Camera Dump

 my new favorite pic!

 coolest helmet ever.

 they were sooooo proud!

 visiting daddy at work. and no. it wasn't Halloween.

 silly Easter hat for preschool.

 sweet Hannah.

 Ms. Michelle's Silly Easter Hat.

 Egg Hunt at school.

 comparing loot.

 Easter Hat Parade.

 Sharing a bed at Grammie's. She was so excited.

 Hoppy Easter!

 I find the strangest things lying around the house.

 My kids play the weirdest games.

Chillin' in the carseat reading to Sadie. 

Quote from Lillian

"You're a pretty lady. Daddy always thinks that"-Lillian

:)

Lesson #7: Mush Warning

Ryan loves me. Crystal. Crystal Casey.

I'm hard on myself. I make mistakes and carry them with me. I even nicknamed myself "the messerupper". I felt I could do nothing right. The anxiety, fear, of failing was too much. How could Ryan love that? He's not a messerupper. He seems to get more things "right" than I do. It was overwhelming for me.

That's when God stepped in with Lesson #7.

I'm not a messerupper. I'm human. I make mistakes. I trip. I can't keep my car clean to save my life. I forget things. Lose things. Stuff mail in weird places. Burn bread.

I'm Crystal Casey. Wife. Mom. Daughter. Friend. And most importantly, a child of God who was created just as God saw fit.

He planned for me to marry Ryan Casey and become the mother of Hannah and Lillian Casey as a part of His plan.

I can't be perfect. It's hard for me not to give up or to just not try if I can't be perfect at something, but I'm not Jesus. I can't be perfect. No one can. My husband know that and I think I might know that too:)

Ryan loves me. Crystal. Crystal Casey.

Almost Wordless Wednesday

I just received word over the last 24 hours of the death of a friend's mother and the death of a friend's child. My heart is heavy.

But full...

added April 19: Lillian just walked in and saw this. She asked "why am I on your Facebook???"

How does she know Facebook???? LOL!!!!

Wordless Wednesday

Lesson #6

I'm nice.

I was talking to this old man at Costco today and I thought, "Gee, I'm so nice". I've thought that in the past when I was "nice" and the thought always crossed my mind, "am I really? or am I fake nice?"

Being at home, I'm not always the "nicest" to Ryan or the girls, especially when my anxiety is rearing it's ugly head. I had no idea who I was. It was hard to see good in myself during these times.

Over the past few months of "self-discovery", I've realized something.

I AM a nice person.

:)

I have good qualities. One's the Lord gave me for a reason. I now strive to embrace and use those good qualities to show others His love.

I'm nice. Reeeaaaal nice Clark.

Thought I would share...

"Let me think about the people who I care about the most. And how when they fail, or disappoint me, I still love them, and I still give them chances, and I still see the best in them. Let me extend that generosity to myself." - zefrank