​Start planning and scheming and writing and dreaming. Start walking or running or flying or speeding. Put one of your feet out in front of the other in some kind of timid perfect step that calls out to your demons that you have had enough.

Stand up, sis.

Take a deep breath and shrug your shoulders a few times. Give yourself a pep talk and imagine a fire - one that is burning and churning and crackling and consuming. Close your eyes if you have to and count to three. Pick a fight song, find a mantra, or make up a broken anthem full of every single whispered-in-the-middle-of-the-night dream.

Stand up, sis.

Clap for yourself, cheer for yourself, pat yourself on the back and slide forward like the streets were paved for only you. Feel the glory soaking into your chest and square those shoulders up. For once in your life, straighten your spine and

stand up, sis.

Gather every single "you can't even" and every single "you'll never make it" and every single "you're not enough" and every single time you were second, third, fourth, last, and every single shred of self-doubt and chuck it as far as you can. Gather them like flowers found in an empty field, and let them fly out on the wind.

Stand up, sis.

Tell them that you're here. Tell them that you're going to make it. Tell them to stand back and watch. Tell them that the magic is about to happen. Tell them that even if it takes months, years - you tell them that it's going to happen. Tell them about your faith and that burning in your chest that won't go away tonight.

You tell them what it's like because it's time you started standing up.

xoxo, B.

Heyo! 

I never do anything like this, but I've been totally ON. IT. with some gifts lately - so I'm feeling pretty confident. ;) 

What should you get your kids for Christmas? 

Let's do it! 

1. Doctor Set. This baby is less than $10! This doctor set comes with a lot of fun, pretty heavy duty accessories, and the case is well constructed, too. Here's the link: ​https://amzn.to/36cMPmw

2. Spelling Puzzles. There are 26 word puzzles for sight word help, and a little case that helps kids keep their puzzle pieces stable as they build. It's perfect for the beginning reader. We work on this as I cook dinner, and Tuck does a great job with a little help. It's an awesome reinforcement! Here's the link: ​https://amzn.to/31KrlKw

3. Food Truck. This is a little pricey (still under $100!!), but it comes with a ton of great extras. Lots of food, baskets, trash can, register + play money, and even paper to take orders. The little bell is super cute, the horn works, and there's even a microwave. This kind of imaginative play is my favorite. Warning though, don't wait until Christmas Eve to put this sucker together. Here's the link: ​https://amzn.to/2BO2N92

4. Travel BCOZZY. This is a staple for road trips and plane rides. It's perfect for kids, and it's super soft. Here's the link: ​https://amzn.to/31N0rSl

5. Nap Pad. This is the gift that keeps on giving. Note: You have to fill it with your own king sized pillows, so plan for that. I used Wal-Mart pillows. Tuck uses this thing constantly ... especially since we only have wood floors downstairs. Here's the link: https://amzn.to/2WkkBSu

And there we are! 

If you've got any great gift ideas, send 'em my way. I'm starting to make my list for a sweet six-year-old. 

xoxo, B. 

PS - These links earn me a small commission. Thank you for your support! 

Spending years with someone really just means you make it through the fight. All of them. The bar fights, the long night fights, and the quiet, whispered, exhausted fights. {Spending years together means you keep showing up.}
Spending years with someone means that you let them hear your tiniest, smallest, most heartbreaking cries - and it means letting them rescue you. Even if you fight it, even if you feel like you don't need it, and even if you feel like you can do it yourself. {Spending years with someone means you don't have to do it yourself.}
Spending years with someone really just means they'll sing those words back to you and you'll read it back to them and you'll walk to where you're going together. {Spending years with someone means you've always got someone that remembers the words.}
Spending years with someone really just means you know about that scar on his nose, the one on his finger, and the ones inside his torn up chest. Spending years with someone really just means you get to reach into that chest with your own dirty hands and you get to cradle what the others left behind and you get to piece it all back together.
Spending years with someone means 
miststeps. 
sidesteps.
baby steps.
Spending years with someone really just means you live through the refrains and you dance through the melodies. Spending years with someone means whispered prayers that sound a lot like the future, hope, and faith.
Spending years with someone just means you keep saying yes. {Spending years together is my favorite yes.}
xoxo, B.

When you’re pretty sure you’re broken, when they TELL you you’re broken, and when you feel like there’s no way in hell you’ll be able to crawl back together.
When you’re pretty sure there’s no one else that shares you’re cracks, crevices, problems, or hurts. When you’re pretty sure that your ugly won’t match the next person’s ugly.
When you’ve hidden it behind every wooden front door, when you’ve drawn the shades, when you’ve pulled up the quilts.
When paper gas station maps don’t matter. 
When convincing words don’t matter. 
When your second grade faith doesn’t make sense.
When all you can do is let your tears fall because that’s the truest damn thing you know.
When your hands are open and begging for what comes next, but you still fight the uncertainty of being able to handle it.
When your dreams aren’t wild enough. 
When your dreams are lost in a sudden fire. 
When your dreams are buried under baby blankets or a husband’s work transfer.
Here is what you do:
You tell the person next to you.
Even if it’s a whisper and even if your voice shakes. 
Even if it’s just a sentence of pure hopeful truth.
Even if you have to do it with your eyes closed.
You tell the person next to you.
When you tell the person next to you, you light a spark and then a connection is made.
You speak your truth and you speak your truth and the more you speak your truth
the more your spark ignites.
And pretty soon, you look around and your broken, map-less journey has lit a damn wildfire behind you and you have
blazed 
a
trail
for the hopeless.
xoxo, B.

She hates me, you know? There’s a girl out there that hates me, spews nasty things out of her sweet mouth about me to all of her friends, and she actively campaigns to turn new friends against me.
The thing about this girl that hates me so much?
I don’t ever think about her.
Ever. 
...
Tonight, Craig and Tuck were wrestling on the couch, and in between giant Thor punches, Craig and I were talking about agents and book deals and wild, crazy dreams. We were talking about what if’s and game plans and next steps and he chewed his lip like he does when he thinks hard on something.
He is in my corner harder than I am. He chews his lip and he fights for my dream even when I don’t think I have it in me.
I say, “What if they hate it?” And he dodges another thrown punch from my favorite Captain America and he tells me they don’t matter. 
...
This girl hates me so much that others have started to see it, too.
They whisper to me, “Becky. Do you see this?”
And I whisper back, “No.”
...
I called my mom today and told her I was ready to step into the public speaking arena and I was ready to tell my story.
I called my mom today and I told her I had a vision and a plan and a dream and maybe people would think I was crazy.
“Do you think I’m crazy?” I asked my mom.
“Never,” she answered.
...
There’s a girl that’s out there that hates me more than she hates anything else in this wild, holy, beautiful world, and I don’t see her because I’m too damn busy trying to own my own lane.
We’ve all got a group of people that will never clap for us. We’ve all got a group of people that will never help us. We’ve all got a group of people waiting to yank out their cameras to document the exact moment that we fail.
Keep your head down.
Keep your eyes focused forward.
The sweeties that are too busy figuring out how to not clap for you?
Well.
One day they’ll look around at their empty room and realize that they forgot to clap for themselves.
xoxo, B.