For about 5 months now my life has been an endless rollercoaster. I understand life in general is a rollercoaster but it should more like the Superman at Six Flags not the Scream. If you haven’t traveled to Six Flags Theme Park and rode those two rides let me explain.. The Superman brings you up high, down low, all around, upside down, left to right, down and back up again. One the other hand, Scream does the complete opposite. It brings you up high and straight back down with small up and down motions in-between. Since you can kinda understand the rides you can see why I would rather be on a different ride than the Scream. As a consequence of living my life on the scream, my physical and mental emotions have been all over the place. Trying to cope and understand the up and down motions within the last few months really took a toll on me. I was in a mind-set to be on the go constantly with out taking care of my mind and body. It wasn’t until my smithboys made me stop and breathe in the fresh air a week ago did I understand my life needed to slow down. I picked up smithboy#1 and as we were passing Pflugerville Lake we saw people kiteboarding. Normally we would drive by and watch for a second but both boys seemed really interested. At that point I decided to drive up to the parking lot, and walk the boys to the pier.
The wind was strong and it was chilly but it felt so relaxing. To not have a care in the world about my next move, or think about anything else was comforting. It was something I haven’t done in quite a while. We stood there watching everyone enjoy the sun, wind, and water. Smithboy#1 was in amaze how high they got and how they were able to do flips in the air. He couldn’t wait to tell daddysmith. Smithboy#2 kept saying “wow” and “cool mommy”. I was explaining to the boys how the guys weren’t cold, what wetsuit were, and how the wind and kite was able to carry them around the water. We watched for about 5 minutes just taking everything in.
As we all three stood there I thought to myself, I wish I could go back, start over, change a few steps and tell myself to stop and breathe throughout the last few months. Since I do not have have magical powers to do so (shh, don’t tell my boys that) I found that I can only correct my mistake and try to not let it happen again. The boys were getting cold and the wind was getting stronger so we decided to head home. While walking to the car, I couldn’t help but to look back and really take in the scenery. How beautiful the day was, how happy my boys were, and how today I was able to freeze time even just for a second. The entire way home I thought how tremendous it felt to savor that exact moment with my boys. Although they were unaware of what I learned on the pier that day it will later be a lesson I can teach them. & as a mother there is no greater feeling than to do just that. So the next time life gets a head of you.. stop, take a deep breath and start over.
This Christmas break was with out a doubt one of the easiest breaks the smiths could ask for. I was off for an entire week and half and daddysmith had a couple of days off as well. I did something different this year and decided to volunteer at my church HCBC. If you haven’t read my pervious post The Wonder of Christmas you defiantly should go and check it out to see why Christmas was different for my family and myself. But like every year around holidays we venture to my nanas for our annual Christmas dinner. Now when I say dinner I really mean @ noon. Anyway once we got to my Nanas everyone was already there so as a family we said grace and jumped right into eating. We were all so focused on sharing old memories, opening up our presents, and watching my favorite football team, we forgot to take any pictures. Except when my mom, sister and I went in the front yard for a mini photoshoot.
Once our photoshoot was done we went inside said our goodbyes and headed home before going to our next family “supper”. After we came home settled our tummies and rested our bodies we headed over to Granny’s and Grandpa’s house. We were very happy to see they won second place in their neighborhood for the best lights and decorations. I was told over and over the boys and I just had to go, see their house at night time because they spent so much time putting it all together. So I really needed them to win or I might have not heard the end of it. LOL. Even though they came in second the house looked fabulous and they were happy with the second place award. One thing I really want to mention is how freaking GREAT my mother-n-law is. She asked me about a week before Christmas eve what I would like to eat at the dinner. Of course I said her manicotti because hers is out of this world but I was just throwing ideas out. Not only did she make the traditional meal for everyone she made me my favorite meal manicotti, she also made my sister-n-law gluten free broccoli and cheese soup with crescent rolls. With that being said I wanna give a huge shout out to Granny Holland; YOU ROCK & thank you for making this mama super happy! Christmas Day was upon us and our only stop was @ the original Smiths. Driving up to Volente is always a beautiful site but arriving to see old videos of the family, paw-paw smith and daddysmith was absolutely perfect. I am so proud to say I love the family I was married into. They all have welcomed me with open arms and always supported daddysmith and I as a couple. Being around them and getting to hear and see the memories they created over the years is the best feeling. I am so thankful for them and of course Nick & Dani’s cooking because that is a perk too! Christmas has finally come to an end and normally we would be excited for the day but this year we were all a little sad. We normally get smithboy#1 on Christmas Day but this year was different and we were scheduled to get him on the 28th of December at noon. Daddysmith had to go into work for a couple of hours but would meet us at home. I picked my big man up right on the dot. I could tell he was beyond happy to see me because he hugged for a good two minutes before I put him in the car. Daddysmith told me he might not be feeling well so I decided to take him to the doctor. There we found out he had an upper respiratory infection and we couldn’t go to the Trail of Lights. We were all a little disappointed but my sons health always comes first. Little did he know the entire family was still coming over to open up presents!! Granny & Grandpa Holland, Nanny, Nae-Nae, Rj and P all came to visit and join our Smith Christmas party. I wanna give another personal shout-out to my mama for the best PJs the smith family could ask for. I am a plaid lover ask any of my family and friends so THEY ARE PERFECT! Also thanks sissy for taking the best photos of us even if we almost to never look at the camera.
The weekend was just beginning and we had no idea what was in store for us. We didn’t have any plans but to lounge around all weekend, play with our new toys and donate all our old ones. One thing I can proudly say is my sons love to donate their old toys to kiddos who go with out. Daddysmith and I have always taught the smithboys the power of giving. Anytime the boys have a birthday or when Santa comes to town we donate all their unused toys. My smithboys donated THREE BAGS full of toys! & this year it finally hit smithboy#1 on why we do what we do. He told me he wanted to give away all his old toys he never plays with because a little boy might not have gotten anything from Santa and wanted to make someone else happy. Now if that doesn’t warm your heart and a bring a tear to your eye, I don’t know what will. I am so fortunate to have such amazing, smart, kind hearted little boys. I like to believe daddysmith and I are doing a pretty dang good job at raising them. After dropping off all the bags we decided to take our littles to Main Event. Celebrate their generosity and showing them good deeds go a long way. With our Christmas break over I can’t help but to feel so much love and happiness throughout the entire time we were all together. We as a family love to be able to spend quality time with one another and enjoy making new memories. This break might not have included new places to go and adventure too but staying up late, watching new movies, eating popcorn, playing video games and being a family is more than enough for us. We will forever be grateful for one another and the love we share as a family. Thank you family and friends for partaking in Smith’s Christmas break. We appreciate all your love and support for us four. Most importantly thank you Lord for all you do. Your love truly never fails.
My family and I have been worshiping God at Hill Country Bible Church for a year now. My boys have attended their children’s ministry and absolutely LOVE it! This past Sunday smithboy#1 asked if he was going to his bible school because he really wanted too. As a mother and firm believer of Jesus Christ my love tank filled with joy. When we dropped him off he gave daddysmith and I a hug and walked right in waving goodbye. Daddysmith and I went to our normal spot and a hour later we went to pick him up. He was so excited to share what he learned with us. Below is the project he did with help from an older student. Who was so nice to listen, write and draw for him.
He started to show us the bracelets he made for daddysmith, smithboy#2, me and himself. Described the colors on them and what they represented. We then proceeded to go over his drawings…
B: He said; Mom & Dad because we always pray for one another and his neighbor because we pray for people around us.
L: He said; I didn’t write anything because I always listen
E: He said; I drew Kashy and me at the table with apples, blueberries, banana, oranges, and a HUGE pizza because we LOVE pizza!
S: He said; I drew me asking Kashy if I can tie his shoes since he’s little and doesn’t know how.
S: He said; mommy I didn’t draw anything because I wanted to play with my friends.
As he was sharing these with me I couldn’t help but to notice how much wonder in learning and sharing what Jesus means to him. Daddysmith and I have grown closer too God and too see our son grow closer to him as well is incredible. From what he learns every Sunday at bible church to practicing it everyday at home is a gift from God. Our smithboy#2 amazes me just as much as smithboy#1. Every time we sit at the table for breakfast, lunch or dinner we pray as a family. Thanking the Lord for all our blessings and for each family member. Sometimes the boys will pray for their toys, games and whatever daddysmith bought them that day. The past couple of times we’ve been in a rush to start eating. After a few bites smithboy#2 will remind us that we forgot to pray by simply saying “AMEN!”. & if you know our little man personally you’ll know he will not just say amen but scream amen until we all say it and or stop eating and pray. Our boys have a heart full of love for not only daddysmith, myself and each other but for Jesus Christ. My husband and I are so proud of our boys and the little men they are growing up to be. They are bold, bright, strong, loving boys. As parents and the Lords servants we will continue to teach them right from wrong. We will raise them to have faith in HIM, and to never forget; we love HIM, because he first loved us. (John 4:19)
This year was filled with many adventures, obstacles and blessings. Too our first family vacation, smithboy#1 playing soccer, daddysmith getting a new job, my sister and I graduating, morning trips to our favorite donut shop, me being a soccer coach, it has been a wild ride. Here is a look back to some of the memories the Smith family shared with one another this year!
2017 has taught me a lot. One of them being to put my trust in the lord and looking to him for guidance. I had to over comes a few challenging obstacles this year, but with prayer and support from my husband I was able to defeat them. The beginning of the year I was focused on being the “perfect” wife and mother. Trying to become this idol my husband was proud of and my boys would look up too. Little did I know they just needed me to be ME. Through my journey this year I found myself again. I found the women who didn’t care what others had to say, who took spontaneous adventures, and who trusted her faith above all else. On the other hand 2017 taught me the power of never ending love. My husband and I have been on a rollercoaster the past 11 months. Finding the lord as a couple and growing stronger as parents, we have learned and already felt the famous vows “for better, for worse”. Even with our biggest downfall we were still able to climb the highest mountain together. One of our favorite bible verses reads, “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trust, always hopes, always preservers. Love never fails.” We decided as husband and wife to live our life/relationship pursuing those exact words. We actually have a painting of that scripture in our home. 2017 was a year I’ll never forget. We grew closer to God and towards one another. Thank you 2017 for all the ups and downs, gifts and surprises. Thank you for teaching us more about ourselves and more about the Lord. But most importantly thank you for teaching us that LOVE CONQUERS ALL! I am walking into 2018 with my feet firmly on the ground and my head held high. I am looking forward to many new memories and adventures with my family. 2018 I hope you’re ready for the Smith family because we are ready for you!
‘Tis the season for sipping peppermint hot coco, cutting down pine or cedar trees, hanging up sparkling lights, taking pictures with Santa and of course opening up presents. On the other hand this time of year is very special and doesn’t consist of doing any of those things. Its a time of celebration, a time of welcoming Jesus into the world. Before I jump too far, let me rewind and take you back to my childhood. Growing up with quite a few cousins my family would put each child’s name into a hat and every child would draw a name. Whoever you drew was the person you would buy presents for. Some of us were happy while others were not but we all were grateful to be receiving gifts. What we didn’t realize at that time was long ago our God gave us the most precious gift. The Bible tells us, “For this is how God loved the world: He gave his one and only Son” (John 3:16). Early this year I re-proclaimed my faith to the Lord and I decided to serve him this Christmas season. Not only will I be celebrating his birth with my family, I will be celebrating this special time with my church. I signed up to be a greeter and candle lighter during the Christmas Eve service. I have also devoted the past 24 days to reading Journey To The Manger. The first couple of days were about remembering who HE was and understanding that Jesus was God’s promise to us. Throughout the following days the story transitioned into more of what we all know about the road to Bethlehem but with a small twist. Everyday you read a devotion then a scripture to bring it all together. On day 18 the devotion was Walk by Faith, and within I read about how “faith is the reality of what we hope for, the proof of what we don’t see”. Like they say in the movie The Santa Clause “seeing is not believing, believing is seeing”. Another thing that separated this plan from all the others was at the end of every plan there is an activity to do. On day 15 the activity said to “pay it forward. Next time you grab a cup of coffee or a treat, pay for the person behind you in line”. Although I didn’t pay it forward on the 15th, I did on the 16th. My sister came with daddysmith, the smithboys and I to the mall. As the Smiths like to say we were all starvin marvins so we headed straight to the food court. We were in line waiting for Panda Express when my sister decided to get something else from another line. As she walked away I remembered what my activity was the day before; pay it forward. I asked daddysmith if we could pay for my sisters food, without any hesitation he smiled and said yes of course. Its like he knew what I was thinking and why I asked. He can do that from time to time. Anyway when I told my sister we were going to pay for her lunch she looked shocked, and said thank you sissy. The last 24 days opened my eyes to a few things. This season is for celebrating the birth of Christ, giving to others and finding hope. Of course we will continue our Smith family traditions of elf on the shelf, breakfast with Santa, and watch Christmas movies while making treats. I’m not turning into the grinch who stole Christmas. But we will also start incorporating Jesus’ birthday and celebrating him. Because HE is the reason for this season. HE is the wonder of Christmas and last night confirmed exactly that. When I was greeting people walking into HCBC I saw joy and happiness. I saw family’s of the community come together to praise and worship our father. With the singing of Christmas carols and lighting of the candle you could feel the Lords presence. Everyone in the room was celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ. At the very end of the service Pastor Tim dismissed us with a Merry Christmas and the first thing I saw when I looked up was my big man! Smithboy#1 was there celebrating with his other family. I immediately walked over hugged and gave him what it probably felt like a million kisses. We talked for a minute and when I was about to walk away, he hugged me so tight and whispered in my ear “I love you mommy”. As I was walking to my car I couldn’t stop smiling. Last night I went to serve the Lord and his son. What I didn’t expect was a gift of seeing my son. Like I said before HE is the reason for the season! HE is the wonder of Christmas!
This weekend was jammed pack with stuff to do and errands to run. Being a mom of two active/rambunctious boys my days already start early and end late, but when we have a full planned weekend it makes my days extra extra long. Friday morning is my day to go to HEB. Daddysmith used to go with me but I’m very particular with my list all the way to when I check out so he opted out. (Makes my total spent at HEB go down) Anywho, spending two hours at the grocery store, hitting the bank, taking a nap with my little and possibly shopping at target (don’t tell my husband) it was 30 minutes till 6 and we were off to get smithboy#1! After we got him I remembered I made an appointment for smithboy#2 to get a haircut. & what one smithboy does the other has to do as well.
So I had to get the oldest a haircut too. I was able to get a good snap of him to share with daddy but not smithboy#2 because like his mama he doesn’t like when he gets haircuts. With haircuts all done and all our errands ran it was finally time to head home. When we arrived daddysmith was already home and so was Elf James!
He brought the boys treats to make with daddy and I. Man that Elf is so thoughtful. LOL. With our ingredients and Pinterest instructions we started making Reindeers, brownie stockings and Christmas trees. & let me tell you daddysmith and I aren’t really creative. I mean we have two boys so we just have to use our imagination not follow instructions. BUT these turned out so good! Our moms would be VERY proud!
Since we were finished baking and decorating, it was time for hot coco and movie. Considering we have over 1000 movies it was only fitting to watch one of our many Christmas movies The Santa Clause. A hour and half later, the movie was over, teeth were flossed, brushed, pjs were put on and it was time to hit the hay. Daddysmith put the boys to bed but they didn’t actually fall asleep. Of course they fooled us and stayed up until 11:30 playing with dinos and action figures. The only reason Daddysmith and I allowed them to stay up is because sometimes brothers just wanna have fun and spend time with one another no matter what time it might be. On the other hand I wanted to teach them a lesson.. little did they know we were waking up early to have breakfast with Santa. So 6:45 AM rolled around and I was up making coffee and getting everything ready for the day. I thought I was teaching my boys a lesson too not staying up late, but they ended up teaching me it doesn’t matter what time they go to bed they will still wake up early happy as can be. When we got to breakfast with Santa smithboy#2 immediately saw Santa and freaked out. I knew he wasn’t going to be a big fan of him because last year he was terrified of the big jolly man. When it was our turn to sit in Santa’s lap, I sat him down and ran out of the shot so they could take the picture. & I believe it turned out PERFECT!
After breakfast we headed out to the other side of town to a Christmas party at my uncle Gary’s nursing home. There was a magician who was quite the comedian. The boys and P had so much fun watching him do all his tricks and making things disappear. Smithboy#1 laughed so hard he was tearing up and turning red. Thanks to my sissy who caught the entire thing on video!
This weekend has been fun and filled with tons of holiday spirit. Seeing my sons light up and daddysmith smile for ear to ear sure warms my heart. This is exactly what I love about being a mama and wife to those smithboys and daddysmith. Creating new memories and traditions with my smithboys and hubby is truly a blessing. Big thanks to Grandpa and Granny Holland for inviting us to see that scary man everyone calls Santa. Thank you sissy, mom, and P for spending time with us. Only a few more days until Christmas so make sure you’re being nice because Santa checks his list twice!
In todays society we see new people almost everyday. We see new friend suggestions on our social media sites. We drive by people on our way to work /school and yet out of those I don’t know 10 people we see we don’t stop and say, “Hello”. We simply just move on with our day to day routine. Now let me ask you, why is that? Why are we hesitate to welcome new people into our life? I am going to take a wild guess and say fear of rejection. Maybe not for all but for most of us including myself, I am constantly in question of meeting new people because I am afraid of getting brushed to the side. One of my many flaws I’m unable to conquer.. so I thought… Two weeks ago I finished a book called Uninvited, living loved when you feel less than, left out and lonely within one week! Many of you aren’t aware but I’ve never been fond of reading. (Sorry mom I pretty much lied on all my reading logs growing up.) These days the most reading I do is scrolling down my social media feed or insurance breakdowns when I am working. So for me to pick up this book and finish it in less than 5 days is definitely a job well done and huge pat on the back. In light of that information I wanted to share with y’all what I learned about feeling rejected. My story starts way back when I was a little girl. I was my mom and dads first little one. Their relationship don’t work out shortly after I was born so they separated. My mother got married and had another little one and my father met someone else and had three little ones. Growing up I stayed mostly with my mother but occasionally I would go and spend the weekend with my father. The huge difference between each parents was the way each one made me feel. With my mother I always felt at home, like being with her is were I belonged. With my father I felt like I had to compete for his time and with everything else in his life. Being a child raised to compete I quickly learned rejection. By the time I was 14 I told my mother how left out by his lack of love and connection for me. Thats when I first understood rejection. Its been some time since I last spoke to my father but the feeling has never really gone away. As I read Uninvited I came to realize a few things;
1. I’ve dwelled on this feeling of rejection for over 9 years and it has only affected my potential to create new relationships.
2. I am continuing to think rejection is my fault and it’s not.
3. That with Jesus, I’m forever safe. I’m forever accepted. I’m forever held. Completely loved and always invited in.
Not only did this book help me understand my past rejections it has helped me pull through this current rejection. Lysa states “The voices of condemnation, shame, and rejection can come at you, but they don’t have to reside in you.” She couldn’t be more right. Just because someone has their own opinion about you doesn’t make it the truth. Just because someone doesn’t like you doesn’t mean the next person won’t want to become best friends with you. We don’t need to let the rejection consume our thoughts because then it will ultimately control us. And at that point the devil wins. But we all know the truth.. “The lord is our shepherd, we lack nothing. He makes us lie down in green pastures, he leads us beside quiet waters, he refreshes our soul. He guides us along the right path for his names’ sake. Even though we walk through the darker valley we will fear no evil, for he is with us.” We can always change our bad habits and next time you start to feel rejected think about how much God loves you and how when we put our faith in him nothing can defeat us.
December is my all time favorite month of the year. We get to celebrate Jesus birthday, learn who’s been a naughty or nice, and spend time with our loved ones. Holidays are all about traditions and this year daddysmith and I wanted to create a new one with our boys. We have decided to participate doing Elf on the Shelf. For those who don’t know, Elf on the Shelf is an Elf who comes down from the North Pole, observes who’s being naughty or nice and reports back to Santa every night. There are two main rules when it comes to the Elf on the Shelf. First, the elf is to be moved to a different spot in your house every night while your children are asleep so you can create the illusion that every night, the elf is traveling back to the North Pole to report back to Santa about how well your kids behaved that day. Second, you need to make sure your children never touch the elf, or else he’ll lose his “magic.” Sounds easy enough right? Right! Our Elf arrived to the Smith household on December 1 with a book and popcorn to celebrate his arrival. Both smithboys were so excited and very anxious for daddysmith to read the book he brought.
At the end of the book, it asked us to name our Elf. While smithboy#1 was naming all crazy things and smithboy#2 just repeating what his brother was saying I decided to name the Elf James. For those who know my family, James is my grandfathers name so I thought it was fitting. Day two was upon us and when the boys woke up they found Elf James was back from visiting Santa.
He was hiding in our Christmas tree! When smithboy#1 found him he jumped and said “woah mom he scared me, I hope he told Santa Kashy and I were good.” The day went by and night time was here. The boys were being too rambunctious at bed time. They decided they weren’t going to listen to daddysmith and I.. and were going to play all night. So when the next morning hit and they went looking for Elf James they found him on top of their pirate tent in their room.
Smithboy#1 said he thinks Elf James moved to his tent last night because him and his brother weren’t listening and he wanted them to know he told Santa. I couldn’t help but smile and say yes buddy you’re absolutely right, laughed and walked away. Y’all my son figured out exactly what I was thinking when I put the elf on the tent. Three days into December and Elf James has not only taught my oldest a lesson but me included. He has taught me to never underestimated the mind of a five year old.
Many of you know that Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. It’s a time to spend with family, friends and give thanks to God for all our blessings. This time was extra special for the boys and I. We were able to have smithboy#1 for TEN ENTIRE DAYS! Yes y’all heard that right, for ten days he was with us having fun, making memories and getting that one on one time with daddysmith and I. Having him with us for those many days was absolutely perfect. He was able to spend time with the whole family. He stayed with granny and grandpa one night and had his Aunt Dee Dee come watch him during the day while daddysmith and I were at work. Smithboy#2 was extra happy because that meant him and his brother were able to stay up late playing men in their bedroom instead of sleeping. Only being a few days into my break I couldn’t help but really stop and appreciate everything I have. From a beautiful life to a healthy loving home, I am very grateful. This year daddysmith, the boys and I had three dinners to attend. Our first stop was my Nanas and just like every year it started at Noon. We ate, we laughed, we had a family photoshoot and played baseball in the front yard.
Next stop was granny’s! She definitely had a full house, with Aunt DeeDee, baby M, Uncle Batman (yes our smithboys call their uncle.. Batman) Nae Nae, Nanny, ReShawn, Preston, the smith boys, daddysmith, myself and a couple of granny’s friends. ReShawn brought over a FRIED TURKEY and it was absolutely DELICIOUS!! We had so much fun eating and playing on the playground we forgot to take pictures. Time goes by fast when you’re having fun. Our final stop on thanksgiving was the Smiths. Daddysmith and I loaded up the boys and took a nice drive up to lake Travis. We spent our night with Memesmith, Uncle Mike, Aunt Holly, their friends, Danielle, Nick, Aunt DeeDee, and Uncle Batman. With the smithboys being center of attention, I can happily say everyone was well entertained. As we were heading home daddysmith and I reflected on the busy day we just endured. Feeling thankful of course but also extremely full. Have three thanksgiving dinners really took its number on us. I should’ve done what my sister-n-law did and walk a mile to get coffee and eat pie for breakfast. But then again she is 7 months pregnant and has an excellent excuse to eat pie for breakfast. After thanksgiving day also known as black Friday we had my mom, sister and Preston over while daddysmith was at work. Daddysmith and I don’t participate in black Friday due to the history and more so he thinks its pretty ridiculous to fight and run over each other over materialist things you were SO thankful for a couple of hours ago. BUT to each his own… Back to having all three boys together and let me just say those boys are really something.. loud, crazy, messy, BOYS!
Between dumping all the LEGO’s on the floor, play fighting, pulling every toy from the boys room to the living room and racing Nae Nae outside these boys had a blast. Sometimes letting boys be boys is the only way to stay sane. With my night and break coming to an end I can’t help but to feel loved. Loved by all my family and friends but more importantly God himself. His heart and grace is truly remarkable. He is who I’m most thankful for. Not only am I thankful for him but all his love that he shares with you and I. I hope y’all had a wonderful thanksgiving and hopefully not in a food coma like daddysmith and I!
October 26, 2017 daddysmith and I officially tied the knot. After being engaged for over a year and not being able to make up our minds with planning a wedding reception, we decided to elope. We took a drive up to bee caves with our smithboys and said the famous words “I do!” at Star Hill Ranch. The entire ceremony lasted all of ten minutes but it was magical.
I couldn’t be more blessed and thankful to be marrried to the man of my dreams and the father of my children. I thank the man upstairs everyday for putting daddysmith into my life. He makes me smile. He lifts me up. He believes in me. He calms me down when I’m feeling frantic. He shows me what patience is all about. Most of all he shows me how to LOVE unconditionally. October 26, 2017 marked the first day of the rest of our life’s together & my heart couldn’t be more filled with joy. Thank you for loving me everyday and everyday to come daddysmith. You my love have my whole heart for my whole life.
“and the two are united into one. Since they are no longer two but one, let no one split apart what God has joined together.”