to let go.  A day filled with sharing stories and stealing kisses.  Can y’all tell I am a dreamer or what?

So, on Sunday when I had received the “OK” to leave for the airport, my mind went into overdrive.  My handsome husband in his flight suit was going to walk off the runway, run to me and hold his girls tightly.  We were going to spend the afternoon brunchin’, drinking mimosas on the patio overlooking cornfields.  We would spend the rest of the evening as a family, on a walk, relaxing, appreciating one another.


“Hey babe?  Can we go home so that I can change out of my flight suit?” *Cue Brooklyn Meadow crying, crankily anticipating a nap in the backseat*

My fairytale began to unravel as we got closer and closer to home.

I was discouraged, disappointed, upset.

Needless to say, after getting home, we spent the remainder of the day inside quietly, as my husband napped.

Was I mad as hell?  Yes.  At him.  At the situation.  The day.  Myself.  Yes.

And here is why I love writing so dang much.  Because writing has and had allowed me to reflect on the situation.  It allows (and had allowed) me to see my written perspective against a blank, unbiased canvas.  Without my mind interrupting, I can (and did) truly mediate and reflect on my situation.

My husband didn’t “ruin” my Mother’s Day.  I didn’t ruin it.  No one ruined it.  It just didn’t turn out as I had expected.

I, simply, in the midst of dreaming, had lost sight of my reality.

In my dream-like state, I failed to factor in that my husband worked hard and long hours all weekend.  He was physically and mentally exhausted.  He had an early morning and a set of flights to prepare for the next day.  I, on the other hand, was running on very little sleep and as a result was irritable and on edge.

Often, we brew expectations in our mind automatically and subconsciously.  We simply cannot help it.

In the end gals, we should never release ourself from knowing our self-worth and carrying forth what we know and believe we deserve.  And although our expectations form suddenly and without warning, we must learn to separate our fairytale expectations from reality.  Hold up – I am not saying stop dreaming!  No, no, no.  We must just be mindful.  At the end of the day, life is going to pan out the way it is supposed to pan out ♡

Ultimately y’all, God’s (the Universe’s, whomever or whatever you believe in’s) expectations for our life are sometimes different than our expectations for our life.

So, just ride the wave.  Be thankful.  Practice gratitude.  Give yourself a little grace.  It is okay that you aren’t always super mindful of your blessings in the heat of the moment.  Forgive yourself.  Allow yourself to grow from it. #glowup

And sometimes, you just need to sit back, relax, have a little Tito’s and let life happen.

Much love –


Hello loves! Happy Saturday!

Say hello to a double devotional day 🙌🏼

Today Lord we pray for the mamas who struggle with making time for themselves. They endlessly give to their loved ones, leaving very little times for themselves. Please show them Lord, that it is through you, that all things are possible. We ask that you shed light on the free moments that these mamas do have, and allow for them to see in these times that (again) all good things are possible through you. We ask this in Jesus’ name, Amen

Tonight Lord, we also pray for the total health and wellness of all man-kind. This is something that we sometimes take for granted Lord, our own health and the health of our loved ones. So please Lord, please give us the heart to count our blessings, as each day truly is a gift. Again, we ask this in Jesus’ name, Amen

Thoughts on Gratitude

According to many sources on the World Wide Web, there is an actual science to practicing gratitude.

Gratitude, which essentially means, the quality of being thankful, can (as we know) be expressed in a great variety of ways. However, before we can express it, we must first start by (quite literally) feeling it from within.

It isn’t some complicated science y’all, we just need to become more mindful and receptive to all of the blessings that surround us, that are loaded into each second of each and every day.

In doing so, we must also realize the absolute value of every being in our life. This too, (I believe) is encompassed by gratitude.

We are human. The feeling of gratefulness weans and wanes throughout our days, our lives really. It is completely normal. We aren’t robots programmed to see the beauty in every second of our sometimes super rocky lives.

But, just because we can’t be perfect (at realizing all that we should be grateful for), does not mean we should not or cannot try.

So, I started a gratitude journal. Be sure to click here to read more on gratitude journaling. The following is an article that had been published in UC Berkeley’s Greater Good Magazine. It literally gives you the 411 on gratitude. Check, check it out y’all!

Happy weekend babes!


Monday’s + Re-routing Negative Thoughts

I’ve been up since 4:30 a.m. with little Miss Brooklyn Meadow.  She is finding comfort in absolutely nothing.  Milk?  Nope.  Me holding and rocking her for the past two hours?  Yeah, I love this mama, but no.  Clean, new diaper? Yeah, again, thanks mama, but just no.  Annnnnnnnnnnd as a last resort, I switch on Netflix and begin streaming her favorite television show.  C’mon B, it’s True!  Still. Not. Happy.  Hm.

Now onto me:  My dang right eye.  “When one door closes, another opens…”  I’m not feelin’ as optimistic at the moment.  This surely is a bad joke.  One chalazion heals, another stye forms?  HA!  Yep, surely, we have ourselves a lovely stye that has decided to plant its roots and set up camp in my bottom outer eyelid.  AWESOME.  My thoughts begin to race, criss-crossing, and playing  bumper cars on the tracks of my brain waves.  Why, why, why do I keep getting these?  Must. Research. Now.  Phoning Dr. Google (and down the rabbit hole I shall go).

This was the internal dialogue that had began to ramp up in my head this morning.  It literally start to finish lasted a matter of seconds before I smacked myself in the face with my Sunday evening prayer/mantra that I had so craftily devised and penned last night: “Looking forward to all that God has planned for me this week.  May I have the strength + courage to overcome any/all hardships + may my heart be open to all (even the smallest, and sometimes hardest to see) blessings 🙌🏼Amen.”  (For similar content, click here.)

But, how?  How, when we are completely trapped in our own carefully and haphazardly spun web of negativity, do we blanket our thoughts with positivity?  It feels at times for me anyhow, dang impossible.  I find myself asking God, why?  What did I do to deserve this?  Why am I always dealing with an issue?  And, once I get to this point, and we all reach a similar “point,” I laugh at myself.  I metaphorically, pick myself up, and in the words of Rachel Hollis, I hear, “Girl, (you need to) wash your face.”

So, my daughter woke me up in the middle of the night?  She needed me.  Thank you Lord for giving me the good health and strength to be there for her.  Thank you Lord for granting me those extra seconds, minutes, hours to spend with her (even if they were in the wee hours of the night).  How blessed I am to be able to spend such precious time with her.  Thank you Lord for giving her good health, so that she is able to signal for me to be by her side in her times of need.  My eye?  Get over it Alyssa.  It’s a dang stye.  Be thankful that you are able to see, that you have your vision, and that it isn’t even the slightest bit near life threatening.  Be thankful that it can be treated at home with simple home remedies.

Look at all of those blessings.  It is all of those blessings, that I am unable to focus on when I am blinded by negativity.

This y’all, is where your mindset must shift.  It quite literally is as simple as turning the switch.  It is looking for those blessing in any/all things.  Blessings can be found everywhere.  Even, through and throughout our hardships.  Our days are quite literally FILLED entirely with blessings.  It is just a matter of you seeking those blessing, cherishing them, thanking and making praise to the Lord, our Savior.  Or, any higher power/being that you believe in for that matter.  (I just wanted to take a moment to say that for this and any future postings, although I am making reference to God through my Christian faith, I want y’all when you come across these references, to please, please, please replace my beliefs with yours, so that y’all can get the most out of my writing! ♡ Sorry for the run on!)

Let’s make searching for each days blessings a game.  I can promise you, that when you begin to fill your brain space with positivity, and you quite literally begin to count your blessings, your brain is going to be so dang full, that there will be no room for negativity, for any anxious-ridden thoughts.  Ultimately, for any thoughts that do not serve you.  Y’all can tell those pesky thoughts to go-home!

In closing y’all, we are human.  We are going to experience negative thoughts DAILY.  Though you, like me, we have the choice to either sink or swim.  We can either drown ourselves in negativity, or swim (somewhere on a beach, with our fruity, umbrella-laden cocktail in our hand).

It is completely our (your) choice.

I say, let’s swim together.  It is a heck lot more fun!


*Side note – I dedicate this post to my beautiful mother who not only loves me endlessly, but who taught me how to be… how to “wash my face” before it was even a thang’, who taught me how to swim.  For that I am endlessly and forever grateful, I love you mama.