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New Lungs in Texas

Today may have started out rough but it sure ended up being a great one. I forgot my work laptop at the office last night so I had to drive 45 minutes round trip to pick it up. Shortly after my husband left for work, I noticed his ID badge was sitting on the counter so he had to come back and get it. Hot messes! So on to the good stuff…

Two weeks ago, a fellow CF Wife whose husband is #1 on the transplant list waiting for a new pair of lungs, had a dry run. A dry run is essentially a heart breaker. You spend so long in declining health and pain praying every day and night for a second chance at a better life. Naturally, when you get ‘the call’ it literally changes everything. Unfortunately that call for Darren ended with a poor pair of lungs. But late last night there was another call, one that had positive news. They rushed to the Baylor University Medical Center and this time the lungs were pink and healthy, meaning time for transplant!

The surgery itself can take anywhere from 6 – 12 hours and we are still waiting on news. I’m sure Dana is just sitting with her husband, making sure she’s as informed by the doctors and praying. I can’t wait to hear about his recovery and I just kindly ask that you lift up your prayers for my fellow CF Wife and her brave, fighting husband. He spent 49 years with a nasty pair of lungs so he truly deserves this fresh new pair for 49 more years! :0)

I leave you with a picture that came across Facebook and is so poignant that is should speak for itself. Please sign up to make a difference today and be sure to spread the word. There is no reason to be afraid of being an organ donor. Be informed!

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There’s power in prayer… praying for Darren to finally breathe easy!

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Brace Yourself

May was Cystic Fibrosis Awareness Month and a fellow CF Wife came across this fantastic page on Facebook. A lovely military wife makes inspiring, heart warming and bracelets to honor loved ones. She also makes watches, lanyards, camera straps and pet items with virtually any saying, color combinations and variety of charms too. We were inspired by a purple bracelet with a mini dog tag saying “I love someone with Cystic Fibrosis”.

I know purple is the key color for CF, however I’m more of a black and green person so I opted for something different. Megan came up with the saying “Cystic Fibrosis may have his cells but I have his heart” with the purple awareness ribbon. Then for an everyday bracelet, I wanted something in a green paracord because I saw a 4 leaf clover that looks just like my tattoo. Michael is truly my lucky charm so it worked out really well, plus she was able to put our anniversary on the other side. I’m actually typing this with it on my right wrist and it brings a smile to my face.

A big thank you to Megan for helping us raise awareness in the month of May and forever more to the CF Wives. Awareness is truly a cure for ignorance so this is a great avenue. Now to think of what to get next… I think my auntie needs a bracelet to honor my uncle’s passing from ALS! Please visit Megan’s site and see for yourself. https://www.facebook.com/UnderConstructionSurvivalBracelets

 

Breathe easy my friends!

Many the Milestones

I apologize for my absence the past 2 months, however it’s with great pleasure that I can look back at all the milestones that have happened. Where do I begin? Surely, we can start off with a quick update on me and then get into the good stuff. I’m officially down 32 pounds and have remained such for the past month. I’ve got a few pounds left till I’m more satisfied but I’m amazed at how I feel… so accomplished! Now to the good stuff!

Baby Mania
 Let me start by telling you February was a good month! I know countless people who are due this November, be it family, friends and a few CF wives too. I will admit it stung a little bit at first- the people who would vent to me about their frustrations in trying to start a family were soon pregnant, however amazingly enough I learned to take it more as a good luck charm. My sister-in-law is due with her 2nd on the 7th, dear friends from my college years are due with their first the following day and my best friend, whom I have been given the great honor of being Godmother to “puffin” as she so aptly named baby, is due the 15th. I don’t know the specifics of due dates on my fellow CF wives but oh I am so happy for them. One is even pregnant with twins… oh la la!

These recent developments have actually calmed my need to begin a mom ASAP. Something clicked after all the appointments and investigation – we need to enjoy our life and soak it up while we have the chance. It’s refreshing and I don’t feel guilty buying new music, movies or books now!

Work/Career
My job has definitely been keeping me busy, as I continue to learn the client services side of marketing, and the demanding schedule of hockey playoffs (courtesy of sponsoring Madison Square Garden). I’ve been fortunate enough to be able to also help my sister-in-law on the side to set up her new at-home-salon. We are so proud of her for making this step and the progress looks amazing, with her marketing materials to match! In respect to my amazing husband, he has flourished in his role, managing three demanding desks (categories) in the world of retail. He came home yesterday to announce that he had been requested by the Group VP to move over to a new, larger desk – candy. This move will not only allow him to learn the grocery side of the business, but take on more responsibility and increased exposure. I know he’s ready, willing and able to rock this new desk… but I’ll surely be staying clear of all the free candy!

Creative Outlook
In addition to creating business materials for my sister-in-law, I’ve branched out to help others with my design work. I revamped my high school logo to be featured on banners throughout the new addition and all elements going forward. It’s nice to leave a legacy! Also, I really have gone crazy in tapping into my crafty side. My Cricut machine has remanded dormant since I got it for Christmas some years ago. I recently became enthralled with the opportunities and expanded my cartridges, accessories and supplies to start putting it to good use. I created vinyl wall sayings for my in-laws, door numbers for my sister-in-law, and HEMI outdoor vinyl quality for my dad to place on his truck. Men!

One of my coworkers, Lauren, who is more like a little sister, got married on May 19th. After discussions of her wedding planning and how everything was wrapping up, she admitted they did not have any toasting glasses. I was going to change that! Her wedding colors were blue and green so thankfully I had green vinyl on hand and searched for nice champagne flutes. I had seen a project when logging into my Circut Craft Room about putting vinyl to make your own champagne toasting glasses and I was excited. I think they turned out great and I know how touched she was to have them. Here they are!

For Mr. & Mrs. Simon


CF Events

On a cold, rainy Thursday in April, I had the great pleasure of attending the first annual CF Milwaukee’s Finest event. We honored 8 young professionals who dedicated the prior 6 weeks to learning more about Cystic Fibrosis and raise funds to help support finding a cure. One of those honorees is actually our great friend and fraternity brother, Rick. He actually worked with the CF Directors to start the event and beyond being proud of him, his support and involvement with the CF Foundation truly touches our heart. Above celebrating the accomplishments of the 8 honorees, I had been honored to have been asked to speak for the attendees and give them insight from a CF Wife. My words came easier thanks to my preparation and it felt so nice sharing our story and my perspective, one that not many put into consideration. I got a very sweet note from the CF Director who organized the event and it said that a CF mom came up to her to thank her for offering the new perspective. I was touched and besides, now I’m more than just a sidekick to my famous husband!

In other news, I ask that you please keep my fellow CF Wives and their husbands in your prayers. I was able to connect with another wife last week and invited her to our Facebook group, and unfortunately 3 short days later her husband passed away. I know having gotten in touch with her and introducing her to the immeasurable support of the fellow wives is a gift from God, but it hurts my heart to have her go through this so soon. There are also wives who are patiently waiting for pink, healthy lungs to give their husband’s a second chance at life and finally to breathe easy. This week a few also moved up the list and were also just recently listed. CF is a crazy disease. It’s so different from husband to husband but the one thing I’ve learned is to keep an open mind and open heart.

I beg of you to spread awareness and sign up to be an organ donor. You don’t take your organs with you to heaven and we NEED them down here.

Until next time, breathe easy my friends!

Reflections of a Busy Year

I can only imagine how many people are sitting pre-cocktail in their NYE garb reflecting on the experiences that they encountered and perhaps endured throughout 2011. On the other hand, I believe a majority already have consumed a few totties to say peace out 2011! It’s been an interesting year full of challenges for many, including job, economic, health and happiness, but I am happy to look back with a positive view and forward with an inspiring and optimistic outlook.

Halfway through 2011, a big career opportunity moved us to another state and it was quite a change. Since my last post weeks ago (my apologies), I’m blessed to say that my wait for a new job may have been long, but was definitely worth it. I’ve been immersed in a new dynamic culture and working on a great team, under two wonderfully friendly, inspiring and welcoming women, something I never thought would be possible. It’s a different role that I’m used to and I’m still getting acclimated to the processes, procedures and nomenclature but I know 2012 will bring renewed confidence and significant experience in my portfolio.

I’m so thankful to be relaxing with my husband next to me, laying on the couch recovering from a cyst removal surgery he had on the 20th. The experience made me nervous and the sub-par treatment and lack of competency from the hospital staff has exhausted me to the point of no return. I need to pen a letter to the hospital administration to not only help future patients with Cystic Fibrosis and Diabetes, but express our displeasure with how things were handled. Add that to my to-do list!

In the meantime, I have been playing the role of the best wife in the world, tending to his every need and helping take care of his large wound area. Thank God for home health care because his wound was far larger than we both anticipated and I couldn’t stomach it the first day. With the additional care provided by Lu’s, he is healing rather nicely and ready to get back into the world!

Another wish for a healthy new year is extended to my amazing mom, who really needs to have additional surgery on her shoulder in hopes of regaining normal function in terms of rotation and strength. I pray that she soon can be free from the constraints of pain, seeing as it’s stemmed from her back, neck, shoulder, arthritis, fibromyalgia, TMJ, migraines and a new condition that starts with a D too! No wonder I was attracted to my husband, considering a plethora of conditions were a normal part of my childhood!

Today we just sent an appointment request to the fertility clinic we’ve been referred to by quite a few people. I’m very excited to start looking into starting our family, or I should say expanding beyond our furry babies! I know there will be a lot of appointments, tests, waiting and costs associated with the process but we are both very excited at the prospect of raising a little one, or two or three! :0)

I leave you with one last wish for the new year. May you enjoy a healthy, happy and prosperous new year, while doing what you can to help others. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my wonderful husband, it’s the need for extending your hand to those who need it. Please sign up to be an organ donor to know you can help save lives.

An Offer Too Good To Refuse!

I can happily say that I’ve been offered a job and joyfully accepted it immediately… it’s about time, right?! To top it off, it’s the one that I really felt was the right fit for me both personally and professionally. I start after Thanksgiving so it’s definitely something to be thankful for. I’m ready to jump back in and be creatively driven to develop captivating and enticing in-store promotions for drug stores. Plus, I’ve got over 5 years experience from the corporate marketing side and can’t wait to try my hand at the agency side. It will truly be an exciting learning and growth opportunity, not to mention the ability to work from home three days a week. SCORE!

Amidst all the chaotic interviews and preparation, I’ve spent quite a bit of time preparing for my husband’s upcoming surgery. Due to having CF and diabetes there’s a lot of documentation, consultations, pre-op procedures and dealing with appropriate referrals and work approval. I won’t go into specific details on his procedure but I will preface it in saying it’s been quite a pain in the butt! haha

Until next time… breathe easy!

Insurance of What?

Insurance: the act, system, or business of insuring property, life, one’s person, etc., against loss or harm arising in specified contingencies, as fire, accident, death, disablement, or the like, in consideration of a payment proportionate to the risk involved.

Now after that dull mumbo jumbo let’s get down to business. When you get a full-time job you qualify for insurance and hopefully a great policy from  a company that cares about their employees. When we moved to another state we anticipated premiums to be increased due to the cost of living. After initial research we found out that the state (one of 15) mandates assistance with infertility treatments. Yay, right? Well, I guess it only matters if the company follows the law. After further review of the company’s explanation of benefits, it appears that absolutely no coverage exists. I’m not sure where the loop hole presented itself for such a large company, but they established insurance out of New York. I posed the question, after of course stressing myself out, to the other CF Wives and received an interesting reply: write an appeal to the insurance company. That sounds like quite a feat to overcome but definitely is a consideration.

Interestingly enough, his company has an excellent adoption program. I did question why they wouldn’t at least first try to help you have your own child. Growing up, dreams of having kids is not like shopping for an outfit to an upcoming wedding, let alone sitting in a room and having a turkey baster used to prep you like a fantastic Thanksgiving Dinner. I can’t even begin to explain how uncomfortable it is hearing people, especially my older brother, tell you “at least it’s fun trying!” Of course, just as anything in life, you can’t expect everything to go cookie cutter like the movies. I didn’t expect to fall in love with my best friend, who happens to have a chronic illness, that prohibited the normal development of a lot of things, including the reproductive area. No need to glamorize things here people, it’s just life.

Before my husband, I was very private and secluded with my life’s details. CF is a very public condition so I had no choice but to accept it for what it is and embrace the facts of life. There’s nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of, and I truthfully wouldn’t change  it for anything. As other CF Wives would agree, it has shaped our husbands into the men they are today. You have two options when it comes to being born with CF or any other chronic illness – spend each day pitying yourself and wasting your life by not truly living it, or accept the cards you have been dealt with and make the most out of each day. Our men should favor the latter and I’ve truly learned from my husband to thank God for the blessings we receive because every day we have together is a gift.

As I question the whole insurance issue regarding fertility, it really comes down to the fact that pre-existing conditions often make it hard to get decent overall coverage. Life insurance? Pfft! Do people plan for 401k? It’s expensive living with an illness, let alone one that is not so common so drugs, treatments and enzymes that are necessary to survive. I know from experience that heavy medication regiments usually come with side effects down the road and in a lot of CF’ers, diabetes is inevitable. No, my husband didn’t get it because he really liked Skittles, it’s from prolonged steroid use. Smokers might have to pay more for their premiums but they are at least eligible even with the laundry list of conditions that are eminent due to their lack of responsibility.

It’s terribly hard to be angry at others, but when conditions are self-induced and they still receive coverage it’s very hard. It’s just like any other hardship that comes with CF and life itself. When you hear of child abuse cases, parents smothering their babies or intentionally hurting their unborn children it’s not only heart-wretching but makes me physically disgusted. Obviously these children deserve the chance to be loved and I’m still not sure why our system makes it so difficult to adopt kids in America. I know this emotional reaction is all too strong in the CF Wives community too because even overseas, couples have been rejected due to CF.

As I look to the future, I know I must remain positive and believe everything will work out. I have three jobs in queue and I know I will start my new career very soon, hopefully one with the insurance we deserve that will enable us to start a family. I know there’s a slight hesitation because the future is unknown, but if there’s one thing I do know, we will be terrific parents. I want nothing more than to give that gift to my amazing husband, because he has so much love to share. I also can’t help but giggle to imagine him being different with our kids than he is with our nieces. He didn’t hold his niece until she was a couple of months old because I made him! He was too nervous to hurt or damage her. I love him! :0)

Good Moves

I’m confident that our move to Illinois was a wise one, even though I may still be waiting for the right job opportunity to come my way. I know this, by the look in my husband’s eyes, the smile on his face and the eagerness in his words when he comes from work and mentions his day. It’s refreshing to see him in action, making deals, negotiating for the better of the company, and most of all feeling the sweet sense of contribution. Plus he’s cute when he’s in business mode. It’s like he’s a different person- firm, assertive, composed and in-charge.

Last Tuesday I had my callback interview at the PR firm I previously interviewed for and unfortunately did not get the job. Two weeks ago the office manager called and asked me to come in and meet with a Sr. VP of the firm who happened to be out of town when I was interviewing. It’s probably a blessing considering I met with 3 people and took a test, which turned into a 3.5 hour process. At least I was refreshed!

Since then I’ve had two phone interviews for another position and I’m left waiting for more feedback. One position requires a marketing plan to be developed and presented to a few team members and I should be doing that sometime next week. I got an inquiry about another opening and talked with the recruiter today about the position, which is similar to the roles I had at my previous job. It’s got to lead me somewhere!

I’ve got to have faith that October is truly my month since we are in the Libra sign. The previous months are the ones that fellow Libras are usually in a funk, or so TheLibraDaily twitter account tells me. For what it’s worth, it helps explain me to a T and I’m guessing most other scaled individuals.

I finish this post on my phone as we head up north for the event of the fall, Brew Madness. We are blessed to have a great group this year – our family and close friends. I know it’s a wonderful and fun event filled with food and a multitude of beer from around the world, but I doubt people know how it truly affects me. I’ve been helping with the CF Foundation for quite a few years now because it’s always been close to my heart. This year is special because we are coming back to celebrate all the good the foundation is able to do for my husband and other families affected by CF. There’s no better way to celebrate life than with our amazing friends and family, especially when they recognize their contribution is making a difference. I know deep down my husband agrees and says an additional thank you to God for having all these loving people in our life. I also can’t help but think of his sister, Carrie, who lost her battle 19 years ago in April. I do know she’s up in heaven looking after her lil brother and sidekick and probably laughing at how I stepped in to take care of him just like his mom.

It’s been awhile since I last wrote due to our anniversary, amazing performance of the Brewers and Packers, job searching and preparation, arrival of our favorite shows and the fact that I finally got a new computer! Trying to acclimate myself to the workings of a Mac is quite an interesting adventure. I will install my necessary design and office software so I will be back in business in no time.

Until then, I wish for a successful playoff for our beloved Brewers and continued success for our Packers. Our home is filled with intense emotions surrounding sports thanks to my uber competitive husband so wins and loses severely dictate mood! At least we can watch baseball and football on the same day for our favorite teams, which doesn’t happen too often… 29 years to be exact! :0)

In Sync

Do you ever stop and find yourself walking step by step in beat with a loved one or even a stranger on the street? As a kid ‘in love’ did you mimic the walking pattern to prove to yourself that you were a perfect match with them, even if just for fun? It’s not often that you may find yourself in genuine synchronization with another human being, outside of the military of course, but even transcending the mere aforementioned stride.

My husband and I joke that we are almost always on the same page. His texts often ask a question or sends a thought that crossed his mind in his busy work day and a good chunk of the time I had been wondering or thinking the same thing. Just last week he said we missed the boat on having chili to commemorate the beginning of the football season and I honestly checked the cabinets earlier to see if we had beans. Smaller and insignificant things most of the time, but it’s enchanting to know I have truly connected with someone, outside of my mom. We’ve been best friends for my entire life, find laughter in the weirdest things and I can usual finish her sentences by reading her mind. Just as in starting my posts in lowercase due to preference, I knew she would object based on our perfectionistic work habits. Now she can be happy with my proper writing style, because on review of previous posts, it is rather difficult to follow based solely on punctuation. As I digress, this particular bond took years to perfect, whereas oddly enough it came much quicker with my husband.

There is one thing that I’m almost positive we will not be in sync for quite some time or even a lifetime. It’s not a visible attribute or a subject we disagree on, but the breaths we take. As I lay in bed next to my love, I cannot help but wrap my arms around him as he drifts into a rapid slumber. Just as in the younger days of emulating strides, I would find myself listening to the strong beat of a heart and how it coincided with my own inhalation pattern. A steady and deep inhale in a two count is followed but a short and quick exhale, preparing for a strong intake of more oxygen. At times this pattern can be interrupted by a swift and suffocating matter of mucus as it prepares to exit the lungs. Since he falls asleep almost mirroring a narcoleptic, it’s hard to tell if his slumber fits ever fully wakes him up.

However, due to the fact that I’m a terribly light sleeper it almost inevitably interrupts my dreaming state. I think since my brain is always running it doesn’t help the cause, as I sit here weaving my words in the dark to avoid the post idea from escaping into the night. Obviously I can’t account for my exact breathing pattern beyond recognition of when I’m completely relaxed (perhaps before falling asleep) or controlled as in yoga routines, but I would assume the majority of people have deeper breaths in and exhales too.

I would assume this pattern is invariably different for all CF patients considering the degrees of pulmonary function. I can’t help but wonder how oxygen machines affect the pattern as well, and inevitably a new set of lungs, if fortunate enough for a chance to finally breathe easy. If you are wondering how hard CF lungs work, imagine yourself continuously engaged in reasonable exercise, such as a medium-fast paced walk on the treadmill. It’s not bad enough to gasp for air as you may experience with a P90x workout, but it’s still taxing enough.

I suggest taking a short break out of your busy routine and concentrate on your breathing pattern. Realize it’s not just about how hard your lungs are working, but also how taxing it has to be on your heart as it tries to keep up with your entire body’s oxygen need. Maybe that’s just another indication as to why people with CF have such big hearts. :0)

Breathe easy and sweet dreams!

Misophonia

Who doesn’t love a daily dose of vocab? (rhetorically speaking, of course) From my years enrolled in honors english, we explored extensive and obscure vocabulary that was rarely used outside of the literary world. Of course my classmates and I were challenged in incorporating these gems in everyday conversation, and it was quite entertaining. Nerd alert? I pride myself in my photographic memory and to this day use a few words that I learned in the early 2000’s. As I digress, let’s get to today’s lesson.

Misophonia: dislike of sound
pronounced mis-ō-fō′nē-ă

A thank you must be sent to @KellyRipa for enlightening me on a perfect definition for my life, or perhaps I should be angry for exposing such a neurosis of mine. Let’s not kid ourselves… thanks Kelly! Now I have a legit response when people make a ridiculous amount of noise and I’m terribly irritated to the visible eye.

On further investigation of misophonia, there appears to be specific sounds that trigger symptoms including eating, breathing, and coughing among others. There’s even a UK-based website to help others in their diagnosis and a ribbon similar to every type of cancer. A little bloody overkill mates, don’t you think? Okay I lightly joke because certainly it’s debilitating to a degree, but it shouldn’t control your life to the point of ruining relationships. If that does unfortunately happen, it’s apparent that you just need to learn how to train others to alleviate the triggers. Possible in a perfect world. :0) Let’s put this into perspective considering there’s a definition for virtually every fear and neuroses in this world.

I can only picture the big guy upstairs laughing at me for bringing my husband and I together. It’s only fitting that he’s quite possibly the loudest and noisiest person I’ve met and still my true love. Who knew that I would fall in love with a man who has a chronic genetic deficiency that causes mucus buildup in his lungs and ultimately incessant coughing spells throughout the day and night, as well as a consistent sigh-like huff. I’m not sure if you’ve ever been sitting in a room and you hear a light cough, which then compels you to clear your throat. But it happens to me and even after years of being with Michael, it still brings a tickle to the back of my throat. Who knows, maybe it’s a bonding method so he knows he’s not the only one.

When we sat in our fraternity meetings he often coughed and at times I’d want to interrupt and ask if he needed water. Yes that’s my natural reaction and I’d like to believe a normal one at that. I think I notice his little sigh cough more than anyone, whereas when he has a big attack everyone is alarmed. My dad still pauses with a very serious demeanor and quietly asks if he’s okay. Sure is, just red as a tomato after thrashing around trying to catch his breath. It takes awhile to not panic every single time he gets a fit, especially considering I trigger him often because I’m hilarious (thank God at least he thinks I am!) I can’t forget the constant looks from people wondering if they are going to get sick from his coughing, especially in church. I’m truly thankful he didn’t have a spell when we got married!

Now I have to remind him to take deep breaths and catch up after a spell. One night in the spring he had an attack and felt woozy so he stood up, aka the worst thing to do when you don’t feel right. He panicked that he couldn’t see anything so trying to get him to calm down was quite a challenge. He insisted that I take him to the emergency room immediately and in knowing him, he often over exaggerates mimicking a typical hypochondriac. Since I was pretty sure he just needed to breathe and relax, I called the nurses hotline to try and ease his worry. Sure enough they concluded he was just on the verge of passing out. Phew! Crisis diverted.

Now back to the other noises, at least I am very lucky he does not snore. It’s truly remarkable to imagine someone with difficulty breathing being okay in his sleep. Sometimes it’s the little things that are so beautiful, especially considering I’m a light sleeper even with our sound machine set on summer rain. His table manners on the other hand needed to be greatly increased, yay me. Resorting to blaming the lung condition to indicate why he chews with his mouth open was simply not an acceptable excuse. I concluded it was because he has a healthy appetite and for lack of better terms, shovels food into his mouth as if it’s his last meal. With some acknowledgement and self awareness, or mostly me catching him making an extreme amount of noise while eating, he’s improved greatly. I just don’t understand how so many people still eat or even worse chew gum with their mouth open. A lost piece of manner training evidently. As a teen, I would ask my mom and dad why they were chewing their gum like a heifer on an open field chewing cud. It usually sparks a laugh to lighten the mood and make them aware it is loud, but I guess I can see how if you greatly suffer from misophonia your relationships can severely be strained during meals.

There are a plenty of close friends and family who make me cringe and cause me to lose my appetite, but don’t even get me started on holding conversations with a mouth filled with food. Yuck. I do realize while writing this I can come off quite pretentious and I’m by no means trained by the Queen, but by understanding there are others with the same intense dislike for sounds, it makes me feel better. Plus a little bit of humor never hurt anyone. I’m very nervous for starting a family because of all the ridiculously noisy and heinously annoying toys that run rampant in toy stores these days. I can only pray those close to me understand my neurosis and will refrain from purchasing said items unless previously approved.

At least I do have my music to fill the air and block a majority of these deafening sounds. Because my body also registers temperature higher than every single person I’ve met, having fans on me in the work place is a must. Last but certainly not least, we cannot forget my free daily therapy living in with my husband. As he continues to sigh-cough while I near the end of my post, I merely smile because he’s by my side (and not yelling at the Badger game on tv)!

Breathe easy… and quietly! ;0)

Green & Yellow

football is officially in season tonight at Lambeau Field! it’s the day that we wait for all year in this house and in this family. call it a rite of passage to love sports! the added bonus of being the Superbowl Champions is all the extra, deserving attention for the cheese heads. kid rock, lady antebellum and maroon 5 are putting on the pre-game show, one actually worth watching. I saw jordin sparks and can’t help but wonder if she’s singing the anthem.

my husband is an avid sports fan, whether it be football, baseball or basketball. it doesn’t matter if it’s professional, college, high school or the little tike level, it’s all about the love of the game. as a kid, he played little league and loved shooting hoops in his various jerseys, especially his idol Michael Jordan. it was his make-a-wish dream but his mom opted for a modest approach – relatively small TVs for both himself and his older sister. I wonder if he would have been able to ask to meet MJ, if it would have happened. at least i know he’s popular enough for Brett Favre to fly and meet him!

if there’s one thing I’ve learned so far in life is to be passionate in all that you love. passion can drive you to find hidden talent, true happiness and endless love. I see endless passion when I look into my husband’s sparkling ocean eyes and it reminds me to take each day and make the most of it. love as hard as you can, smile big and show your teeth, thank God for His blessings and take deep breaths of the rich air that encompasses you.

he fills me with passion, the sweetest man I’ve ever known, so full of love, laughter and hope… truly a man only dreamed of as a young girl on a sunny day with fluffy clouds passing above in ever changing shapes. he makes all the obnoxiously sweet cliches my reality and i am a better person because of his love.

he fills my mornings with a note filled with to-do’s and i love yous, texting me his usual good mornings. but he really made me smile when I read “love you more than anything even sports!” for the biggest, passionate fan I know, that’s a lot of love and I’m a lucky girl. GO PACK GO! let’s hope he enjoys chili for dinner, our football comfort food.

our niece kenadee was ready for some football this morning and it’s too precious not to share with you!

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breathe easy!