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Marybeth

INFJ + Type 4, Joy-Seeker, Jesus-Follower, & Advocate for Autism. Read more in my bio! Thanks so much for joining me here!

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"Instead of saying 'I don't have time' try saying

"Instead of saying 'I don't have time' try saying 'it's not a priority,' and see how that feels." -Laura Vanderkam.Dang it. 😅 I hate quotes like this, but only because they call me out. I really just wanted to post a picture of this adorable alarm clock that Nadia wanted & purchased herself after earning some cash (hooray paid labor! 🤣), but I figured I should say something other than "Look at this cute clock" although that also would've been an appropriate caption that would take far less time to write. But, you know, this is all about making time. That being said, I wanted to say that I value my little community here online, and I realize I've been terrible about reciprocating the love I've been given or even appropriately responding to your comments. I know that's one of my less than desirable qualities along with frequent self-absorption. Those that love me understand my level of introversion and my need for space and quiet and my aversion to phone calls (if you're one of the few who have actually talked to me on the phone, you know you've got a special place in my heart 😂) but they keep loving me anyways, even if it takes me months to respond. They laugh and call me out on it in a joking way because being sensitive is also one of my traits. 😉 I appreciate that but also know how frustrating it must be. And here on IG, I don't want you all to ever think I don't care about your comments or DMs or even your double taps. I do. More than you know. There's a part of the manifesto in my writing group (@hopewriters) that says, "We build benches not platforms" and truthfully, that's all I've ever wanted. I don't wish for a large following where I feel the pressure to perform and can't keep up with those beside me. And that's what I want. People sitting beside me, park bench style-- talking, laughing, sharing snacks & stories and so much love. So I'll be making the time (seriously blocking out time in my planner) to connect better because building friendships are a priority to me. Capeesh? 😉But really, isn't this clock crazy cute? 😍.P.S. Just learned that word is spelled "capisce" but we Americans mess up all the things & don't recognize it otherwise. Lol

Summertime souvenir shirts are apparently a Hanche

Summertime souvenir shirts are apparently a Hancher tradition now, and this year we decided on Wii Bowling League tees adorned with puffy paint, cause... fun. 😉.Earlier this year, when it became clear that Nadia wouldn't be going back to school, I picked up a used Nintendo Wii on ebay. I partly made the late night purchase because I had a hankering to play Mario Kart again, but more importantly, I wanted to give us all a distraction from the ridiculousness known as the year 2020. And with that, we began our nightly post-dinner bowling competition..Because Nadia goes back to school in 10 days, we started crossing things off our end of summer bucket list. Hence, our outfits. Making these was easy and fun! I took photos of our Mii's, printed them on iron-on paper, and then we went to work. We painted on our highest scores (Nadia's is 229!! What?!) along with the phrases we shout out basically every night...."Rouvre up!!" (Nadia's word for "let's go" or "get ready for fun" or something along those lines.)."Want some gravy on that turkey?" (Cause, 3 strikes in a row is called a Turkey apparently. Other options included, "Wanna pass me some of that cranberry sauce?" or "How 'bout some mashed p'taters on this here plate?" or many others I say that literally NO ONE laughs at anymore. 😅)."Maybe it's in the gutter..." 🎶 sung like Billie Eilish (from the song Bellyache)..I feel mildly bad that Natasha doesn't have a bowling shirt but Lambie does. 🤣 But league members only, right? 😆 I'm so happy with how they turned out, but mostly, I'm happy with all the time I've gotten to spend hanging with my people. Rouvre up, indeed. ❤

Today is my ten year wedding anniversary. 🥂 The

Today is my ten year wedding anniversary. 🥂The other night before bed, my husband said something to me that was so beautiful. Conversations like that are sacred to me, so I’ll keep most of his words between me, him, and God, but his last line before he held me was this: “Thank you, Marybeth. Thank you for suffering with me.”You won’t hear that in wedding vows. It’s not pretty enough. But it’s as honest as it gets. There is joy in marriage, yes. So much joy. But there are also times of disease, death, disaster, despair..Dana, when you asked, “Will you marry me?” I know all you were asking in that question—Do you want to tread this trail of highs and lows in the same way I only want to walk it with you? Do you trust holding hands and taking this life-hike with me? Do you know that even though we won’t have a trail map to warn us when the terrain gets rough, you’ll still want to be with me knowing it’s worth the adventure simply because we’re doing it together? Will you let me love you the way you were meant to be loved, a way no one else has loved you before? Will you be open and vulnerable alongside me as we learn and grow, messing up and starting over? Do you want to walk as an us the same way I do? And when we make it to the shoreline and the waves crash around us, will you laugh with me and jump the water or dive in, hand in hand, arms out, bodies intertwined? Will you stay there beside me, wrapped around me, fighting the current until we either drown together or resurface stronger? I’m in if you’re in..Of course, I’m in. And I always will be— fingers wrapped, rings touching, yes?Yes. ❤.... Also, no my dress can't zip anymore. And yes, Dana had his old Navy dress blues rolled up in the sea bag he likely hasn't opened since he last stepped off his ship. We laughed about his wrinkly uniform and my open zipper and dressed in our old wedding attire regardless. Probably will do it again in another decade, too. 😉

You know, like I was saying earlier. ✌

You know, like I was saying earlier. ✌

Once upon a time there was a mom with faulty visio

Once upon a time there was a mom with faulty vision. She was always seeing a reflection that was too big, too small, too squishy, too boney, too frizzy, too frumpy, too (me)..Then along came some affirming voices of reason who said all the right things, made her feel all the right ways, and fed her a smorgasbord of compliments. None of it was absorbed for long because by the time she passed another mirror or snapped another photo, she had already found another flaw..And finally, she grew tired. Tired of self-loathing. Tired of disordered eating. Tired of getting so close to fitting the "right" mold but always falling short. And she was tired of seeing a look of sadness hit her husbands eye when he found her struggling to just be happy with the woman he loved so damn much..So she quit. She quit measuring her food and her waistline. She quit following a strict schedule and moved her body in ways that felt better than force. She quit looking at numbers and began to see her curves as a gift. Her man did always appreciate that booty like whoa. 😉.When she asked her daughter why she took this picture of her from behind, her sweet girl replied, "Because you look beautiful." And do you know what she did then?.She chose to believe her. ❤.Befriend yourselves, friends. I beg you. It's a MUCH happier life when you choose to stop the fight and learn to love your beautiful bodies even while you work on them to be stronger and healthier. Obsessive diet culture and searching for skinny is killing us. Mentally. You are worth more than the size of your waistband, and so am I. Dare to believe it. Much love to you! 💕.#antidietculture #normalizenormalbodies #allbodiesaregoodbodies

I'm sad today. Pretty paper helps. And small kitty

I'm sad today. Pretty paper helps. And small kitty cat notebooks. 😉.#flowmagazine #flowbookforpaperlovers #catmomlife

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