"Even If It Breaks Your Heart" - Eli Young Band
It's Sunday. Already?!
With the 4th of July being smack - dab in the middle of the week,
all of the days have just kind of blended into each other.
I've been chugging along. And keeping busy without trying to.
I'm 6 days past ovulation and our IUI.
(Thank you everyone, for your well wishes, positive thoughts, and prayers!)
Right around now, is usually when my emotions start taking over. Only to escalate a little (or a lot) more each day. I don't want to jinx myself, but in this very moment, and what feels like the remainder of the day...I don't foresee "the crazies" getting the best of me. I think I have at least a few more days. Right around now, is also when I start heavily tuning into my body, looking for any little sign of a twinge or cramp. I'm taking progesterone during the two week wait this cycle. It can't hurt and can only help. Though, it does create "fake" symptoms sometimes.
Some say it gets easier - dealing with the pain, heartache, and constant battle.
I think it's like that quote about life after losing someone you love...
It doesn't get easier. You just learn how to live with it.
And with typing that, I'm choked up. Because there's this bittersweet, honest, and good feeling inside of me. A feeling that's a result of growing and learning and fighting through the hurt.
It can all eat away at me at times...consume my every thought...fill every one of my tears.
I'm not losing sight of my dreams. I'm allowing myself to keep hope and faith high.
And no matter how trying it gets at times,
I will continue to live.
My mom and I have been spending lots of time outside. Walking and running in the crazy heat and humidity. On the track and in the park. Reaping the benefits of a good sweat and happy endorphins.
My mom feeds this little guy whenever she goes to the track.
Her face says it all.
Or maybe mine (and my hair) does.
Thursday, we left the track and headed to a much cooler spot.
It's so peaceful here.
Like mother, like daughter.
Friday, we found ourselves back at the same trail. We were on a mission.
For Mexican food.
It's a great incentive when you know if you complete those 8 miles,
there, at the end, will be an awesome authentic taqueria waiting for you.
We got our music ready. Clenched our water bottles and began running. Taking breaks to walk and wipe our sweat with one of my grandfather's old handkerchiefs.
This is the mile where I watched my mom run ahead, while I stopped to fill my water bottle at the oh so amazing fountain that appeared just when I needed it.
It wasn't shady anymore. We were running on blacktop. The sun was hot, hot, hot.
Our clothes were drenched. We were lookin' super sexy.
I had a vision of me ignoring the "No Trespassing" signs on all the beautiful homes we passed, and diving right into their pools.
I drank my second bottle so quickly that I was ready for a third in no time. But no more lucky fountains were ahead. My mom, "Dynamic Deb" we'll call her, was still going strong.
I started dreaming about tiny trolls standing alongside the path with water for me at each quarter mile.
No trolls were to be found.
But, the taqueria was.
17,000 and some odd steps make chips, salsa, flautas, and fajitas taste even better.
My mom titled this photo "3 asses." (Notice the photo next to us.)
It was worth it.
Some memories from last weekend...
I took a photography class with my friend, Kelly, last Saturday.
The location was so pretty, by the water and full of activity.
We learned so much from our teacher, Laura. She has a great sense of humor and kept it low - key.
I love that it wasn't overwhelming and yet, she taught us tons in our two hours together.
I broke out my long lens and Kelly taught me that it really wasn't as tough to use as I thought.
<3 this lady.
Saturday night, Theresa and Andy had us over for dinner.
Theresa is an amazing cook.
She impressed us all with her grilling skills and served up fresh minty drinks along with homemade sorbet.
As I always say,
you can never go wrong with friends and food.
Thanks to the Rosenbergers for a wonderful night!
And, yep, you guessed it...
More food pictures.
Burgers, dogs, and ribeyes were on the menu for the 4th.
Vania and Chris came over.
The Mr. grilled.
I "cheesed" the burgers.
Twinkie has a crush on Vania.
It was one of those days where you keep on thinking it's Sunday.
It was nice knowing that the weekend was just two days away.
After some brownies and games...
Muffin played a game of her own. With the fly who snuck in.
We walked around the corner for fireworks.
The days have been happier than sad. I feel blessed.
"Some dreams stay with you forever,
Drag you round and bring you back to where you were.
Some dreams keep on getting better.
Gotta keep believing if you wanna know for sure."
"Keep on dreaming, even if it breaks your heart."
Have a happy Sunday, friends.
See ya in a few.