a proposal

tonight we got to watch some of our friends get engaged! alex invited all of his and clarissa's family and friends to be waiting at the square in downtown lancaster with sparklers. 

they had been out to dinner for her birthday and were walking to the square afterward, when she saw kids (her nieces and nephews as it turned out) with sparklers and said, "those kids have sparklers, that's gotta be illegal!" then she spotted her dad in the crowd.

within seconds they were encircled by so many people who love them to pieces, as alex feigned surprise and confusion (he is hilarious, so this was cracking us up) ... then gave a little speech before getting down on one knee and asking her to MARRY HIM. and she said yes.

there are few things i love more than a good proposal. so much so that for years i used to pray whenever i took trips that i would get to see people get engaged. alex and clarissa are so much fun, and we are t-h-r-i-l-l-e-d for them. 

{This wonderful night made possible for us by Mimi!
They love each other a lot. And he loves brushing his teeth too. Also chewing on combs.}

what to write, what to write ...

Just write about anything, he said.

I can't think of anything, I said.

So just write a random post, he said.

Today I am thankful that Lance got up with Dax for the past two nights. BLISS.

I am thankful for Target, and for muscles to carry Dax when he decides to meltdown in the long checkout line at Target, and for money to pay for everything, and for Starbucks inside Target. I am thankful for the barista who is deaf, because her smile and hard work make me smile.

I am thankful for the glorious, glorious sunshine. I can't thank You enough for the sunshine. I love, love, love the sun. I am thankful for time to take walks with Dax and Lance. I am thankful for swings, for laughter, for sweatpants, sweatshirts, and a cute headband from my friend Laura. I am thankful for Laura and her encouragement. I am thankful for the camaraderie of moms.

I am thankful for my mom, my family, and my friend Sarah who said: "There's nothing like your own family."

I am thankful for Lance and for second, third, fourth, and infinite chances. I am thankful for Glennon Melton and her book that I'm reading and the way her writing makes me laugh and want to be friends with her.

I am thankful for the gym and especially the childcare at the gym.

I am thankful for good quotes, good words, good people. I am thankful for the lady in the parking lot who laughed at Dax and said it looks like he's driving, while I was holding him in the front seat jamming teething tablets in his mouth. I am thankful for her smile and warm words, and for all people like her who just get it.

I am thankful for grocery stores. I am thankful for old people, I love old people. I am thankful for the man ahead of us in line today who didn't know how to use the credit card pad, and when the checkout people told him to enter his pin, he just looked at them and told them his pin. He was adorable and I laughed and while I'm thankful for technology, I miss when you could just do things face to face like that and "machines" weren't a part of every thing.

I am thankful for  a car that runs. My own car, so I can come and go as I please. I am thankful for cooler temps. I am thankful or Pine View Dairy chocolate milk, because I would drink it all day every day if I could. I am thankful that my mom is a great cook and gives me great, easy recipes.

I am thankful for health. (Times a bajillion. Really, really thankful.)

I am thankful for hot water and showers and toilets that flush and a house to live in and cleaning products and windows and food. I am thankful to live in America, to be born and raised here, to be a citizen and not a refugee, and to speak English. I'm thankful for all of the people who served and still serve in the military.

I'm thankful for clean sheets, string cheese, hot cocoa, music, days ending, fresh starts, and the passage of time.

Walking

Our new thrill is watching Dax learn to walk! He is making so much progress every day, and magical is honestly the best description. This clip might not show that, but it makes us laugh. I made the mistake of trying to video him walking, but he got distracted by the camera - as you can see. (This clip was also a few weeks ago and doesn't *truly* show him walking. Clearly.)

I predicted he would be walking by Christmas, and he was. This makes me feel like, 'hey I really do have some mom instinct.' The other thing that boosted my confidence as a mom, and will probably sound really silly, was seeing him play with his Christmas gifts. Explanation: I deliberated over what to buy Dax, and finally decided on a tunnel, and he LOVES it. When his grandparents asked what to get him, I suggested a little car/walker ... which he also loves. 

I know it is silly, but it made me proud. I spend a lot of time feeling like I am sucking at this mom thing that I felt like I got thrown into. But I am making progress. I know Dax really, really well and I am learning how to be a good mom one day at a time - just like every other mom out there. And it's all going to be okay. :) 

Tonight I was talking to Lance about how amazing it is how much you learn as a parent. (One tiny example: the task of dining out with a baby. Before Dax, we had no idea what it entailed or how to make it work. Now we're in the groove of it - experience really is a great teacher.) It happens so quickly that you don't realize the volume of "information" you're processing and putting into practice.  Life is really amazing. We are all raised by people who don't know what they're doing, but they figure it out one day at a time ... and so do we. 

currently

I am borrowing this blog post idea from two bloggers I really like to follow - Emily and Aimee. 

LOVING // Dax's laugh. Watching Dax learn how to walk - he took his first steps this week! Going to the gym. My new gym pants from Lance. Getting Christmas cards in the mail. Seeing everyone's crazy Elf-on-the-Shelf pictures on Facebook. (Can't wait to do that for Dax!) My niece Lana, and how the cuteness is through the roof when she and Dax play together. Amazon - it's so convenient. Carrie Underwood's new song, "Something in the Water" gives me chills and tears - so good!

{Dax today. He loves going out and about on adventures! So do I.}

READING // I just finished Unbroken, and it was fantastic! I am not sure what I'll start next, but probably Carry On, Warrior: The Power of Embracing Your Messy, Beautiful Life by Glennon Melton. Her Momastery page on Facebook is essentially an online community she runs, with oodles of encouraging stories and wisdom. The kind of stuff that makes you sigh with relief and say, "Yep, she gets it. Lots of someones get it."

{A little taste of Momastery goodness.}

WAITING FOR // The washing machine to stop so I can switch the laundry to the dryer and let it sit in there for who knows how long until I remember it's there and I need to fold it. Oh and for one more gift I ordered to come in the mail.

EXCITED ABOUT // Christmas! Especially the Christmas Eve service at our church, Lance having off work (WOOHOO!), watching National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, and giving everyone their gifts, and just celebrating Dax's very first Christmas. I love all of the "firsts" with him.

TRYING TO // stay calm and not have anxiety about Dax's sleeping patterns. 

WORKING ON // getting back in shape!

ENJOYING // the joy of any time I get to myself. Health. This weather. (I love when it doesn't snow.)

USING // lots of Burt's Bees lip balm. That stuff lasts forever, as long as I don't lose it. If you like documentaries, check out Burt's Buzz on Netflix. It's quite the story, and quite amusing.

WEARING // Banana Republic has been my lucky store lately. Lucky as in I find things that I actually like! But mostly I'm wearing yoga or gym pants, a T-shirt and a sweatshirt. 

PLANNING // to see White Christmas at the Fulton soon, because my friend Sarah is in the cast! I've never been to the Fulton, and I can't wait! 

LEARNING // To allot 15 more minutes (or more!) than I would think is necessary when going anywhere. Sometimes I am still crazy late, but overall I have noticed that having a baby has made me more punctual. Going out is so much less stressful if you actually allow enough time to get there and don't have to feel rushed. Plus you need extra time to get everything (all the things - there are so.many.things.) ready!

DOING // mothering. And wife-ing. There should be a word for that, right? It's definitely a thing. I guess I could just say marriage. Doing marriage, mothering, and life. Lots of cooking and laundry. Cleaning not so much, but I need to.

DREAMING OF // going to NYC or Chicago or the beach - of course. Finding a creative income. Of ways to decorate and organize my house. Buying a house that is not a townhouse with mean neighbors complaining about your baby. 

freewrite: dreams

things i love about being a grownup?
things i am thankful for?
how i am becoming my parents?
dreams?

yes, i think i will write about dreams today. remember in school when your teacher had you free-write on a topic? you had a set amount of time to just write, no worries about grammar or editing. (i'm not usually big on grammar here anyway, as anyone who cares about grammar probably notices immediately!)

i just set my timer for 15 minutes.

i was stuck on what to blog about today, but i am determined to meet my goal of blogging every weekday this month. i could complain about how tired i am, or i could escape. escape from everything by writing about my dreams.

i love that my dreams are all mine, and no one can take them away from me unless i let them. that's a pretty big power we all have. to dream, and to decide to make our dreams happen.

my biggest dream is to have a beach house. and alongside that i want to own a house, one that is big enough for me to have lots of parties. i love having people over. i want a big basement where the kids can play. a comfy window seat somewhere for reading, and other good reading nooks throughout the house. an awesome master bedroom and bathroom. a nice, big kitchen with a really big sink and big dishwasher and maybe a nice big fridge like the ones i tell myself not to look at in the home depot/lowes, because really if you don't look at those you don't realize how crummy your own appliances are, but then you see what's out there and realize what you secretly knew anyway.

a guest bedroom so my out-of-town people always have somewhere cozy and welcoming to stay and don't have to worry about getting a hotel or crashing on the floor. and a garage! oh an attached garage would be lovely. it's so funny how your dreams change as you grow up. like a big dishwasher and an attached garage, and lance wants a riding mower and we laugh at that so much. who are we?!

but back to the beach house. a condo would be fine too. but a beach house, would be my ultimate dream. i'm not entirely sure what beach i'd choose, and maybe it's going to be at a beach that i haven't even been to yet. obviously i love maui, but i'm pretty crazy about cape may, new jersey too.

the way that most people miss a person when they're gone is the way that i miss the beach. i love everything about it. the way it always sounds the same, smells the same, feels the same. makes you catch your breath and slow down and take everything in around you with much more awareness than usual. i love beach style, beach atmosphere, beach food and memories.

i want a beach house so i can go there to relax, and have different friends there all through the year to reconnect and relax too. a place that i can offer to people whose loved ones have cancer, or who knows what they're going through, but i can say, "hey listen, i can't stop thinking about you and hurting for you, and i wish i could make the hurt go away, but i can't. but i would be so happy to let you stay at our beach house for a weekend ..."

one time a family called me after they read a story i wrote for the newspaper about a four-year-old boy with cancer. they wanted me to offer his family their beach house. i will probably always remember that, because it was one of the first stories i covered as a reporter. the little boy was adorable. his family, the nicest.

i hate it, how unfair life is. i've hated that as long as i can remember - life being unfair. one of the things i remember my parents saying ... TIMER. i'm going to finish my thoughts though. i remember my mom and my dad telling me ALL THE TIME, "life's not fair, get used to it." BARF. lance said his parents told him the same. he thinks it is a good thing to tell your kids. i'm still not convinced.

Conestoga Historical Society Candlelight Christmas

Last weekend we went to the Conestoga Historical Society's candlelight Christmas, and as usual, it was a pleasure. We never know what to expect when we take Dax out after dark, but he had a delightful time. He loved looking at the wagons, animals, and artifacts, but especially at the fire torches outside. 

Dax was particularly enamored with the blacksmith building - probably because of the fire involved. I love the beauty of all the old buildings surrounded by luminaries, and the homemade potato doughnuts fresh off the fire.

We finished the night off with hot wassail and listening to some live music. We planned on grabbing dinner at The Conestoga Wagon afterward, but there were no parking spaces. Lititz might be America's coolest small town, but Conestoga is a best kept secret. ;)

If you've never had the pleasure of drinking wassail, here is a recipe from The Pleated Poppy, a blog I love. I first had wassail in elementary school, and I am still obsessed. Like I am with most of my magical elementary school experiences. (i.e. Hawaii day, milk jug igloos, making butter in tupperware containers, Japanese day, shouldn't have gotten me started cause I can't stop ...)

Wassail via The Pleated Poppy

4 cups tea (earl grey or any plain tea and brew it in the coffeemaker)

4 cups apple juice

4 cups cranberry juice

1 cup orange juice

1/2 cup sugar

a handful of cloves

a few cinnamon sticks

Pour all of this into a big pot on the stove and leave it on low all. day. long. and your house will smell like Christmas! Makes about 13 cups, or double the recipe for a larger group.

Meditations on Chelsea: Chronicles of a SuperWoman Part 1

My amazing husband (and hero) Lance has written a creative, hilarious, and oh-so-kind post for the blog today ...     

When I was first asked to guest blog on Not Your Ordinary Anything, I was honored yet felt the extraordinary burden of posting on such a prestigious blog.  What should I write? How would it be received? Could I live up to the hype? Did I wash my clothes I am currently wearing?

My hope is to leave all questions answered in a satisfactory way.  I have decided to write about my wife of whom this blog belongs to, in hopes that I can honor her and her blog, and also so that she will feel loved.  Also this will score valuable “points” for me.

Many of you who know me, know that I am a big fan of superheroes, however what you may not know is that I am currently married to one.  Sorry to blow your cover darling but the world needs to know.  I first realized her powers when I first saw her.  It seemed she had mastered the art of seduction or perhaps she had mastered magic and simply cast a spell to draw me in.  She then followed that up with playing “hard to get”, a hard power to learn and put into practice.  I was defenseless.  Being that all my powers are merely physical in nature I had to resort to telling nervous jokes and puns, which I combined with general ridiculousness.  

Unbelievably, it worked in my favor and I eventually scored a date, which led to many more dates.  Over that course of time she showed me how she could fly, could walk on anything in her bare feet, and sort thru endless BS (that’s bad science to you Dax when you read this).  All very impressive.  Needless to say I was surprised some time later, when she agreed to marry me, a mere mortal!  Perhaps when it came to marriage, was when she showed her true superhero attributes.

Everyone knows that a hero has to make at least one sacrifice to truly be a superhero.  Chelsea sacrificed a good job and beautiful Lancaster to come down to Tartarus (Georgia) to be with me while I was fighting injustice in other parts of the world with my hero squadron.  The first of many sacrifices she would make over our time together.  A soon time later we found out that she was pregnant.  Would our child possess the same super powers as his mother?  Time would tell.  I am sure any mother out there knows how much sacrifice having a child can be.  Yes, Chelsea was still able to fight crime while pregnant.

Chelsea continues to make sacrifices daily for our family.  Early on she met her greatest foe, Sleep Deprivation, who still to this day will attack unannounced.  Their longest battle lasting nearly 9 months.  Casting her ally Sleep to the side and having young Dax waking multiple times throughout the night needing his mother so badly that he would use his power of screaming at ultra sonic levels unknowingly.  Things have finally subsided a little and the battle is not as terrible as it once had been.  Sleep has worked on her side once again by allowing young Dax to go to bed at 7 p.m. most nights. 

Chelsea carries the title of superhero for many reasons.  She is a super wife and a super mom.  I am lucky to be on married to her and thankful she decided not to throw me through a building at any of the times I upset her.  She is an amazing woman so if you see her, buy her a chai, or hold Dax for a few minutes so her arms can take a break from holding young Dax constantly and fighting crime (or Sleep Deprivation).

Hopefully my first guest post has done justice to this great blog.  To you Chelsea, I love you very much.  To you the reader, leave a comment and check out some of her other posts….oh and yes I did wash these clothes…I think?

27th birthday

Yesterday was my 27th birthday. The first time that an age sounds and feels old to me ... and I went to bed by 9 p.m. Partially because I was getting sick (blah), but mostly I am just tired.

I think it's having a kid that has taken such a toll on my body more than "getting old," but my body is definitely different. I now need to stretch. I have back pain. I used to be able to work out like a champ, and I never understood the necessity of stretching before/after, or felt the benefits. Same with foam rolling. Now it pains me to foam roll, and I see what everyone was talking (groaning) about back when I first tried it in my Crossfit days. And stretching is difficult but necessary.

This is getting a little too upbeat, huh? MOVING ON.

Lance made my birthday a wonderful day. He planned surprises all day, and he watched Dax. Just having time to myself was g-l-o-r-i-o-u-s.

{I'm not a selfie person, but this was my attempt at capturing my hair and some of the amazing decor.}

I got my hair done at a sweet salon I'd been wanting to check out, had lunch and read/journaled at a cafe, did a little shopping downtown, and had a massage at the nicest spa. They had a "rain shower" you could use after your massage. I can't stop thinking (or talking) about how amazing it was.

{Can you guess how much this pillow costs? I love it. I'm a fan of  hooked pillows too, but I can't figure out why they are all so outrageously expensive. This one is $158.}

All planned by Lance. I love, love, love when people plan things. I am a planner, so it means a lot to me to have other people plan things. Plus I'm all about experiences and atmosphere, so his plans were perfecto! He really is the king of birthdays and celebrating in general, and I appreciate it so, so much.

Birthdays make me contemplative. (As do Christmas, New Year's, and just about anything I want to.) It's wild that last year on my 26th birthday, Lance had just returned from his deployment. I'll always remember that night, and how good it felt to hug him and to laugh at him in person. Knowing full well there were a lot of wives and girlfriends who wouldn't be so lucky, and who were probably being hit even harder with the realization that their husbands really weren't coming back.

I was pregnant with Dax, and as usual Lance made me feel like a million bucks when he told me that I looked great, and I didn't even look that pregnant! And that so-and-so thought so too. WHAT? I love you.

Now we are in PA. Lance is out of the Army, has a new job, and finished his first semester at school. Dax is almost walking. It's scary how much can change in a year. My 25th and 26th years were (relatively) hard years, so honestly it scares me to think about what could change this year. But all of the transition I've had the past two years has brought very high "highs" along with the lows, and some of the best friends and memories that I could ask for. Good relationships are the best gift.

This year, I want to be a person who makes other people feel special. Those are the people I love to be around. It's been an ongoing process to surround myself with people who build me up, and who I want to be like. I still find myself pursuing relationships that leave me hurt, and I'm unsure why I do that. I also want to concentrate on writing, and on getting back into great shape.

{I was sick today, so this morning when Dax figured out how to open this piece of furniture and started throwing plastic spoons everywhere ... I just let him. It was the only one in the kitchen he hadn't figured out yet, so it kept him occupied for a solid 10 minutes.}

{I love this kid.}

A style interview with Becky

{Cape May, circa I don't know, because the years all run together.}

I consider my friend Becky to be very stylish - even though she modestly brushes that description off. Becky is a beauty, and she always looks great. She is my go-to when I have wardrobe questions. She is actually my go-to for more things than I can list, because she's smart - through and through. 

The life lessons she's taught me range from the serious to the random like: never eat chicken salad in a second or third  world country ... or even at a diner for that matter. Our conversations span from style and food, to solving the world's problems, which at one time may have involved a scheme to start our own nation with Sarah. 

I hope you enjoy reading her thoughts as much as I did. I just wish I could pay her to be my personal shopper.

How did you develop your own sense of style?

I like to shop and have always loved the smell of a department store, but I don't consider myself to be extremely stylish. I have strong opinions, so it seems easy for me to make decisions what I want to wear and what I like in a design.  My parents need to take some credit for stressing the importance of purchasing things in life (whether for the home or the wardrobe) that will not go out of style and are of good quality.  I base a lot of my wardrobe choices using that idea.  

Regarding my decorating style, when I first started my job (selling furniture and working on interior design); I only had my instincts regarding designing/decorating. I never considered myself to be the "creative type", and in fact, would have identified with the exact opposite personality.  It wasn't until I had a few years of working at my job, that I began to take ownership of my creativity. I believe that most of my sense of style has come from experience, but I do acknowledge there are people that just seem to have a certain knack or gift for it.

{The Sea Willows in Cape May. Bliss.}

How would you describe your style?
I don't always follow this in all areas, but the general principle of keeping things classic and simple makes sense to me. I like not having to replace things just because it went out of style.

This applies to a wardrobe or home, but I think I use it more in the home setting. Partly because furniture and decor are more expensive to replace than clothes and partly because it is fun to wear a trendy outfit even if it might get tossed or consigned in a short time. 

I will admit that since I've been dating Shane, my penchant for purchasing "trendy" clothing has waned. I have picked up on some of his habits of purchasing basic quality pieces over purchasing a mass quantity of cheap clothes. Now I pick pants, blouses, and sweaters that work together in different combinations instead of buying all of these random pieces that I like, but aren't versatile. 

My style for home decorating is sometimes a mystery to me. Since I am exposed to so many different situations at work, I do find it hard to pinpoint what I love exactly and what I want exactly. I love the industrial European influences like you would see with Ballard Designs, but with less clutter.  I don't love a lot of color (surprise surprise). Neutrals with dark accents is my go-to.  Some color can be fun, in pillows or artwork. But I think it presents a cleaner, simpler look when the room isn’t bombarded with a lot of color/distractions.  It also makes it easier to add pieces along the way (as we all will do in our lifetime) without having to change a lot of decor.

{At the site of a future Sea Willows Boutique in Bethany Beach.}

What current trends do you wish would go away? (For wardrobe or home.)
Trends are always tricky to figure out. Do I hate this? Do I love this? Do I "secretly" love this? I haven't come across a lot of home trends that I absolutely hate lately - other than pallets. Sorry to everyone who loves pallets. I just don't get it using them as decor/furniture. The DIY furniture and decor is not my thing. 

Wardrobe trends - don't get me started. I have fallen into a lot of trends that I said I never would. Can anyone say "leggings"? I even have those dumb furry boots. I do have enough shame not to wear them in combination unless I'm going to my sisters or Shane's. 

Currently, I wish that T-shirts with French sayings on them would be used to dust my house or used as a rag to clean my gun.  Why are you wearing a shirt that has French words on it? Makes no sense to me at all.  Literally. Sorry, just a rant. Also, I am not completely onboard with all of the Aztec prints. But I might wear them in the future – who knows?

{All together! Just missing Brianna, but we left a spot for ya in the front. Circa 2009.}

Where do you find your style inspiration?

I can find inspiration everywhere. Looking through any and all magazines helps, even if it’s to figure out what I don’t like!  Walking through the Home section of any store, I might see a piece of decor that catches my eye and gives me an idea for a color scheme I would want to use in a spare room. Sometimes I just get online and search a thought, like "navy blue bedroom" or "white decor" or "winter outfits" and see what comes up.  

Pinterest is a great tool to have now - I can get lost on there and spend hours dreaming of what I could do with all of the ideas they present! Usually what I find makes me slightly depressed because I feel like I will never be able to have my home look like the pictures or I will never find the perfect outfit for winter. My advice for when we all feel like that is to see if there is just one area or one outfit to can work on.  Carefully think about what the end result needs to be and take time to figure out where to go to accomplish it.  

Places like HomeGoods can be overwhelming because they throw so much at the shopper. So, I try to go to Home Goods with a plan. "I am looking for a tray to put on my ottoman -I want it to be black or wooden."  Then, make sure to stand firm and leave if it’s not there - unless you find something even better!! 

I have been putting this plan into action while clothing shopping too. "I am looking for colored jeans" –so, don't buy anything but colored jeans. It does take time, it does take more effort, but, I have been so pleased with the results of shopping this way.  I am ending up with less clothing that just sits in my closet and more outfits that I feel great in!

{Friends helping me warm up after pictures and before I walked down the aisle. Becky might have been telling me, "Sure you can wear your moccasins down the aisle." And I almost did.}

Any other thoughts on style that you'd like to add?

Keep in mind: there are no real rules. 

We don’t have to dress a certain way and our homes don’t have to look like everyone else’s. If you look in any decor magazine or fashion blog, we all will all say at least once, "that's so ugly" regarding what someone else has designed. I even find myself critiquing high end designers who have a lifetime of experience.  

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  I usually tell my customers that if they like it, use it/do it. The era of having matching furniture and curtains is over! Decorate eclectically! Build up a killer wardrobe over time, piece by piece. Do research, get ideas, and be patient – the right look will come!

Louie Zamperini

I am finally reading Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand, and it is amazing. I bought the book for my parents a few Christmases ago, and this Christmas it is being released as a movie. I wanted to read it before I watch it.

If you're in Lancaster and need help picking out a book for someone, or just like supporting local businesses, check out Aaron's Books in Lititz. They have a great selection and give excellent recommendations.

Sidenote: I miss when I could buy books for everyone. Now you never know who prefers reading on Kindles/Nooks/whatever, so I am hesitant to give books. (And I still read hard copies, so I have no clue how to gift books via e-readers, although I'm sure it's not that difficult.)

"In a childhood of artful dodging, Louie made more than just mischief. He shaped who he would be in manhood. Confident that he was clever, resourceful, and bold enough to escape any predicament, he was almost incapable of discouragement. When history carried him into war, this resilient optimism would define him." [Unbroken, pg. 7]

The language of that paragraph beautiful, and it makes me think: YES. That is how God wants us to operate! Now, I'm not finished with the book (or even close), and I'm not saying God wants us all to be like Louie Zamperini. But I believe God designed us to be so confident in who we are as His children that we will be clever, resourceful, finding solutions to problems in the world, and almost incapable of discouragement. Resilient optimism, eternal hope defining our lives. 

The stories of Louie's childhood are straight up W-I-L-D. He becomes an incredible runner in high school, and this floored me too ...

"After he flew past the finish, rewriting the course record, he looked back up the long straightaway. Not one of the other runners was even in view. Louie had won by more than a quarter of a mile. He felt as if he would faint, but it wasn't from exertion. It was from the realization of what he was." [Unbroken, pg. 18]

Have you had moments like that? A feeling of freedom and confidence, and a realization that this is who God created you to be? I don't know that I've had moments quite as epic as Louie, but I've had glimpses and I want to have more! I want the fullness of all that God has for me and my family. Bill Johnson says something along the lines of: if we knew how God sees us, we'd never be afraid to fail. We'd be blown away.

Tap into your identity today ... ask God to show you how He sees you ... think about what you would do if you knew you couldn't fail, and do it. There is more to you than you probably give yourself credit for, and you are created for GREATNESS.

Have you read Unbroken? What did you think?

favorite names

I love names. Biblical, traditional, classic, family, new or quirky. Hearing what people name their babies is one of my favorite things in life. That may sound like an exaggeration, but I don't think it is. The stories behind how names were chosen are so fun. I even like hearing what people name their pets, and I come up with great dog and animal names on a regular basis.

I love Dax's name, and I love that he probably won't be one of several Dax's at his school or job. I was the only Chelsea in my class, and I liked having a name that was different but not TOO crazy.

We all have different (and usually strong) opinions when it comes to what qualifies as a "crazy" name, so I'm finally figuring out that there is no better time to not say anything at all than when it comes to your negative opinion of names. 

When we chose his name, I fully anticipated people thinking that it was a weird name. And I was fine with that because:

1) Wouldn't be the first or last time people would find something about me weird.
2) Lance and I both loved it.
3) Strong meaning. (Leader.)
4) Easy to spell and pronounce. 

Being a substitute teacher reiterated the importance of "easy to pronounce" as a factor in choosing names. I felt so bad when I would mispronounce the students names, but they would always be quick to respond, "It's okay. Nobody knows how to say it." Heartbreaking!

As it turns out, Dax is difficult for some people to pronounce. Maybe you get that with any name? But what I did not anticipate at all was everyone asking, "Is it short for something?" It is not, and I'm unsure what Dax would be short for, Stranger in the Grocery Store. (This also creates a stalemate in conversation. How do I breeze past this?)

To me it seemed like a hassle to give someone a name and call them something else their whole life anyway, but formal names are really important to a lot of people.

A chapter in Freakonomics gave one of the most interesting commentaries on how our names affect us, including some evidence that suggests our name can affect our school performance and career opportunities. 

In the south, I noticed that carrying on family names was a big thing. Calling people by their first and middle name is another thing that seemed to be more popular in the south. (Emma Jane, Dean Thomas, etc.)  Although my grandmother is from Pennsylvania and she has always been Mary Alice - never just one or the other. What would you say is important in names where you are from? 

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Here are the top 100 baby names for 2014 - so many great ones. 

I love Harper (#19), and have an adorable step-niece who wears her name perfectly. I was a fan of Molly (#64), but Lance was not - mostly due to an annoying dog named Molly that he knew. (And I knew a lot of Molly dogs too, so that was out.) Colton (#56) is one of my fave boys names on the list, and I have a great cousin with that name. I like Easton (#94) too, and was surprised it wasn't higher on this list because I meet a lot of little Eastons.

What are your favorites?