Thirteen years ago today, our oldest daughter was born.
We now have a teenager in the house.
It feels like December 30th, 2006 was yesterday.
I was in my first teaching job. I ended up on bed rest for blood pressure issues. On December 29th, I had taken my blood pressure and it was high. I tried all the home remedies to get it to come down, but it wouldn't work. The doctor suggested I come in and soon after that, we were headed to the hospital to be induced. By 1:00 the next morning, she was here.
She used to wear athletic shorts and a tank top when at all possible. She's growing up now though and chooses a dress or skirt often. She still prefers to be working out or playing basketball, hunting or throwing a softball around.
Harlee is the best big sister. She and the other girls have their "sibling moments", but she wants peace and happiness for them both more than anything else.
She is a great cousin and a good friend. She is mature beyond her years in many ways.
Harlee loves Jesus and loves others.
I'm having a hard time believing that our little freckled-face firstborn is 13, but we're trying to enjoy every second we have her in the house.
There are hard days and there are wonderful days.
As I read yesterday -- the best part of parenting is watching your children grow up...and the hardest part of parenting is watching your children grow up.
I thank God for my Harlee-girl and pray that His Will is done through her.
Reminiscing at the farmhouse this morning,
Yesterday, I had a day of shopping with my mom and two of my sisters-in-law.
On the way home, we stopped for coffee.
Last night, we had a family Christmas and didn't get home until past 11:00 p.m.
I got the girls to sleep and fell asleep myself around midnight...and was awakened by a five-year-old needing a drink about 3:00.
The caffeine from the coffee must have kicked in about that time because it's now 6:00 a.m. and I haven't been back to sleep.
Finally about 5:00, I decided to go ahead and get up and get the day started.
I've been dreaming about 2020 ever since.
Each year, about this time, I start to put together some goals and dreams for the new year.
I used to be someone who came up with these elaborate plans for January 1st and crashed & burned by about January 5th.
Over the last few years, however, I've really begun to focus on implementing some simple daily habits that will help me to make my long-term vision a reality.
Build a home my girls will look back on with fond memories.
Build relationships with others that will lead to mutual growth. Build each other up.
Continue to build a healthy marriage.
I didn't set too many specific goals in these areas yet. I just took the time to write out some of my hopes & dreams for 2020.
Some of the items on my list include projects, like creating a "quiet time" area in my office and making an action plan every month to mark off some of my "procrastination tasks".
Some are daily habits -- working out every day, drinking enough water, planning healthy meals for my family, and reading my Bible & journaling my prayers.
Some are just goals -- sending more personal cards via snail mail and being intentional in everything I purchase for our home.
Are you ready to dream for 2020? This is the first step in building the life you want over the next twelve months.
Feel free to download your own worksheet below and take some time to brainstorm today!
Up early, dreaming about the future here at the farmhouse,
In 2017, I started this blog when we bought the farmhouse.
I so enjoyed sharing with my readers the transformation of certain rooms, as we moved in, painted, and even added a bathroom upstairs.
I loved to share parenting stories, marriage joys & struggles, and decorating ideas.
There were some weeks during the last year and a half that I was blogging every single day.
Every. Single. Day.
And yet, when I opened the blog today...my last post was in June. JUNE.
That's SIX months ago.
However, a few days ago, I wrote a blog post to share as a guest writer on our minister's blog.
And it sparked something in me.
I realized how much I had missed sharing in this way.
Blogging feeds my soul.
So in 2020, I'm committing to a weekly blog post.
Not only to pour into my readers' lives...but for myself.
Happy Last-Week-of-the-Decade, friends.
Love from the Farmhouse,