It Was Always Me & You

To my best friend, my husband, my babies' daddy. Happy Father's Day. Happy Anniversary.

Talking like we used to do
It was always me and you
Shaping up and shipping out
Check me in and check me out

Do you like walking in the rain?
When you think of love, do you think of pain?
You can tell me what you see
I will choose what I believe

Hold on, darling
This body is yours,
This body is yours and mine
Well hold on, my darling
This mess was yours,
Now your mess is mine

Your mess is mine

See you in the marketplace
Walking 'round at 8am
Got 2 hours before my flight
Luck be on my side tonight

You're the reason that I feel so strong
The reason that I'm hanging on
You know you gave me all the time
Oh, did I give enough of mine?

Hold on, darling
This body is yours,
This body is yours and mine
Well hold on, my darling
This mess was yours,
Now your mess is mine

Bring me to your house
Tell me sorry for the mess
Hey, I don't mind
You're talking in your sleep
Out of time
Well, you still make sense to me
Your mess is mine

Your mess is mine
This body's yours and this body's mine
Your mess is mine

Slow It Down | Moments In Motherhood DC Workshop Recap

The days leading up to DC could not have been more stressful.
Stomach flus, a loss in our community, and all the head games. I missed my first flight (and nearly missed my connection)
I spent a lot of time in the airport preparing myself, reading, watching 39587396 Ted Talks, praying, crying, evangelizing. I was stressed and doubtful and nervous and excited and so glad to be able to work through it all on my own.
I slept in a guest house, ready as I was going to be for the next day.

And then these beautiful women started walking through the door with their babies.
They came to be photographed by me, and to learn from me. They were there for me, they came to see me be me and all of my doubt started to fall away.
I found myself talking much longer about some things than I planned, and completely forgot many things that I rehearsed. Like, for hours. But the women there soaked me in like a ray of Texas sunshine that they'd longed for. We laughed and cried and exchanged ideas in a way that I couldn't believe we were able to. And in such a quick whirlwind, it was over.

A few months ago, I talked to my friend, Joy, and said "I just hate when people think they know me." to which she said "Why isn't it okay for people to know you? Why is it only okay for them to know what you tell them? What you want them to know?" I didn't know it, but she was speaking into my deep issue with intimacy. I started reading Donald Miller's "Scary Close" and came across this -

"The more fully we live into ourselves, the more impact we will have. Acting may get us the applause we want, but taking a risk on being ourselves is the only path toward true intimacy. And true intimacy,
the exchange of affection between two people who are not lying, is transforming."

The temptation to keep it together, to keep up my image, to give these women whatever I thought it was that they wanted was so great. But the call to give them ME, instead of this manifestation of myself that I thought they wanted, was greater.

Before this workshop, I didn't know what I had to offer, outside of what I theorized. But now I know for sure, and I want to share it with you. I was really scared in DC, but I pushed through. And now that I'm on the other side, I am ready to give more. To slow it down and reign it in and pour it out all at once.

So. Tampa. You're next. Then Phoenix. Then Fort Worth.