^^ Nantucket Bike Basket, contents and balloon: Gift from Jordan :) ^^
^^ Look at that old man photobombing me ^^
Dress: Target, Shirt: Urban Outfitters, Boots: Sears
So, I'm feeling a little bit torn on this blog post today. I can do it one of two ways... I can spin a story to make it seem like I had this amazing birthday weekend that topped all those prior, or I can tell the truth. In my effort to use this blog as a place to focus on the positive and be grateful, I may make my life seem perfect. Like it's all sunshine and smiles and fun 24/7. That's how most blogs are, aren't they? I'm guilty of coveting the life of Naomi and Sydney at least weekly, even though I know they are just normal people with normal life and normal problems, just like me.
So, here it is. The truth.
Jordan worked all weekend. Saturday from before Adelaide was up until around 4. Sunday, from before Adelaide was up until around 6. Justin, Katy and Hadley (BIL, SIL & niece) met Adelaide and I for donuts (if you follow my Instagram, you saw a picture). Adelaide wouldn't take her morning nap, and ultimately only napped for about an hour in the afternoon. You can probably imagine how that wound up. I listened to quite a bit of crying screaming, and had a fit throwing toddler follow me around the house more than once.
In the name of being completely honest, I'll keep going. I had a party yesterday; I threw myself a great big ole pity party. I have a lot of great people in my life who I love, but pretty much since the first day I met Jordan, he's the person who I always want to spend my time with. That's how it's supposed to work, right? You have to find someone who you love enough to make leaving your family bearable. So anyway, I was feeling really sorry for myself because he wasn't there. I'm not proud to admit it, but I wasn't acting like a thirty year old, I was acting like a pouty thirteen year old.
While I was in the throes of feeling sorry for myself, I got news that someone in our family was in the hospital (don't worry, we're on top of it, and it's going to be fine). But, it made my wallowing seem incredibly petty and immature.
It's so easy to see the surface of someone else's life. To get caught up in the stories they choose to share. But underneath all of those pretty pictures and carefully thought out stories is a real person, with a real life. And no real life is perfect.
