Thursday, July 23, 2015

Dear Joe

Dear Joe, 

I am way late on this birthday letter and for that, I apologize.  I needed the right words to express what "Eight" means to me.  You are eight years old.  I don't know how this keeps happening because I distinctly remember you being an infant and a toddler and a big boy and now my little man...  but HOW is it possible that it was almost 9 years ago that I was pregnant with you.  Wondering who you would look like and how you would turn out and what traits you would get from your daddy and which ones from me.  Would you be left handed or right handed?  Would you be more interested in sports or the arts.  All of those things that new mom's daydream about when they feel you kick and move inside them.  We dream FOR you and we dream OF you.  We learn what it's like to truly stop thinking about ourselves and think for this little miracle happening inside us.  

I've watched you develop each year a little bit more and a little bit more...  each step showing me who you are and the man you will become.  Each of your life experiences shaping you and turning you into who you will always be.  

You have always looked like your daddy.  Of course, there is a bit of me in you too...  but you look so much like your daddy.  You have his eyes and his smile and a bit of his stubbornness too.  When you set your mind to doing something you set your chin and there is no changing your mind... at least not without a fight.  

You are definitely your mama's boy and there is nothing wrong with loving your mama.  I hope that in loving your mom you learn a bit of the soft side.  You learn that cherishing and being cherished are as important as being strong.  That hugging someone can make the biggest worries not as burdensome and can also be a way to share the greatest joys.  You love to cuddle, always have and I adore it.  I won't get those cuddles forever and I will savor each and every one of them.  


You love lego men....  not the actual lego's...  but the little men.  Your imagination is fantastic and something to celebrate.  You have always been able to take your trains and your cars and sit on the floor and play for hours in whatever make believe world you have going on.  Whether it be a fake vacuum, train cars, matchbox cars or lego men. 

Sports... it started with baseball (which didn't go well the first year... think pirouettes on the field lol).  Then we moved home to Houston and got you involved with Coach Randy's team.  Now...  you play anything with a ball.  Baseball, Soccer, basketball, kickball, dodgeball and football.  It seems that basketball is your current favorite though. 

 You are such an amazing young man.  I love to watch you learn and grow.  You are figuring out what works for you and what doesn't.  You make mistakes and you learn from them.  You care, you cry, you laugh and you get angry... and each of those emotions are plainly written on your handsome face.  Joy shines in your eyes and your giggles are contagious.  

 Since you have started Kindergarten, we have taken a selfie whenever I drive you to school.  We get into the drop off line, you undo your seatbelt and we do a selfie.  :) 

You are my handsome little man.  You are my heart.  You are my miracle and I love you more than words can ever express.  Joseph Bruce Davis, you are my love and I can't believe you are EIGHT.  

I love you, 

Picture Randomess

Monday, June 1, 2015


Gosh, it has to be probably fifteen years since I've had a gratitude journal.  And I think even then I wasn't very diligent about writing in it.  But I was recently having a discussion with a friend about his routine in the morning.  He said that every morning he writes down either 3 or 5 things he's grateful for.  He also sets up 6 achievable goals for the day and then does them. 

It sounds so simple, right?  But by achieving small goals you feel accomplished and like you are working towards something.  As for the gratitude...  if we stop and actually think of the things we are grateful for, you will appreciate them so much more and thus live a happier life.  You know what happens with happy people?  They attract good things.  Good people, good things... a good life. 

So I made the commitment this weekend to start, for thirty days, writing down three things I am grateful for every day.  It will probably be done in the evening when I am putting my kids to bed. 

My grateful journal will not include them, because they are a given.  They are magic.  They are what's good in this world.  They are my miracle.  It will include things WITH friends and family but they will also not be the main focus.  Because... again...  they are my core.  They are my foundation.  They are what make me... me.  (remember my dad always telling me that I am a product of my environment). 

It can always include more than 3 but never less.  It can be simple things in life or bigger things.  But... for the month of June... I will be grateful for the life that I have been given. 

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Dearest Jocelyn... Happy 4th

When I think of how you have changed me as a person and as a mother, I sometimes shake my head.  I have told the story many times of when I found out that I was having a boy... I cringed as I didn't know what to do with a boy.  Well, I quickly learned. 
When I learned I was having a girl...  I secretly jumped up and down...  I would finally get to buy bows and dresses and do your hair and makeup.  I would get to do girly things with you like have tea parties and play dolls. 
Your Bebe used to always tell the story about Jason coming out and saying "have I got a deal for you!"  All of us parents go into this crazy parenting role with preconceived notions of what we will get you to do and what you won't do.  And each of you have your own little personalities that tell us we are crazy for EVER thinking we can dictate to you what you will and won't be. 
In four years you have taught me the definition of patience.  You are extremely headstrong and this is going to take you places.  You want to DO everything and NEVER have it DONE for you.  And saying NO to you is not an option.  I have had to learn to let it go and let you do it.  It may not be the way I want it done but you are learning. 
You have taught me the value of telling those you love that you love them.  Not a day goes by that you don't come up to me at random times and places and say "Mommy!  I love you!" 
You have taught me that it's important to pick your clothes wisely.   But that
 it's less important to choose prints that go together and more important to wear it with attitude. 

You have reaffirmed the value of loyalty.  You may pick on your older brother but, even at 4, you defend him and won't let anyone hurt him.  You get VERY upset when you think he's being mistreated in any way. 

 Putting on makeup is fun.  You love to put on makeup.  You love to paint your nails.  You love to paint your toes.  You are such a girly tomboy.  No one will ever put a label on you... you will break those labels and do it with a laugh on  your face. 
The importance of accessorizing!
and of course...  "letting it go" Frozen style. 
I once said that if I had to sum you up in one word it would be "Joy".  Everything you do...  you do with enthusiasm.  You love joyously and you even cry joyously.  I adore the fact that you bring joy wherever you go and I know that as you grow, that will remain steadfast.  You are my angel girl...  and I couldn't be more proud that you are MY daughter.  I get to call you MINE! 
 Happy 4th Birthday Jocelyn Anne Davis. 



Monday, April 20, 2015


Did you know that every single person you meet has a story?  Of course you know that... duh...  but many people don't really stop to think about it...  EVERY person you meet has a story. 

It might be a happy story.  It might be a sad story.  Most likely it is a real story with both weighing heavily into it... one with adventure, hard decisions, disappointments and great joy.  At least I can hope so. 

I remember sitting to have a drink with many a passenger on ships and listening to their stories.  The clientele, as you know, can be quite a bit older...  which means the depth of their stories were even greater.  It never ceased to amaze me the things the human spirit can endure and even better, persevere through. 

I used to do the "Renewal of Vows" ceremony on board with the captains.  I always asked the couples renewing what their secret to a long and happy  marriage was.  Many of you know that my favorite three answers were: 

1.  Fight naked. 
If when you feel a fight coming on you get naked... you are more likely to get to the makeup portion of the show and you're less likely to say something really hurtful when you are standing there in your all together and lovely. 
2.  Say only half of what you want to. 
How many times have you gotten into a fight and said one thing to many? 
So if you only say half of what you want...  then you hopefully you won't hurt your partner. 

3.  Give 80... expect 20. 
If both parties are always giving 80 and expecting 20 then both are always pleasantly surprised.  I go so far as to say both parties give 100 and expect 0.  :-) 
I have been so blessed to have so many wonderful memories in my short 40 years.  Each memory is a snapshot in my brain with a story to go along with it.  Sometimes I need to remind myself to stop taking ACTUAL pictures and take the mental ones instead.  Those are the ones we carry with us during our darkest moments.  It's those memories you can call on that make us who and what we are. 
That's why when you look at that woman in the grocery store that is lugging three children, two of which are screaming, you should give her a little grace... she may just be trying to get it all done.  Or that person that just cut you off in the left hand lane, speeding in and out of traffic...  they may just be having a moment where they want to feel in control of something and the car is it at that time.   It might just be someone who has completely zoned out and isn't thinking.  Or it might be that they are self involved and not thinking of anyone else but themselves at that moment.  But even they have their story. 
EVERY single person you meet has a story and you can learn something from each and every one of them.... how cool is that?  :-)