YOU. ARE. AWESOME.

Last Thursday I took Charlee up to my mom's for the day. I had her doing her "tummy time" and out of nowhere she rolled over to her back. I laughed and thought she did it on accident (although she was extremely pleased with herself regardless). I put her back on her stomach and she just whipped right over again. No grunting, struggling, aggrivation. She is a genius. A star. I find it funny that we celebrate every achievement. I was so elated. I was clapping and cheering like she just ran her first marathon with her eyes closed. When do we stop that? More importantly WHY do we stop that? If ever I tell my cousin Annabelle how pretty she is she always replies "I know." I love that confidence. I hate that when Bran tells me I look beautiful my reply is usually, "What? Now? No way." or "How much is that guitar going to cost us?" The innocence mixed with confidence of a child is such a beautiful thing. I believe our first heartbreak and betrayel and failure leads us to a place of understanding, but also puts a pin prick in our self esteem balloon. Without someone constantly reassuring us that we are on the right path, or that we are wanted, or even that we are the most beautiful thing created...we deflate. And who likes an empty balloon? They are certainly no fun to play with and don't do much for the life of a party. So I would like to bring back the idea of making a fuss over every achievement. Call, text, comment to me your life happenings that you are proud of. Did you write a great blog? Let's celebrate! Find an awesome website? I'll owe you dinner! Run further than you did last week? A cake is coming your way! Run at all? I've got a trophy with your name on it! Anyone else jumping on this train with me? Even if you don't...post me your achievements. It can be a party every day.