My Schmoozy Post

The days are long but the years are short...I feel this more and more in my 40's.  It seems like Christmas was a minute ago and now we're entering the month of February.

I have a lot of mixed feelings today - sadness, happiness, gratefulness, tiredness... We got Miles registered today for a golf tournament in March (he's played everyday since Saturday - little addict), Isaac has lacrosse this afternoon, and Karson faces District rival BGHS in basketball tonight.  Life simply feels fast.

(sadness) Maybe it's because it was sunny and beautiful yesterday and the rest of the week will be gray and rainy (blah)?
(happiness)  I read the sweetest Love Letters written by my friend Kari Carr in the recent edition of SOKY Happenings.
(gratefulness) That I was able to go for a quick jog last night after work because the weather was gorgeous.
(tiredness) Three teenagers.  Enough said.

This Schmoozy Post is dedicated to my Three Tuesday Teens because I want them to KNOW I am their biggest fan!

To my Karson Ann, born on Tuesday, October 22, I sometimes wonder if I came home with the right child from the hospital because you are simply off the charts in every way.  You are the one that made me a Mom first and stole my Strawberry Shortcake blankie that Mamaw Pogue made ME.  In every way, you've exceeded any expectation your dad and I had for you.  I can't even imagine how difficult it is being a teenage girl in 2020, but you handle it beautifully with emotional maturity and strength.  You juggle three high school sports, take Dual Credit/AP classes, and have passed the District level of GSP.  It's truly incredible what you've accomplished, and we couldn't be more proud of the young woman you're becoming and what an incredible daughter and sister you are.  I love OUR time together - reality TV, spray tanning, trips to Panera, getting massages, or wherever our path takes us.  I've got you babe!

To my Isaac Matthew, born on Tuesday, January 25, after hours of being in labor...you were worth the wait and have always marched to the beat of your own drum (starting with your birth).  I've known you were mine from day 1 - you were the best baby (so was I).  I totally understand your personality...making people laugh, writing books and making movies at a young age, speaking sarcasm naturally, folding shirts neatly in your drawer, keeping your closet organized and ready to go at a moments notice.  We're different in that you've always had confidence that is super admirable and the ability to connect with ANYONE.  I see you cutting up with 1st graders at ballgames, playing for hours with Mae Kathryn, going next door to play football with the younger neighbors, amusing all your teachers at South, connecting through music with Phil your guitar teacher - you simply "have it."  I'll be your number one cheerleader forever, slip you some cash when no one is watching - hah, and absolutely love that you're always so affectionate to me with your hugs and appreciation!

To my Miles Collin, born on Tuesday, October 17, you were a surprise but a welcomed one.  I love seeing life through your eyes.  Wonder.  Excitement.  I'm not sure there's anything that makes your happier than when it's snowing (even if it's simply a dusting).  You want to be the BEST at whatever you're doing and willing to put the practice (hours long) and determination into it despite your stubbornness and sometimes self-defeating mentality.  Ping Pong, Golf, Basketball, Pool, Science tests...whatever you're tackling...you give it 100% effort.  As the baby of the family, you learned to adapt quickly - with two older siblings, our time was always divided trying to accommodate the needs of everyone at such young ages/demands.  You and Isaac have always been an inseparable team and love to love and despise each other.  It's bittersweet but fun knowing you all will have each other's backs ALWAYS.  The sky is the limit for you, and I know your future is going to be bright and hopefully fitted with a green PGA Tour jacket =).



To my hubby Matthew Colvin, born on Tuesday, November 30, it was you
from day 1.  Our worlds collided when were little and our moms taught together at Dishman and families vacationed together at Fairfield.  We'd cross paths at Area-Wide youth devotionals through the church.  I'd watch you play basketball for the Gators.  Eventually, we'd reconnect through church at the HFC house where you'd sport that bright orange North Face jacket and roll up in your gold Acura.  24 years together and more memories than I can count.  I always choose you and it's not even a "choice" - loving you is easy.  I can't really say that we've had "ups" and "downs" - but we've managed to roll with the punches of life and handle all of our experiences holding hands and saying "bring it on."  I love you and admire you and am proud that our kids have a dad like you!