Daddy's Little Girl

Last night Daniel said something to me that made me fall in love with him all over again.  We were at the beautiful wedding of our friends Nicole and John, we'd watched Nicole's dad walk her down the aisle, give one of the most heartfelt speeches, and tearfully dance with his newly married daughter, when with tears in his eyes, Daniel leaned into my ear and said, "alright, I'd be ok if we had a daughter."  of course Daniel being Daniel he had to add, "but we still have to have a boy."  I chuckled and stated more than asked, "you want this moment don't you?" all he could do was nod.  Whether he'd like to admit it or not I know he wants a "daddy's little girl," and hopefully one day I'll be able to give that to him.

Nagging Wife or Motivational Speaker?

So here I am at three o'clock in the morning because a recent discussion with my husband got me thinking.... Yesterday I received a Lowes Creative Ideas catalog in the mail where I found a project for a mirror framed in wood and thought, "wow, what a great idea to make our full length mirror into a decorative piece."  Of course I showed this to Daniel thinking it would be a great project for him to tinker with and get to use his newly organized garage and tools.  This is when he made the comment that got me thinking.... "it would't be hard, just keep reminding me and eventually I'll get around to it"

And here's where the insomnia comes in... why must I remind?  Do I need to nag in order to get things done around the house?  When was the last time I had to be reminded to do something?  Is this common in every household?  And last but definitely not least, How do I motivate without being or feeling like a nag?

The more I thought about these questions the more I wondered if this is a generational thing, did our grandparents or even great grandparents have these same issues?  I know I didn't live the era but when I think about the greatest generation, the silent generation and maybe even early baby boomers I can't help but picture hard working men with a silent but strong love for their family.  I picture men who worked hard five days a week and then spent their nights and weekends working around the house and spending time with their families.  Is this a delusion?  Have books, television and movies romanticized the family dynamics of this time period?  Or have modern technologies made us lazier?

For now I guess I'll just have to wonder if I'll ever have answers to my questions or a decretive mirror for my wall.

Morganism

Some might wonder how I came up with my blog name, well, here's the story. Whenever I'm asked about my religion, faith, or beliefs, I go into the same spiel:

I believe and practice Morganism, which I will try to sum up by saying, I don't practice one faith (or any faith for that matter) instead I listen and take in a little of every religion or spiritual belief, then use my logic, reasoning, and womanly instinct to piece together my own beliefs.

I won't go into specifics, since there are so many, but I'm happy to answer any questions you might have.

The best part in my opinion was when several weeks after explaining Morganism to a friend, they promptly called me after being asked about their own religious beliefs, to which they replied, "I believe in Morganism." I cracked up and said, "awesome, defeats the whole purpose, but hey, I have my first cult follower!"

So when thinking about starting a blog filled with my thoughts, beliefs, and anecdotes I couldn't think of a better name!

Nervous Relief

So, it's day one of my blog and I'm feeling a bit nervous.  I've contemplated writing a blog for a while now but for some reason kept talking myself down from the idea.  I guess I felt like I needed something important to say, a specialized topic or a B.A. in english before I should start exploring the blogging world.  But then I realized what I have to say is important, to me.  All this time I'd been holding myself back because I thought I wasn't good enough to write a blog that people would read or find interesting, I was scared of being judged by someone reading words off a computer screen.... how silly is that!

So, here I go! With approval from my husband, as long as I don't embarrass him by telling stories about him... HA fat chance of that not happening....

I don't know what my blogs will entail or how often I will write, but I'm proud and relieved that I'm finally taking a step forward and putting my fingers to work!