Keep the Love Alive {.006}

 So, I went to grab some lunch from the fridge this morning & Quentin told me that instead he wanted to take me out to lunch. My first thought was “Oh how sweet!” I can’t remember the last time we sat down and had a meal together. I literally can’t. It’s a gift and a curse. With success always comes some sort of sacrifice. Thankfully, we love each other enough to make sure the other knows that they are loved – always

Lunch time roles around and we head off to a shopping center with some restaurants nearby. We can’t decide what to eat right away, but eventually settle for Panera Bread. We are about to walk in and the couple walking out with their baby says, “They have no power.”

I was like “WHAT!?” out loud, even though I meant for that to stay in my head {Yup! I looked crazy}. We continued down the sidewalk to the other food places. Subway – no power. Chipotle – no power. We just could not win! So, we drove out of the area and found a local spot to eat. 

We are looking for a new place to live so Quentin brought his laptop with him so he could show me the places he found. What he showed me was so inspiring and exciting! Places in the city, places in the county, newly remodeled some with old charm. A mix of everything! When he showed me each place all I could think about was: “Is there a park nearby? Is there enough room for a pet? Are there hardwood floors? Is the neighborhood safe enough to walk around?” – all Mommy questions.

It is so incredibly interesting to think about what your pre-baby mind cared about versus the mind of a Mommy. All questions and reactions stem from a place of protection, concern, and the desire to give them everything and more.

It was just then when I realized how blessed I am to have the privilege of raising one of God’s children. Most importantly, God gave me a wonderful partner in life who can share in this journey with me and love to pieces every step of the way.

The hunt will still continue, but it’s nice to get some quality time in with Quentin. With so many exciting things going on it’s easy to let your relationship fall to the waist-side. Initiative is key & making time for each other is one thing we’ve learned to do. Time is not going to just show up out of nowhere with our busy schedules. We’ve got to keep that love alive.

When two people are meant for each other, no time is too long, no distance is too far, and no one can ever tear them apart.


Enjoy your Easter weekend. 🙂

better than mommy {.003}

jayden's toothbrush & toothpaste

6:31AM. this is usually the time i have jayden brush his teeth and get ready for school. this time the routine changed a little. as soon as we got into the bathroom – he asked for “daddy“. i told him “daddy” was still sleeping. immediately, without any hesitation – he started crying. not like “tears-are-just-casually-running-down-my-face-and-i-hope-this-is-enough-to-make-you-realize-i’m-upset” kind of crying. i mean bawling out of control crying. i asked him what was wrong and all he could mutter was “daaaddyyyyyy,”. i knew there was something deeper than that wrong with him but, of course he couldn’t articulate it to me. all he knew was that whatever bad feeling he was experiencing, only daddy could fix it.

so, what did i do? took him do daddy. and mind you i cradled him in my harms and stroked his head for some minutes before this {felt kind of insignificant at that point}. instead of telling him to “suck it up” and brush his teeth, i remembered how it felt to be a kid and how it’s nothing personal, but one parent just does something for you that the other can’t in some situations, {that’s why God gave you two}. as much as my feelings were hurt, i knew he needed his good-ol dad to make things right. i can’t blame him for wanting his daddy all the time, he’s always driving to his clients early in the morning until the late evening {he’s a personal trainer & his schedule is jam packed}.

i hoverd over our bed with jayden crying in my arms & of course that woke quentin up. jayden cried, “daddddyyyyyy!” one last time and menuvered his way onto quentin’s chest.

immediately – the crying ceased. it was almost as if someone had pushed the mute button on the television remote & jayden was a television {i really wish i could do that in real life sometimes}.

quentin asked, “what’s wrong stinky?” {that’s one of the many nicknames we have for him, it’s a long story}. he didn’t say a word. he was just – silent. we looked at eachother & shruged.

a couple minutes later jayden hopped up and ran to the bathroom. as he ran i asked, “are you ready to brush your teeth like a big boy?”.

“yes!” he replied, as if nothing ever happened. that little boy gets over whatever hurdles are plauging him so quickly. and so the day continued. quentin and i still don’t know what was wrong with him. as long as he’s happy, that’s all that matters.

“one father is more than a hundred schoolmasters.”
– george herbert, outlandish proverbs, 1640

here we are. {001}

hi! i’m nicole. my fiance is quentin & our toddler is jayden {he’s three}. this is our memory book. well, not really — but it will be in a year’s time. after this year is over I will print a book that looks like this. digital memories are nice, but there is nothing like flipping through some good ‘ol pages. this blog will be documenting our lives and the awesome adventures, laughs, and priceless memories that come with them.

thanks for reading!

“the beginning is the most important part of the work.”