Zero to ten...hmmm. I remember being crazy and loving my spot at the center of attention...not much has changed there:) I remember preschool...my favorite teacher Ms. Joe and my red headed best friend Anna who liked to eat her scabs...a discovery I made during a sleepover. Had I known prior, I may have picked a different best friend...but probably not:) I remember kindergarten...I remember talking while Mrs. Luken was talking (a common occurrence), and getting sent to stand in a corner behind where she was teaching. Bad move on her part. As she was turned toward the class, I made a face behind her that looked a little something like a big antlered moose with a crazy tongue, and my 5 year old peers were highly entertained. My crime was discovered and I was promptly removed to the hallway where Mrs. Blaydes (a feared 1st grade teacher) was obliged to witness my one and only school spanking. Yep...I got a woopin in KINDERGARTEN. Unbelievable:) Or maybe a little believable.
In 2nd grade, I remember falling down at recess. It was a nasty fall, I was wearing a dress with tights and I skinned my cute little knee. Once we were back in class, I asked to go to the bathroom where I sat on the little kid size potty and tried to peel the tights off my knee where the dried blood had super glued them:( Poor little me. You must note that this was back in the day when we had little one toilet bathrooms in our classes. During my minor surgical procedure, the alarm (tornado season) sounded and my entire 2nd grade class calmly, strategically, entered into their "safe zone". The class bathroom. No, I hadn't locked the door. And this series of events lead to the most embarrassing moment of my life...to date. Can you believe they stayed in there? They all saw me, teacher included, sitting there on the porcelain and they stayed! Cramped, circled around the potty princess, every one of them giggling little 7 year old giggles. And it was a drill! There was NO tornado coming. My self respect and dignity was lost at age 7. And that was that. The teacher scolded me while I sat exposed to my classmates. She said I was taking too long and shouldn't have been in there. Then I believe she giggled as well. I could go on and on with childhood stories, but I'll spare you.
Aside from that nightmare, my kindergarten rebellion, and the shocking discovery that my best friend was part cannibal...my 1st decade was a breeze. I was living life in the fast lane. I played outside just about every day and enjoyed the wildlife that came with country living. I loved frogs...obsessed over them. Held them, kissed them, carried them everywhere, and played with them like most girls play with dolls. I was a playful, rotten, busy, dirty, funny, weird kid. My mom kept my hair in a chili bowl cut...I think mainly because I liked to chew on it and keeping it nice wasn't on my list of priorities. Thanks mom:)
Twenty to thirty...WHAT a transformation. My twenties began with significant importance placed on the size of the rock on my left hand. Twenty brought me the end of a college career and a forever union with the love of my life. Twenty-nine brought me a forever family of 5 and the peace that comes with knowing I now have four loves of my life and they're mine...God gave them to me. In between twenty and thirty, God showed me where my real treasure lies. He ignited a passion within my soul that's hard to describe and through it, He created something beautiful. There were definitely mountains and valleys throughout this past decade...He had to break me to remake me. And that story has been told. But it all lead me to here...30. I love where I find myself and I can't wait to see where God takes me from here. One thing I know for sure...the next decade is going to fly by. I feel like I blinked at twenty and woke up thirty. And now that the kiddos are getting big, and school is right around the corner, I know life only gets crazier, busier, and the days go faster. We shall see:) For now, I want to relish in these days and live the life out of them. Our home overflows with laughter and love (literally) and I want for nothing. Thirty, flirty, and fabulous baby!
In His amazing love,
Crazy Mama Crook
