Teaching, loving, and living life one precious moment at a time!

As the dust settles and we all go back to leading our "normal" lives, I reminisce... I think about the first day we met, the laughs, the tears, the screams, the joys, the sorrows, and all the other emotions that we have shared in our 5 years together at PHS. I laugh at the thought of almost starting a fire in Señorita's room when I thought I could clean the projector with cleaning fluid without turning it off or letting it cool down! I cry at the thought of how many tears I have cried and wiped for many of you due to the pain of loss, fear, hurt and just plain frustration. I giggle at the thought of the many adventures we've been on in, around and outside of the walls of PHS. From christmas caroling to ordering Chinese!!! I can still see your nervous faces that first night we met and I smile at the thought of how nervous I was meeting you all for the first time as I was new to PHS as well! You looked so little and innocent! You reached out your nervous hands to sha...

It's been a long time coming. Ever since I can remember I was always called "fat". From my mother to my family and friends. Be it a term of endearment or because I was truly overweight, those words always hit hard. I remember in elementary school kids would say the meanest things. Things I refuse to repeat as they are not needed to remind me how mean people can be. The funny part is that I wasn't as "fat" as people made me feel. I went through high school covering up and wearing baggy clothes because I was, in my eyes, "fat". 276 lbs!  Once in college, due to many different situations, I lost some weight and kind of grew into my own body and style. I felt comfortable in my own skin and I think it had to do with being away from those who had labeled me "fat" before. I dated and was feeling normal for once in my life.  I met the man I would marry, and continued on with life. I ended up pregnant with my daughter and gained a little b...