Boo.

A wise woman once told me, "Relationships are like a bank account, you can't let someone withdraw more than they deposit." I've often thought back to this when looking at my friendships. This friend has been such a huge influence on the woman I am today. She has taught me about forgiveness, love, what it really means to be a friend, and so much more. I can honestly say, I have grown so much in the 16+ years that I have known her. The last three years we have gotten even closer and I consider her to be one of my closest and most cherished friends. She's more like a sister to me, actually.

My life was richly blessed when Elizabeth walked into it all those years ago. She recently went on a two week trip to Italy. I've never felt so alone. I talk to Liz almost every day. We see each other at least once a week. I work hard to preserve this friendship because it is one of the most important friendships I've ever had. Liz and I have become such good friends and I'm so thankful to have someone like her in my life. Someone that answers the phone, even if it's midnight, and is always there if I need a shoulder or a friend. Someone that feels comfortable enough with me to give me the hard truths that I need to hear sometimes.

I know this seems like a sappy post, I'm just thankful for such a great friend. There has been so much going on the last month or so. Elizabeth has been there for anything and everything I've needed and I don't know how I could ever thank her. I hope that I deposit as much as I withdraw...because God knows I cherish this friendship. So, Booie, if you're reading this, please know that I love you. I'm so very thankful for the friendship that you and I have. You have shown me so much over the last several years and taught me so much. I don't know how I could ever repay you for all of your kindness and friendship. But, I know that if there is ever anything you need, I'm here. Always. There is nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you. I love you more than you know.

I never loved anyone so much.

Nine years ago yesterday I walked down the aisle of my tiny church and changed my name and my life...forever. 

May 7, 2005 was a day that started the best years of my life. I married a man that I loved so very much. Even still he makes me laugh, aggravates me to no end, and makes me happy in a way I never thought possible. He is one of the very best things to ever happen to me. 

I knew when I saw him across that basketball court eleven years ago that there was something different about him. He was beautiful. I hated basketball with every fiber of my being. But, I have grown to love it because he does. I am so glad I went to that game. 

Yes there are days he makes me want to smack him. There are days that I can't help but look at him and wonder what I did to deserve someone so truly wonderful. Then there are days that I am so overwhelmed with the amazing man I am lucky enough to call my husband. 

Like a few weeks ago when my dog died. I had such a hard time with that. I still have days that really suck. But my sweet husband was kind enough to be strong for me and not make fun of my tears. He was sweet enough to let me go with him to bury my dog and he let me pet him one last time and say my goodbyes. He didn't rush me along and make me feel dumb because it was a dog. He was compassionate in a moment when I needed that the most. 

Then there are times like when we were at the hospital with our son. I see my husband's face filled with as much worry and fear as I feel. I see as much concern on his face as I hear going in my head. My heart is full of love for this man that loves our child as much as I do. 

And now as I type I hear him in the living room tickling and laughing with Talent. They are playing and having a blast together. He loves our child and to see them together just makes me fall in love all over again. 

My husband is not an easy person to get to know. He doesn't let people close to him. But, if he cares for someone, it shows. He loves with all he has. He is an amazing man. 

For nine years I've been married to an amazing husband, friend, provider, love, comforter, supporter, and defender. He is so many things to me and I hope he knows just how much I thank God for sending him to me. Eleven years as a couple...nine years married....I've never loved anyone so much. 

Buttons & Beaus!

My dear friends Gabby and Kevin Bolton are the proud parents of a precious three-year old boy, Kevin. Kevin, born on February 2^nd, 2011, is a high-energy toddler who loves nothing more than to spend his days on the golf course or driving range. On March 19, 2014, everything changed for Gabby and Kevin, when what started as a high fever turned into a nightmare as they received the awful news no parent wants to hear, "Your son has cancer." After a doctor’s visit where Kevin’s blood was checked to determine what type of viral infection he had and a ambulance ride at night to the children’s hospital, Kevin was diagnosed by a hematologist with acute lymphocyte leukemia. Kevin has already endured a bone marrow biopsy and his first round of chemo. He has many more rounds of chemo, spinal taps, and biopsy to brave as he battles leukemia. In a situation that most adults would find difficult to face, Kevin has handled everything like a champ. However, this is only the beginning of a long and emotional journey for Kevin and his family.

          The Bolton family is in need of our support and prayers, so Buttons and Beaus are joining the fight to help Kevin beat cancer. Therefore, we will be offering two items from our website for a $5.00 donation to Kevin’s family. The full proceeds of any fairy dust & wand or lego necklaces purchased will be donated to the Bolton family. In addition, 20% of all sales until May 31, 2014 will also be donated to the Bolton family in order for the the family to stay focused on Kevin’s battle rather than the financial burdens they will incur.

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Sirens grab my heart....

Pretty much everyone knows that my Pawpaw Bazil passed away 8 years ago. He was a firefighter and had a fireman's funeral. Every time I hear sirens my heart stops. I am always taken back to the day we buried my Pawpaw and the "final call" they did on the radio at the end of the funeral.

When Seth is off work we sometimes go out to eat with his Dad during his lunch hour. Most of the time we go eat pizza at Mazzio's. I've started noticing that most times when we are there, there are firemen there. This week we were there and I noticed that a truck full of firemen came in to eat lunch. I always notice them. I have a soft spot in my heart for them, naturally. This time, they barely got their food and sat down and the walkie went off, calling them out to a fire. They got up, left their food, and ran to the fire truck. The sirens started, the truck pulled out, and they were off. Their food sat as they went off to save a structure, nature, or whatever the fire had engulfed.

I write this blog about the firemen today because this is something I have seen more than once. Firemen leaving their food or coming back to cold food because of a fire. Firemen having to put their lives on the line to save someone or some structure or nature from danger. It's a job they choose. It's a job that they love. It's a life.....I know this because I remember just how very much my Pawpaw loved it. People don't get to see this part very often. I am so thankful that my life was blessed by a fireman.

When Seth and I were first married, maybe 7 years ago, there was a fire that came through and burned our entire pasture. It came within 6 feet of our house, 2 feet of our propane tank, and burned our fence around the pasture to the ground. Without the firemen that came to our house that day, I could have lost my husband. Seth was sleeping that day because he was working nights. It is still one of the most vivid and scary memories I have.

These firemen go out and put their lives on the line every single day. They get home late, miss many meals, have very sore bodies, and they miss so much time with their families. I hope that they know just how much they are appreciated for all that they do. Seeing the men at Mazzio's get up and leave their plates this week and not hesitate even a second, just shows me how dedicated they are to their jobs. I have a great respect for them. They all deserve a pat on the back and a "thank you" when they least expect it.

RIP Riley

For almost eleven years I have had a constant side kick in my life. Riley. I remember the first day I saw him. Those beautiful golden yellow eyes and that pink nose. He melted my heart and I had to have him. He was covered in fleas and ticks and just plain filthy, but, I didn't care. I was in love. 

I brought him home. I begged my boyfriend (now husband) to help me name him. He refused because he didn't

want me to get the dog. After three days, I finally picked a name on my own. Riley fit him perfectly. This dog was mine. He went with me everywhere. Back and forth to my boyfriend's house, to get a soda, to my grandparent's....everywhere. He was my best friend, my baby. 

Seth eventually came around and loved the dog too. He taught him tricks. Riley knew how to shake, sit, crawl, roll over, play dead, and balance a treat on his nose until he was told "okay". He was smart. He was also very loving and patient. He rarely met anyone he didn't like. I always knew that if Riley was cautious of someone, I should be too. He was the best dog. 

We took naps together, walks together, and even had a few good cries together. He always seemed to know just when I needed a friend the most. He would come snuggle up next to me and let me lay there and cry. He always made me feel better. 

To people who don't choose to have pets, this all sounds crazy. But for me this dog was part of our family. He was as much a part as my husband or child. He lived and was loved. He loved us back. He wasn't just a cute furry thing taking up space and shedding everywhere in my home. He was family. He was my best friend, first baby, and the best dog a girl could ever have. 

I was so blessed to have this amazing dog for the last 11 years. There will never be another that comes close to him. I am heartbroken and sad tonight. But I know Riley died in my arms knowing he was loved. He is at peace and no longer feeling pain. I'm thankful that I will always have his sweet memory to carry with me. 

I will love you always, Riley!