My Life Rocks! {the anti-"my life is lame" pity party}

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I'm feeling an extra dose of lameness today. Of course it probably has to do with my husband being gone all week, and being ready to do something other than cook, clean and hang with the kids. Then I catch a little break by browsing blogs and feel overwhelmed by how incredible everyone else's life seems to be.

I guess that's the beauty of blogging--you get to portray only the absolute best parts of your life to the world. The parts that are social and full of family and friends and love. The parts that are creative and full of pretty projects, fashionable outfits and inspiration. The parts that are productive and full of completed to-do lists, clean homes, good use of time and apparent happiness.

What do you do when you start getting a case of the comparison blues? You turn on "Me Party" from the Muppets followed by "Under the Sea" from Little Mermaid {what? I have to entertain the kids somehow} and remember a few of the reasons why your life rocks! I haven't had one of these posts since my quarter-life crisis post in October--once every six months isn't so bad :)

Here it goes...

Why My Life Rocks

I rock skinny jeans and a white tee. It's all I wear. Everyday. It's simple and maybe even boring to some. But I like to think I pull this look off well.

My big hair is big. I used to get upset about this, and will probably share my dramatic life hair history ("hairstory") just for fun sometime. Thanks to my awesome husband, I started getting comfortable leaving my hair naturally curly however big or frizzy it may be, and I actually get compliments about it now. (If you want to know my hair secrets, just check out my no 'poo testimonial ;)

Our small home is small. I actually like living in a small 2-bedroom apartment. It's easier to clean and decorate and easier for me to keep an eye on the kids. It's simple and makes me feel warm and content and safe. It reminds me that I don't have to keep up with the Joneses to be happy.

I have two adorable kids and one ruggedly handsome husband. They are so fun, and always teaching me so much about life and faith and what really matters.

Brylee is loud and social and naturally loving (and loveable) like her daddy. She's got the most gorgeous curls and the smoothest cheeks. She is always keeping me on my toes with her intelligent questions and make-you-think observations, and loves making people laugh.

Ian is quiet and serious like his mommy, but so happy and energetic when he's with people he trusts (also like me). He's so loving and gentle, yet has a temper reminding us that quiet people can be passionate too. His big adorable eyes will melt your heart.

My husband is super supportive and loving and self-sacrificing. Even when I childishly complain about him "not doing enough," he takes me seriously and makes an effort to show me he wants to do whatever it takes to provide for his family and contribute positively to our lives. Even more: he believes in me. Like no one else has. Well, maybe my family. But that's what makes him so special. He is my family.

My God is so big, so strong and so mighty, there is nothing my God cannot do. The mountains are His, the valleys are His, the stars are His handiwork too. {That's lyrics from a song, in case you didn't realize.}

Your turn...

Why does your life rock?