Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Hanging With Honey {Day 7}: Our Love Story

This post was originally published over at my dear friend Danielle's blog, Take Heart.  She does a Love Story series every February where she has ladies from all over share their love stories.  I look forward to it every time.  SO many stories of redemption and God's goodness.  GO check it out.  I don't think I saved this post anywhere of my own so I straight up copied and pasted it from Danielle.  (D forgive me!)

This was written two years ago...(who is that blonde headed woman??)

I was tickled to death when Danielle asked me to share my love story.  Mine starts 27 years ago so I have to go waaay back. So much "life" has happened between then and now and it's sprinkled.. no saturated with God's grace...I look back and am so amazed at His hand on us even when we didn't know Him or live for Him.  Many of our friends and family from back home call us their favorite "success story". Because you see, statistically we should have never made it past our first year.  But we did.  I'm so thankful God is not into statistics.  Nope.  He had much bigger plans for two fifteen year olds who fell in love.

We started dating when we were both 15. And from our very first date at Pizza Hut, where I nervously chewed on a straw the entire night that I still have in my hope chest, we were inseparable.  Nick was my first real boyfriend and I just knew he was "the one".

We were high school sweet hearts to the very core. He was an all around incredible athlete being scouted by many colleges.   I was on the homecoming court. We were both on the Sweetheart Court. Blah, blah, blah.....all that stuff teen movies are made of.   
We were loving life....and then, in the middle of our Junior year....,
I discovered I was pregnant.

I share about that  here in a letter to 16 year old me but let me just tell you....I thought my life had ended.  I thought we had messed everything up... as in permanently.  But I didn't realize at the time what kind of Redeemer Jesus was. How He is the restorer of all things broken and that He makes beautiful things out of marred imperfect people.  

Nick and I got married three weeks before our first daughter Elizabeth was born.  Nick started his senior year of high school as a husband and became a daddy the second week of school.  As I said earlier....statistically we shouldn't still be together.  But we are. This August we will celebrate our 25th anniversary.   God did that. 

Long story short...even though Nick was scouted heavily, he didn't keep his grades up so playing ball in college didn't happen.  Fast forward a couple of years and Nick decided to join the Navy.

We had never been a part and the two months for boot camp seemed like a life sentence so when he graduated, we both decided I would move to Great Lakes, Illinois with him where he had to finish up his school. Much to my mom's dismay, we loaded as much as we could in our Mercury Topaz and scraped together about $500 and headed to Great Lakes to rent an apartment.  We thought we had a load of money but little did we know, that wouldn't even be enough for a deposit.. much less the first months rent and turning on the utilities and everything else that goes with moving.  But off we went with $500 dollars and whole lot of love.  

In the Navy, when you rent off base, you have to check into the housing department to get a list of approved rentals. So Nick goes in to get the list while I sit in the car with our sleeping 2 year old.  He comes out a few minutes later with the biggest grin I had ever seen on him.  This is one of those times when God showed out in our lives when we weren't even seeking Him (my mom's prayers!) ....He had the keys to a newly remodeled apartment ON BASE... As in free.... no deposit.  And the biggest miracle of all.....NO WAITING.  He literally had the keys in his hands.  People, if any of you know anything about the military, then you know that just doesn't happen. 
But it did happen. God did that.

So here is Nick fresh out of boot camp.  He's not even a petty officer and we are living in the same housing where all of his instructors live!  That is a God thing.   Now since we were only gonna be there for 6 months, the Navy wouldn't pay to move any of our this is how we lived the entire time we were there…

Not a single stick of furniture the entire time. (those curtains were thrifted and our neighbor loaned us the tv.)  And oh...I forgot to mention I was expecting our second daughter by this time.  We found a twin mattress at the Navy thrift store and Nick and a very pregnant me slept on that ...together.   Elizabeth slept in a sleeping bag next to us the entire time.  But I loved every minute of it....just being together.  We look back on Great Lakes with great memories.

Fast forward a few years down the road, a move to Virginia, two more daughters, and two six month deployments…..

...we moved to Meridian, Mississippi.  This is where the Lord interrupted both of our lives, saved us by His grace, and put us on an entirely different path.   Basically, He rocked our world in the best kind of way.

Nick had always been a very attentive and loving husband.  He had always put me and the girls above anyone or anything else.  But when He began to put the Lord above us, our marriage began to strengthen in a way I had never experienced.  It was like our usual romance but illuminated and deepened a thousand times over.  

It wasn't long after that, the Lord called Nick into full time ministry.
Here we are the year Nick was called to his first church as pastor.  We are only a year older than our son-in law is now. Woah. Talk about full circle.

Don't get me wrong, we have had our share of rough times...  We've suffered loss, experienced the disappointment of miscarriage, had severe financial struggles, dealt with depression, had health problems and endured the journey of a prodigal child to name a few.  But all of that made us into who we are today.  And through it all, my man loved me. He has always made me feel beautiful..desirable....whether I am a size 6 or a size 14. I could never put into words what he means to me so I won't even try.  He's my rock.  He's my best friend. He's my lover. 
  He's my man.

We are now entering into a new season of life.
The empty nest.
 Come September, all three of our girls will be married and gone.  In the beginning of this journey when our first daughter was married 5 years ago, I never thought I would ever embrace and enjoy this season..the empty girls gone.  But through God's grace tendering my momma's heart, He has helped me to loosen the grip and with open hands...let them go so I can  enjoy being their mom in a new way.  A new role. 

And in letting go...our family grew.  We haven't lost our girls, but have gained three sons.....

 And did I mention GRAND CHILDREN?!!

I'm so thankful that when my girls were old enough to have their own love story, their daddy had set the bar high.  
They had watched him love on me, romance me and honor me me through the years. 
They have seen us in our "for better and for worse" and they know that marriage is for the long haul...through the good times and the bad times.   

I am so thankful that we cultivated our love story through the years...that we didn't drown ourselves in the lives of our kids.  
Because soon the dust is gonna settle and they will all be gone and all that will be left is me and   
Well us and maybe a few grandchildren every now and then..

  I am beyond excited about this new chapter of our love story.    

And here we are today.  Still going strong.
(and so far...this new chapter of our story might just be my favorite.  We titled it #makingthebestofouremptynest)


Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Hanging with Honey {Day 6} - Finding Balance.

This post was originally published over at my dear friend Erin's, Tweet Potato Pie, who btw, I haven't talked to in a coon's age. (What up girl? Missing you.xxoo)    She was doing a series on "Finding Balance" and had an amazing group of ladies share their journey and tips and wisdom. You should go check it out.  I didn't think I would have much to bring to the table when she first asked me but I discovered it's all in how you approach it.  ** the pics are recent.

  This was taken last week after I walked another 3 miles.  HOLLA.
 I'm rediscovering how much making time for exercise brings balance into my life.
Like seriously, how many times to have to relearn this lesson before it sinks in FOR GOOD?

(And still coveting your prayers this week while Nick preaches! xxoo)

Oh the irony that I'm about to "enlighten" y'all with what I know about the subject of balance when I was supposed to have sent Erin this post days ago.  It's now 11pm and I'm still writing it. And even though I'm leaving on trip bright and early in the morning that I have yet to start packing for, and there are two baskets of clothes to be folded that I can see in the corner of my eye sitting in my kitchen, I still opted to have our weekly dinner with our grown kids who no longer live with us and pause life for four hours while we fellowship around the table over promised fried green tomatoes, have dance off's on the wii and watch ridiculous videos on Facebook together.   Never mind that I have exactly 7.5 hours to get it all done before we pull out of the driveway in the morning.   And did I mention that one of our "golden rules" in our 26 years of marriage is that we always go to bed at the same time as each other.  This means, I won't be staying up til the wee hours of the morning til I get it all done. My man likes to fall asleep with me right next to him so I have to squeeze what I can in before he's ready to call it a day and then set the alarm to get up super early and finish whatever I didn't get done.

Sounds exhausting huh. Now I'm pretty sure with that preface you are really eager to hear what I have to say about balance huh.  Well humor me if you will.

When Erin first approached me with being a guest for this series on her blog I did what we all do…I told her I would pray about it.  And then I immediately told Nick how mistaken she was to ask me of all people…The one whose middle name should be procrastinate.  But my wise and gentle husband says to me, "But you are balanced Stephanie.  You aren't a worrier.  You go with the flow.  And you know how to choose the eternal stuff over the temporary things."

And through the eyes of my encouraging husband I began to look at my good qualities instead of dwelling  on the bad stuff that had been standing out in my mind of all the areas where I lack and that make me feel like my life is out of balance.  
Instead of focusing on how I usually have a basket of laundry to be folded at all times in our bedroom, 
I chose to focus on the truth that I make it a priority to put time with my husband above all else. And focus on our rule of going to bed at the same time each night is more important to him than perfectly folded and put away laundry.  That is what our balance looks like for us. And it works.

Instead of focusing on the fact that I usually have two or three deadlines that I'm facing for stuff I need to do or finish I chose to look at the fact that I understand it always gets done in the end and that nothing is worth forgoing precious time with my family.  And that my ability to put aside all the stuff I still have yet to do and the ability I have to "turn my brain off" from thinking about all that so that I can really enjoy and live in the moment is a priceless gift that many struggle with being able to do.

I've come to grips that I will probably never have a spotless house.
I will probably never be completely organized and my legacy will not be that I was an incredible time manager who could get more things done in a hour that it takes other women a week.
No that will probably never be said of me.

But what I do know is that  God created me with strengths and weaknesses. And  He wants to be glorified in my life through both.  When I excel in area and have a "grip" on it,  it's for His glory.  So that I can help others along in that area too.  And when I struggle daily over and over again with the same thing in another area…it's for His glory.  So that I remain humble and learn to live my life dependent on His strength and not my own. 

"For of Him, and through Him, and to Him, are all things; to whom be glory for ever. Amen."
Romans 11:36

When my girls were toddlers I always thought my life would feel more balanced when I had more time and wasn't consumed with the daily tasks of motherhood.  But then the girls got older and I no longer had to feed them and change them and bath them.  I had more time but it was then spent running to soccer games and youth events and "stuff".  And now that I have an empty nest you'd think I'd have all kinds of time on my hands to accomplish every project of my heart's desire.  Yet with two of my kids living out of state, and grandkids busting at the seams, I have found myself to be busier than I have ever been.

So what does this mean?  I have learned that finding balance does not depend on the amount of time you have on your hands. So we need to quit waiting for the next season when it will "get easier and slow down" and instead soak up each day and learn to embrace whatever that day has for us. We often miss blessings the Lord has for us while we are rushing through to the next stage of life. Don't just survive while your'e there…God wants us to thrive in each season of our lives.

Neither does balance come with striving for perfection in your home and life.   You can't define what balance will look like for you by looking at your friends life and how she does things.  Balance in my home often looks like dishes left in the sink while I FaceTime my grandkids. But if washing those dishes first is what works for you that is the beauty of how we are each wired. We should celebrate each other's differences instead of comparing our lives to what each other is doing. 

I'm learning daily that a balanced life comes from a total dependance on the Lord.  It comes from understanding what I have been created for and then walking in that calling daily.  It comes from saying yes to the things that will matter for eternity and being confident in saying no to the opportunities He hasn't called me to be a part of.   

And what matters for eternity right now for me is heading off to bed with my man and curling up next to him for some very short sweet sleep consisting of  about 4 hours before my alarm goes off to the tune of "This girl is on Fire". 
Hey, it's how I roll.
That's what my balanced looks like.

How about you?  Do you need to see your life through a fresh set of eyes?  Do you need to extend yourself some grace today as you shift your focus to the things you are excelling in rather than dwelling on your struggles?  I pray that today you rest in knowing you were created by an all perfect God who loves you right in the midst of your messy, busy life.  Whether you need to go wash some dishes and fold clothes or clear your perfectly managed calendar so you can have a "fun day" with your kids or date night with your husband….our God is for us and His mercies are new every single day.


Monday, October 5, 2015

Hanging with Honey {Day 5}: Porterville Night

This post was originally published over at The Common Table and even though I talk about this topic often, I've only shared one other post about Porterville Night and it was a million years ago. (it's pretty much word for word the same post as this one except for the pictures..yo.) AND since tonight is Monday, which is the official night of the week set aside for P-Night, I thought it was only fitting to post this today.  (If you follow me on instagram or Facebook then you know Nick is preaching a revival this week.  We covet your prayers and please know I will be back soon with current content.  HANG in there with me.  xxoo)

I've come to learn over the years  that some of our greatest blessings are born out of deepest afflictions.
This is how "Porterville Night" came into existence.

If I were to take you back in our family seven years ago, all three of my girls would still be living at home with me and their daddy, safe in my little nest that I loved so much.  You would find a house bustling with activity…where my daughter's friends were always around our table, popping in and out, spending the night, and just hanging out.  You would witness bible studies with high school girls gathered around my table and lots of impromptu fellowships with friends.  

Then as life would have it, they each began to spread their wings.  One by one they fell in love and we watched as the Lord revealed these special men to our girls who would one day be their husbands.

It was an exciting time in our family.  A whirlwind of excitement.   Watching these precious relationships develop and grow…literally right before our eyes as their men hung out our house  so we could get to know them.  

Our oldest daughter got married first seven years ago this November. It was quite an adjustment no longer having her presence with us in our home.  We soon became grandparents which was incredible and then right when I was getting the hang of a new normal, it was like a dam broke and I got caught swept up in a tidal wave of change.  The kind where you can't seem to catch a breath.  Each time I would come up for air, a wave would knock me back under water.

In the midst of this season, our family moved from living in town out to the community where my husband had been pastoring for almost two years.   We went from being the hub of activity…grand central station to moving 40 miles out to the country to a little community called Porterville.

Porterville is a place where no one just "stops by".  You have to drive 45 minutes from where we used to live to do that….45 minutes away from any kind of civilization.  We are in the boondocks. We have to drive 17 miles to get to a gas station.  So all of the hustle of activity with my girls that I thrived on pretty much came to a halt. Porterville was like the wilderness to me.

Now I'd like to say I handled this season in a beautiful way and was an incredible example to my daughters of how to handle change and things we don't like in our lives with grace and maturity.  But I can't.  I pouted.  I succumbed to depression.  My girls didn't even like hanging out at the house anymore, much less their guys.  But through God's relentless love and kindness that leads us to repentance I asked God to forgive me and I refocused how I was looking at things.

And what came next is now one of our families favorite events……Porterville Night.

I realized I had to be intentional about our family time together so we set aside Monday nights as the night we would keep our calendars clear and make sure we were all gathered together.  This new tradition started when the girls were still at home and the boys would ride out together.  I would cook and we would often play board games all night.  It's nothing fancy.  The goal is just being together.  

We've had bonfires where we roasted marshmallows and sang around the campfire. We've sat around flipping through channels on the tv. We've had dance offs on the Wii.  And occasionally we'll watch a movie.  It really doesn't matter as long as we are together.  

As far as Porterville goes, for me it's more of a state of mind than it is a place on the map.

Porterville Night represents contentment. 
It represents the fact that we have resolved to carve out time for being together.
It represents the fact that we have committed to make our time together a celebration.

You see, in recent years our family has evolved.
We have always been tight knit.  We've always done everything together.
And we like it that way.
But life has happened and kids have grown up, gotten married and moved away.
We can no longer all be together for ALL things that take place.

As a momma, I could fight with God on this issue and stay miserable..
pining away about how it used to be.
But by His grace He's done such a work in my heart.  

Learning how to love what you do have instead of whining about what you don't have is a  freeing thing.  
FREEDOM y'all. 

So instead of being sad that we can't hang out all the time, I've chosen to be ecstatic over when we do get to hang out.  And that's what our Porterville Night is all about.

Now this is the season I'm in...having grown kids branching out..learning to do "family" a new way.
But so many of y'all  are dealing with the same stuff....just a different season.

The momma who had to send off her little love to kindergarten and is learning to adjust to them being gone 6 hours a day, 5 days a week being shaped and molded by someone else when up to this point that sole person has been you.

Or the one who is having to deal with their kid who has hit the teenage years and you as a mom, who was once their best friend that they wanted to do everything with, suddenly gets put on the back burner to new friends and new activities.

Or the dear one whose older parents are now in poor health or have recently passed away and you are learning how to do life with the biggest void you've ever experienced.

When we find ourselves in these new seasons that honestly, we'd prefer the old way of doing things...
it's then we have a choice to make.
We have to choose to embrace the new way of doing things and discover the joy awaits.
We can waste precious time dreaming about what used to be or..
we can have ourselves a Porterville Night!

I hope you choose yourself a "Porterville Night".


Sunday, October 4, 2015

Hanging with Honey {Day 4} : In his eyes

***This post was originally written last summer and for some reason I never hit publish.  Trusting in God's perfect sovereignty and timing and believing someone needs to be reminded of this on this very day.  I know I sure did. 

Today I was scrolling through pics making room on my iPad, deleting the blurry ones and stuff.  Then I came across this one and it stopped me dead in my tracks.  Technically the picture itself is not so good.  We were with friends at the beach and I had asked Nick to stand still for a minute because I was trying to get all my settings right.  I'm trying to only shoot in manual and this was the middle of the day and super bright.  So it's a little blurry, the color is off.  

But I can see myself in the reflection of his glasses.  It hit me that this is what he was seeing at that very moment. And his sweet little smile…that expression…it just got me thinking about being seen in his eyes.

In his eyes I'm beautiful. 

In his eyes I'm the best wife ever. 

In his eyes I'm a great mother.  

In his eyes he sees a great leader and teacher.  

In his eyes I'm his lover.

How do I know this. It's because of what he does. How he shows me his love.
He sees the ugly parts of me physically…my wrinkles and my stretch marks and my varicose veins and pouchy stomach and doesn't look past them….he doesn't ignore them. He sees them.  He acknowledges them. They are part of me and he yet in spite of those "flaws", he thinks I'm beautiful.  
He makes me feel beautiful. 

 Even though our house is usually a mess he doesn't complain about it. He still builds me up as a wife and keeper of our home. Undeservedly. 

 And on days when I really mess up as a momma with our girls and lose my patience…when I  make it about me in that moment and how they have hurt my feelings instead of thinking about the big picture  and how to help my girls in that moment.… he tells me how I'm doing  a great job at raising his daughters. That I'm a good momma.

 He always encourages my leadership skills even though he knows how disorganized I am and how terrible I am with time management.

He  makes me feel desirable and wanted as a woman even though I may not look or feel sexy.

I don't tell you all these things to put him on a pedestal. He's not perfect. Far from it.
But his unconditional love for me is rooted in Christ.  
It's such a picture to me of how Christ loves us in spite of our mess. 
And I know for a fact that He has used me on a regular basis to sanctify Nick. 

So when I came upon a post on Instagram by couple of ladies, Kelli and Vanessa, who started up the conversation and asked the question "Who in your life has demonstrated unconditional love, which in turn has influenced or changed the course of your story?",   I didn't even have to think about my answer.  

It's this man who know me better than anyone else on this planet.  
The one who has seen the worst side of me and yet still loves me.  
The one who has  experienced first hand the ugliest parts of my heart…the dark crevices that ooze out selfishness that demands it's way.  He's been by my side when I hated myself so much that I felt like a empty shell of person not capable of loving anyone back.

I don't deserve this kind of love.   

I don't deserve the love of Christ either.
In fact, none of us do.
 But God in His great love for us provided a way through His Son that in spite of our sin and our selfish ways, we could experience this kind of unconditional love.

And when I stop and think about how I'm seen in God's eyes, it is overwhelming.
Psalm 139 sheds so much insight on this. It is one of the most riveting, unbelievable, comforting, and convicting passages in all the word to me.

Lord, You have searched me and known me.

You know my sitting down and my rising up;

You understand my thought afar off.

You comprehend my path and my lying down,
And are acquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word on my tongue,
But behold, O Lord, You know it altogether.
You have hedged me behind and before,
And laid Your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is high, I cannot attain it.
Where can I go from Your Spirit?

Or where can I flee from Your presence?

If I ascend into heaven, You are there;
If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.
If I take the wings of the morning,
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
Even there Your hand shall lead me,
And Your right hand shall hold me.
If I say, “Surely the darkness shall fall[a] on me,”
Even the night shall be light about me;
Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You,
But the night shines as the day;
The darkness and the light are both alike to You.
For You formed my inward parts;

You covered me in my mother’s womb.
I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;[b]
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well.
My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.
And in Your book they all were written,
The days fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of them.
How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!

How great is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;
When I awake, I am still with You.
Oh, that You would slay the wicked, O God!

Depart from me, therefore, you bloodthirsty men.
For they speak against You wickedly;
Your enemies take Your name in vain.[c]
Do I not hate them, O Lord, who hate You?
And do I not loathe those who rise up against You?
I hate them with perfect hatred;
I count them my enemies.
Search me, O God, and know my heart;

Try me, and know my anxieties;
And see if there is any wicked way in me,
And lead me in the way everlasting.

Is that not incredible?  Even on my darkest days, when I am at my absolute worst, God still loves me. When I buy into the enemy's lie about how worthless and unworthy I am and I want to be left alone in my funk, I can't get away from the Lord.  He is there. He sees me. He knows my jacked up thought life I struggle with at times and yet He still loves me.  
He knows what He is making me into.
He knows what can be done through my life when I operate in His power and strength.
In His eyes I am mighty.  
In His yes I am victorious. 
In His eyes  I am beautiful.  

I so want to live each second of my existence with the fresh awareness of how I'm seen in His eyes.

Praying for you today that YOU would see yourself through His eyes.
Because girl.... you are gorgeous. 


Saturday, October 3, 2015

Hanging with Honey {Day 3}: Happy BDay FroDaddy- Original rap by Honey Hizzle and Big P

When I committed to the 31 day challenge, I knew that the first week out gate would be tough.  We will be out of town with Nick preaching a revival and I don't own a lap top to write something daily.  That meant I would have to write a bunch of post and schedule them to post automatically in my absence.  I almost let it deter me but I'm extending myself grace and keeping this fun so I looked through my stuff and found several drafts that I never posted for one reason or another, I have a couple of post that I wrote for other blogs as a guest  that I never published here on the Honey Pot and then I have this one.....

It's already been posted here but since I need one more day of content AND it's Christopher's birthday today I thought why not share it again.

Behold.  Honey Hizzle and Big P

***First Posted in 2011  Since this time Iggy came on the scene and crushed mah dreams of becoming the first legit white girl rapper. 
To my son-in-law on your birthday:
Since I can't be there to celebrate your special day, 
I thought I'd do the next best thing ... blog about you

I call this "Honey Hizzle in da House"
(beatbox by Big P)

Yo what up chris
It's your day and i. want. to. cel-e-brate 
in a special way

So wrote a little rap, wit you in mind
So sit down in yo chair and enjoy the ride

Once upon a time a long time ago
Back in the day when you still had a Fro
You fell in love.. wit this girl of mine 
and you won her heart cuz she thought you be fine.

You were her Prince Charming and she was your Lily 
Ya didn't date like normal
So people thought y'all were silly

But dats ok, you didn't care what dey say
You were living for Jesus 
Wanting to do it His way.

You were a gentleman
Always did ya part,to keep her pure. 
So when you asked for her hand
Her daddy said “Son…sure”

Of course first he had to test you
make sure you were legit
Made you shoot up some targets  and sweat a little bit.

So you married our baby and made her your wife
Now serving the Lord together  
Is what you do with your life

Your a team, shes yo partna
Regular Bonnie and Clyde
Going through life wit each other  side by side.
y'aaall fit together like a hand and glove
Two peas in a pod  that are so in love

Yeah it wasn't long later when ya had some news that was good
Said  “we gonna have a baby”
Gonna join the parenthood 
 Bro nick became a Paw Paw
And I became a Honey
It kinda rocked our world
Made Our days a little sunny

You became a daddy 
And a really good one too
You be all hands on
You ain't afraid of no poo.

You got mad daddy skillz
Can change a diaper like a pro
Your babies sleep thru The night 
Cuz you can wrap em like burritos 

Y'all like kids so much y'all decided to have some more
Yeah do it so good that you outgrew your car.

It was the car of yalls dreams
It was such a sweet ride
But wit so many kids 
Ya couldnt fit em all inside.

So now youre ROCKin the mini van
Lookin all fly
You and your posse 
As you all 5 drive by.

You drink tea out of china
When your girls wants to play
You watch Tangled on the TV cuz they like that way.

You yo little girls hero and you  do it so well
I'm so proud youre their daddy
My hearts gonna swell

Now after two little ladies
That really are so fun
The Lord shook it up in your crib
And He gave you a sonnnn.

Now lil man Nate dog
Is there hanging wit you
He be dressin sharp like his daddy
All smooth and GQ

You and your woman,
Y'all are doing it right
Raising kids to love Jesus
Is what's in your sights

Keep doing it .Dawg
Wit your eye on the Prize
You an Baby Lady
Side by side.

And I want you to know 
on this day in Octoba
I couldn't love you more 
If it was I who had birthed ya.

Props to Papi and JuJu for raising a man to love my daughta
I love you son
Happy birthday... Holla!

{Back in the day....}

{ fine thing!}




{Your girls!)

 {a son!}

{Mad Daddy Skillz}

{My girls know how to pick em! STUDS}

Christopher :)

Happy Birthday!  
Hope I haven't embarrassed you too bad ;)


There you have it folks.
If you ever doubted, now you know for sure....I have no shame. Or sense.
I suppose I need to write a rap for my other two boys.
Maybe I'll switch things up and go country next time.
So many options.

Happy Weekend to ya'll.
Happy Birthday Christopher! 

ps. I had to add a pic of you with lil Hazel Boo.

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