Sometimes we just need a little reminder

There's not too much to say before you read this post because I think it says enough. It touches very close to home and is really close to my heart now. 


Thank you so much Mandy!


& oorah :)
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I'm so honored to be taking over Sonja's blog space for today!  I hope she is having a fabulous time away!

Let me start off with a little intro about myself.  Hi!  I'm Mandy

I'm a twenty-nine year old {ouch} wife and teacher-turned SAHM.

My husband is Skip {he's thirty, hahaha} and we've been married together for 8 1/2 year and married for 6 1/2.

I have two sweet sweet little girls who I could not love anymore if I tried.

Little M turned three on November 29th

And Baby C is nine months old.

I blog over at Mommy Musings.  I also have a blog Facebook page and am constantly spewing mindless nonesense on Twitter.


I thought long and hard about what to write for Sonja today...maybe something about being a mom of two girls?  Some fitness tips?  Some creative home improvement project I've been working on?  Life as a cop wife?  An antidote about when I was Marine Corps Wife?  But an old blog post I wrote kept sticking out in my mind.  I go back to it myself when I need a quick reminder about what is really important in life.  So I thought I'd share this old post with you, as a reminder to pause and remember...


Sometimes I get tired of picking up the girls toys all day long....

.....but then I think about all the children without toys.


Sometimes I get so tired of Baby C not sleeping well....

....but then I remember she is my last baby and I will soon miss these days.


Sometimes I worry about money and how much our mortgage is....

....but then I remember how lucky Skip and I have been to be homeowners since I was 22.


Sometimes I get stir crazy sitting at home with the girls because it's too much to bring them out.....

....but then I remember just how lucky I am to stay at home with them everyday.


Sometimes I complain about my husband's weird/long hours....

....but then I remember to be thankful he has a job.


Sometimes I forget Skip was ever deployed..it was so long ago and I occasionally take advantage of seeing him every day now...

.....but then an image like this burns in my mind.

It is our front yard.  We are flying the flag at half staff..in honor of the New Jersey Marine who was killed in that terrible helicopter crash and is being buried today. 

....but then I remember how lucky I am that Skip came home, alive and safe.  We were able to get married, buy a house, work, and raise our girls, only because he came home to me.



Sometimes we just need a reminder....