remembering and acting

My Mom died of melanoma 5 years ago on January 19. This issue is so dear to my heart, especially since it is something that is so avoidable. Please watch and spread the word in her memory.

http://www.thatvideosite.com/v/3386

~SheriLynn

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here's to the men.

In December, Jeffrey and I will be celebrating four years of marriage. I am happily married. Correction. I am head-over-heals-love-him-more-each-day-blessed-beyond-measure-happily married! Ok, enough with the mushy stuff and on to the reason this post is titled, "here's to the men". As I think over my journey of meeting my husband and everything leading up to that, there are a number of factors that I know contributed to finding this wonderful man. Everything from having a similar upbringing to great communication, are obviously apart of it. But I wanted to focus on one of (I believe) the key factors. Men. That's right, men. We (as women) have all had our fair share of experiences, both good and bad, with men. Whether we realize it or not, they have helped shaped our view of who we are as women and what we deserve in a boyfriend/spouse. This starts at childhood and goes into our teenage and young adult years. The sta...

tears

I wouldn't say that I am an overly emotional person. I have always thought that I am pretty well in tune with them and they rarely get the better of me in situations. My logic is usually able to balance things out. Yesterday, I was watching a show and there was a ballet scene featuring one single dancer on the stage. She radiated strength, passion, and was so full of life. It was so incredibly beautiful and as silly as it sounds, it brought tears to my eyes. When I was younger, I can remember my Mom getting teary eyed over everything. We could be watching a movie or tv show and she would be wiping her eyes over a beautiful song, reuniting of a family, a piece of music, anything. I remember always thinking that it was so silly. Call it genetics, but I now do the same thing. Maybe it's growing up and being more secure in who I am, but it happens, often. I am usually able to feel it coming on and quickly distract myself ...

Leo Allen's Birth Story

The day my little Leo was born was truly, the best day of my life. Now I know, I'm supposed to say that about the day I married Jeffrey, but the day I married him was not the important part as much as the marriage we had/have ahead of us (which is still awesome by the way!) The day I had Leo was truly the best day on so many levels. Often times when I've heard people talk about the birth of their child, I think they are typically referring to the actual baby-comes-out and meeting them part. What I am referring to is the whole shbang. From the very first contraction to finally holding him in my arms. It was hard, yes, but I don't think that holding him in my arms would have been nearly as amazing without everything leading up to it. From start to finish, delivery and labor were absolutely amazing! Now, I had been preparing for years for the birth of my child - researching, reading, and envisioning what would happen. Birth has always be...

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