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Folks, this is it. The last day of July. We are about to roll into one of the most exciting times of the year. School starts in a few weeks, football practice and games start to happen, SeptemBER will come around.....
Before we know it, we will be back to the best time of year. Intentionally, we try to stretch it. We try to be really festive this time of year with decorations, meals, watching movies...doing things that families should do, but get too caught up in the hustle of life. We have a zoo trip planned, a birthday party, a corn-field maze trip, a night on the Polar Express, and we already have tickets to an event around Halloween called Zoo Boo. If you add that to Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day....you see why this time of year really flies by pretty quick.
Having two baby girls changed me more than I could ever imagine. Before kids, football on Sundays and the season was mainly what I enjoyed. Don't get me wrong, I've been here since 2009....so I have always been a Christmas nut. This time of year has just given me a whole new perspective on how short all of this really is going to be. My oldest daughter, who will be three (can you believe that?), only has 15 more Christmas at home. I know, I know....that is 15 years. But if you think about the things you are most passionate about, just having 15 left of something isn't much. My Dad is older, he has experienced a heart attack and two strokes. While I might have 15 Christmases with my oldest daughter at home, I hope I have 15 more with my Dad before he goes home.
Why I am typing this and why it struck my heart, I have no clue. I guess the excitement of today being the last day of July and us being on the brink of the most exciting time of the year just gave me pause this morning, but while there is still time....go ahead and plan a few family events. Schedule an event for everyone in your family and put it on your calendar. If there is one thing I have learned over the past few years, this will all end way too soon.
Now, pray for me. There is a herd (yes, a herd) of wasp that build a fort on my back deck. It's about to get ugly.
Before we know it, we will be back to the best time of year. Intentionally, we try to stretch it. We try to be really festive this time of year with decorations, meals, watching movies...doing things that families should do, but get too caught up in the hustle of life. We have a zoo trip planned, a birthday party, a corn-field maze trip, a night on the Polar Express, and we already have tickets to an event around Halloween called Zoo Boo. If you add that to Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day....you see why this time of year really flies by pretty quick.
Having two baby girls changed me more than I could ever imagine. Before kids, football on Sundays and the season was mainly what I enjoyed. Don't get me wrong, I've been here since 2009....so I have always been a Christmas nut. This time of year has just given me a whole new perspective on how short all of this really is going to be. My oldest daughter, who will be three (can you believe that?), only has 15 more Christmas at home. I know, I know....that is 15 years. But if you think about the things you are most passionate about, just having 15 left of something isn't much. My Dad is older, he has experienced a heart attack and two strokes. While I might have 15 Christmases with my oldest daughter at home, I hope I have 15 more with my Dad before he goes home.
Why I am typing this and why it struck my heart, I have no clue. I guess the excitement of today being the last day of July and us being on the brink of the most exciting time of the year just gave me pause this morning, but while there is still time....go ahead and plan a few family events. Schedule an event for everyone in your family and put it on your calendar. If there is one thing I have learned over the past few years, this will all end way too soon.
Now, pray for me. There is a herd (yes, a herd) of wasp that build a fort on my back deck. It's about to get ugly.

















