Dear sweet cousin,
Today you are officially a teenager.
Where did time go?
Feels like just yesterday you and I were making silly faces, coloring in color books, and building things with legos. But here we are. You are now 13...
I'm sure you're already having people giving you advise on so many things, but I have a few things I would like to add to that never ending list.
I love you, sweet cousin. I hope being 13 is everything you dreamed it would be and more!
Due to some technical difficulties, I haven't been able to write every day like I had set my goal as. This has left me with a multitude of subjects to talk about. So many that I am not sure I can pick one!
This is where I need your help! Comment and let me know if there is a certain subject you would like me to write about.
Maybe it is about my views on something, maybe you want to hear about Elbows, or maybe you want to hear about what God is doing in my life lately. Either way, let me know!
sidenote: I am currently listening to Snow Patrol and I am not ashamed.
I've been debating what I should write about or if I should even write about Father's day, but as I looked at social media I began to notice two types of people: the one's who have impeccable father's and the one's who don't.
This broke my heart, but it is something I can understand.
I grew up, for the most part, with a single mother. I grew up watching her work until she was exhausted and then watched her continue to work through the exhaustion so that my sister and I were well taken care of. I grew up watching my mother try to be the mother and the father to two very different, very stubborn girls. I grew up watching my friends have father daughter dances, dinners, and all the other activities girls should get to do with their fathers.
I grew up without mine.
Usually this is the part where I've seen people start to call their father's dead-beat dads or talk about how other's are better then their father could ever be. And a few years ago I may have done just that. But I'm not going to..
He deserves more than that.
I may have only met my father twice, our relationship may just be over Facebook messages, and we may not be very close, but he deserves more than being slandered. He may not have been the type of father I had always dreamed about, but he is still mine. He isn't perfect, and he does the best he can. I am thankful for it.
I am thankful for him.
I am thankful that he has sent child support.
I am thankful that he replies to my messages.
I am thankful that he tells me happy birthday.
I am thankful that he is being a great dad to my half siblings.
I am thankful that he tells me he loves me.
I am thankful that he talks about life with me.
I am thankful that he answers any questions I ask.
I am thankful that he does the best he knows how.
Growing up, my father wasn't there, but that is okay.
It is okay.
God has restored my broken heart, and has hit my expectations of what I dreamed to have from a dad. Along the way, He has put men in my life to lift me up and be what I needed for each season of my life- including my father.
I know it is past Father's Day, but go hug your dads, uncle's, cousins, family-friends, and mentors. Tell them you are thankful for them. To the people out there who have grown up without a dad, forgive him. Forgive him and then love him for who he is. I promise your heart will begin to heal in the process.
About 5 years ago, My sister and I were wanting a puppy so much we pestered our mom about it any chance we could get. Around Christmas, we finally got our wish! Now, we had both had other dogs before, but each one a circumstance came up that made us had to give them away. The more she grew the more it was obvious that she is my dog. In fact, it has been said that she just like me.
I honestly, wasnt for the name Ellie but out of the crazy name selections my sister kept throwing around it was the best one. Thinkimg back at it now, the name fits her perfectly! Acording to Nameberry.com, the name Ellie means "bright shining one."
For those who know my dogs, this isnt an accurate description of her. To most people she is awkward and needy, but I've been able to see her for who she is. Elbows seems needy, but really she just wants to spend all of her time around people. She seems awkward, but I thinks it is because she is just simply different then most dogs. Don't get me wrong she full of odd quirks!She wont play outside by herself or with other dogs unless I'm outside with her., she would rather be by your feet than anywhere else, she sits and stares at you when she wants something, and if you try to be sneaky and spell out "snacks" she knows what you are spelling and will be happy to bark to let you know so.I could go on and on about the odd quirks she has, but they do not describe her for who she really is. Ellie is always there for me. When im sick and in pain, she will lay over me and not let anyone close. She is my best friend. Whenever I cry, she is right there licking my face and cuddling up to me. I've known people who have been afraid of dogs, or just not like them, fall in love with her. She is like a therapy dog yet she has never had training.
So here is to Elbows, my best friend.
I am so glad you stopped by. I cannot wait to hear from you!