Courtney

Motherhood is not for {you}

If you like to collect accomplishments, love checking off a neat to-do list, and live for words of affirmation motherhood may not be for you. There is no end of the year evaluation. There is no boss critiquing you and then praising you for all the things you do well. There are no goals waiting to be demolished. There is no clock- in time and sadly, no clock-out time. There are very few breaks, if any. There is no paid vacation time. HR does not exist and you are left to handle any problems you might have with your coworker (aka your child) to yourself. There is no continuing education that needs to be completed. No conferences or seminars. There are no sick days. There is no one to call when you need a “mental health day”. If you need and thrive on these things then motherhood may not be for you.

These are all things that I need. I am THAT personality. I collect accomplishments, demolish goals, I live for words of affirmation. I love challenges and I LOVE checking off a to do list. I love all of those things because they reinforce all of my strong suits. Motherhood forces me to confront all that I am not. It forces me to be humble and selfless. It forces me to have patience, to rearrange my plans or even cancel them. It forces me to give up my desires and needs and put someone else s above mine. It forces me to live in the moment and leave the rest to God. Motherhood is an endurance event which is an event that I have some experience in. However, this endurance event doesn’t have a finish line. Motherhood, in a sense, forces me to become a different person.

Life is interesting. Sometimes God places you in situations that you never saw coming. I went to school for six years. I loved school and then I had a job for two years, that most of the time, I adored. It was challenging, it was rewarding, it was something that I was good at. Exhausted or not, at the end of the day, I felt accomplished. This mommy thing…leaves me exhausted and often times, most times, without a sense of accomplishment. It leaves me unsure of myself. I am not positive that anything I do is the “right” thing to do. It sometimes leaves me jealous. At times, I am jealous of working moms, jealous of single girls, and jealous of couples without children. Most days I am jealous of my husband. He gets to go to work and have his own thing, is own life, then he comes home and gets to be daddy. He doesn’t worry about his little man being in a stranger’s arms because his wife is the one taking care of his little man. Men have it SO good.

He makes his “own” money. He has his “own” accomplishments. When people run into him they automatically ask him about work. When people run into me…there is that awkward silence because…I do nothing. I sit at home all day, watching TV, taking bubble baths, doing my hair and makeup, going tanning, laying by the pool, and spending hours at the gym. Occasionally, I might change a diaper here or there. At least that’s what I imagine they think I do all day. When we…or I should say he pays for dinner the other person automatically says thank you to him. That bothers me SO much. Because, we might not be able to pay for their dinner if we were paying for daycare. I am so jealous of him. But then…he is probably jealous of me. He is probably jealous that I get to stay home with my little every day. He is jealous that we have such a unique bond. He is jealous that I don’t have to worry about all of the stresses a job brings. And…make no mistake, I know how unbelievably blessed I am to be in a position where I can stay home with my little man.

I know, you are thinking, why not just go back to work? A legitimate question. I feel like this is a calling. A calling on my life. I am home with him because it is where I am supposed to be. It has to be a calling, I have been doing it for nine months. If it wasn’t my calling I would already be back at work. I am called to be his mother. I am called to be my husband’s wife. I am called to serve. I have peace with that. Even when I sometimes really wish I had a different calling.

I have said all of that to say this. If you have the calling to be a stay at home mom, know that others recognize your sacrifice. I know how you never get a moment to yourself. I know that you were a woman with hopes, dreams, and life plans before you had a child. I know that you have much more to offer the world than just being someone’s mom or someone’s wife. I know that you contribute just as much to your household as your husband does. I know that most of the time you get no recognition. I also know that the reason your child is meeting every milestone is because YOU played, taught, and nurtured your child. I know the reason your baby knows baby sign language, can say “mama” and “dada”, can drink out of a sippy cup, knows how to read, can count to 10, can throw a ball, is nice to others, and always says his prayers before bed…is because of YOU. I also know the reason your husband can be so successful at his job is because of you. I know you are the one picking out his wardrobe, having a healthy dinner for him every night…OK most nights. I know that you are the one challenging him to reach his goals and to set new ones, the one who makes his lunch, and makes sure he has shampoo and deodorant. You are the one washing his clothes and then covering him in prayer daily. I know that you are his biggest cheerleader.

When you are having one of “those” days, when you are becoming jealous of others, remember that motherhood is not for you. It is for your child. It’s not about you, it’s about your child. You are doing this for them and because of them. With or without recognition, know that your tears, time, and prayers are making a difference in your little’s world. And know…that there is no one else in this world that has the calling to be your little’s mom. That is a job that no one can fill.

*Working moms…I know that you do all of these things and go to work. I know that is so challenging. Please know that I admire and am sometimes envious of you. This blog applies to you as well. You are inspiring. You are a superwoman.

– Court

{I’m a fan}

Last night we started our new study in life-group called “Not a Fan”. The premise of the study is: are you a fan or a follower? First, you have to define a fan and a follower to determine which category you fall into. Webster defines a follower as: “one that follows the opinions and teachings of another”. Another definition from Webster is: “one that imitates another”. The definition of a “fan” as Webster defines is “an enthusiastic devotee usually as a spectator. It is also defined as an “ardent admirer or enthusiast.”

This was such an eye-opening hit to the ego. If I am being honest, completely totally honest, I am a fan. I don’t follow every teaching of Jesus. I follow his teachings when they fit into my day, life, or situation. I follow him when it’s easy for me. As for the second definition…I definitely don’t imitate Jesus. Is being a “fan” enough to get me to Heaven? Maybe… but then there’s also a chance that Revelation 3:16 may just apply to me. It says: “So, because you are lukewarm neither hot nor cold, I am about to spit you out of my mouth.” That is nothing short of terrifying. I could live my entire life going to church, applying the Bible to some parts of my life, praying when I need something, before meals, at church, and at night and still God could say to me at the end of my life “Depart from me I never knew you”. Matthew 7:21-23

So, what does it mean to be a follower. I think a follower, a true follower, is someone who earnestly follows Jesus and his teachings at all times. Not just when they feel like it. The bottom line is that if I want to follow Jesus, if I want to honestly know him, I have to die to myself and this world…daily. I have to take up my cross and follow him Matthew 16:24. He commands us to love him with all of our heart, our mind, our strength, and our soul. He also commands us to love our neighbor as our self. He commands us to do that. Nowhere does it say: “when you are feeling good and things are going your way love me with all of your heart, mind, soul and strength. It doesn’t say: “love your neighbor as yourself when they are treating you well”. Oh, I wish it said those things. Because then…I would be categorized as a “follower”.

I was listening to the amazing T.D. Jakes this morning. He was preaching on love and God’s commandment of love. He commands us to love. Bishop Jakes illustrated that God wouldn’t command us to do something if we didn’t have the ability. He wouldn’t command us to transform into an animal, for example, because we don’t have that ability. But, since he did command us to love him and our neighbor, we must possess that ability. Which means that our excuses for not doing that don’t hold up. That’s some more bad news.

Not only should we do these things, we must to do these things, if we truly want to be a follower of Jesus. Those are some difficult commands.

To me, all of this means that I have to search God’s word and learn all that I can about Jesus. I have to understand his teachings and let them make an imprint on my heart. It means, that I have to learn to control my mind. It means that I have to fight my flesh daily. I have to bite my tongue, give up on winning every argument, I have to stop being lazy and complacent, I have to turn the other cheek, I have to love God more than I love myself and fight all of my earthly desires. I have to die to myself daily.

It’s a tall order for sure. But I am certain that it is more than worth it. So this is day one on my quest to become a true follower of Jesus.

– Court

{Long run gone wrong}

Friday was supposed to be my long run. 14 miles is what I had planned to do. 14 miles was so much easier before a baby. I started by making a trip to Starbucks to get a venti chai latte to really get me going.

After the chai, I was physically and mentally ready to complete fourteen miles on a treadmill. Yes, a treadmill. I absolutely hate running long runs on a treadmill. I don’t think I am mentally tough enough for it. I brought tons of toys upstairs to my room and sat my little man in front of them. I turned on the TV and said a silent prayer that he would be happy to play alone (what was I thinking?!).

It wasn’t long before I had to stop (2.5 miles in) to drag him out of the bathroom. He had crawled in there and was climbing on my scale. Then I jumped back on the treadmill and made it to 5 miles before having to jump off the treadmill and try to get him interested in a toy. I jumped back on and made it to 7 before he had a complete meltdown. Then I gave up. This was Friday. I had grand plans of running yesterday but I ended up watching movies with my boys in my pj’s before church.

Today, I had to work the booth at church for our 5k that we are having on March 29th! So excited for that! Now, I am back home in my sweats contemplating trying that 14 miles again…or just chilling until the Superbowl. I totally don’t care at all about the Superbowl but I feel like it would be UN-American of me to do my long run during the Superbowl.

Our gym has a daycare…but when I picked him up the last time he was laying on the floor chewing on a toy the size of a Barbie doll shoe. I can’t get that image out of my mind. He has also been wrapped in their community blanket multiple times. I’m really not “that mom” that freaks out about every germ. But a community blanket grosses me out. And…I’m not sure if they ever change his diaper. I have heard that some gyms don’t? I guess that’s something I should have asked about. I just assumed that they did.

I could have taken him in the BOB for a run outside but it’s fourteen degrees and the roads are covered with sleet and ice. I am so not THAT dedicated. Friday was a bust. Saturday was a bust. I am sure today will be a bust. I’m signing up for the marathon. I’m doing it one way or another. It may take me 6 hours. But I will finish it! I will! Even if I have to crawl…

{ Little man’s room}

I am most proud of this room. I can’t go in this room now without thinking of the many many hours we spent in there together decorating and dreaming about our little guy. My hubby worked so hard on the bead-board and I really adore it!

I found this light switch cover at Hobby Lobby.

I actually this closet idea on pinterest. My hubs took the picture and replicated it! The totes at the top of the closet are from Target.

We wanted a Mizzou/sports theme. But I didn’t want it to be overwhelming. I know when hes 2 he will probably prefer Spiderman or something of the sort. So I wanted it to be simple where we could easily change the theme.

These lockers were my absolute most favorite find! This, along with all of his furniture (minus the crib) were bought at First Fridays. If you love antiques and live in the KC area you need attend! 20+ antique stores open up the first weekend of the month. Fabulous finds at discounted prices

One of the bats was found at an auction. The other one is my husband’s and has his name on it from childhood. The mason jar has pacifiers in it

My favorite part of the room. The chair is HEAVEN!! Found at Target! The pillows and bedding was made by my fabulous cousin. I made the sign to the right of the window (thank God for stencils!).

{When time stopped}

The far left shadow box is from our wedding. The big clock is the time of our wedding.
The small clock is the time of little man’s birth. The right shadow box is all of his hospital stuff.

* I can’t take credit for this idea. I found it on pinterest. This is just my version of it

My favorite things {Running Edition}

If you are going to spend your time running, you need to have the best gear. Below are my musts, my favorites, my can’t live with-outs!!

Running Shoes. This is the MOST important aspect of running. You absolutely have to have the best shoes. Best does not mean most expensive. I think these were $70? These are Nike Air Pegasus. They are super lightweight, have stability, great cushioning, and they are super cute! These are the old version. I have newer shoes and I still wear these on long runs. They are SO comfortable.

Obviously, this is not part of your “gear”. However, this is my happy place. They have ALL things running. And they are super nice and super helpful. You may not have a “Gary Gribbles” but I highly recommend checking out the “running stores” in your area. Places like this are the place to buy your shoes. At Gary’s (and most running stores) they fit your shoes for you. Then, you can go outside and run in them to see how they feel. You can also take them home and run in them (inside), if you aren’t happy with them you can return them for a different pair. I cannot stress how important it is to find the perfect shoes. Without them, you run the risk of injury and a future of miserable runs.

This is almost as important (to me) as the shoes. This watch is FABULOUS! It tells you the time, distance, and pace. It has a “virtual partner” mode where you can enter in a goal pace and it will show you how far ahead or behind you are during a run. You can also save and upload all of your runs to connect.garmin.com

These are DryMax socks. I actually received these in a goody bag from a race. I love these because they have extra cushioning. They keep your feet the perfect temperature and very dry. Any moisture wicking socks should do the same trick. I just happen to love this particular brand.

Spandex shorts ARE A MUST. You don’t have to wear them alone. Put them under your normal gym shorts or under your sweatpants. Why are they so important? Chafing. That is why. Your inner thighs will be rubbed raw without them. They are also moisture wicking which helps keep you comfortable.

If you are blessed with large ta-ta’s this is the bra for you! Well…it is for me. It is the most supportive sports bra I have found. This is super important if you plan to run for any length of time. There are some things that just need to stay in place. Another tip…wear TWO bras

If you are a momma and you often take your kiddo with you on runs this is the BEST stroller. It is super easy to push and maneuver.This is hands down the best baby gift I received. It is the BOB SE Revolution Stroller. I LOVE it. It is so easy to collapse and the suspension on it is ridiculous! My little man started running with me early on. You can also purchase a bar that locks in to put your car seat on. My little man slept through every run!

– Court

{26.2?}

This past year instead of running, my endurance event was childbirth. My only race of 2013 was my favorite Bass Pro. I love that course because its home to me. I love all of the sights and all of the sounds. I love running into people I grew up with. I love it because it is flat! This year I obviously didn’t do anywhere close to winning my age group. I finished with a time of 1:55:54. Not the worst but definitely not the best. My goal was 1:50. But not too bad after just having a baby…right? Anyway, fast forward to now. It’s a new year and I have a new goal 26.2.

I actually don’t want to run a marathon. I really have no desire to run 26 miles. The most I have ran is 20 and that wasn’t fun for me. I have to. HAVE TO. The biggest reason is to prove to myself that I can run 26.2 miles. Which is precisely why I ran my first half-marathon…to prove that I could. Another reason, is that my dad ran one. My 60 some year old father ran a marathon. The one thing I can’t get over is the flashbacks I keep having of my last half. When the 13.1ers split from the 26.2ers and I silently sent praise to Jesus that I wasn’t one of those poor 26.2ers. I always praise Jesus for being a 13.1er on every single race, when we get the the point where the course splits in two different directions. In April, I will be one of those poor souls.

I googled “why 26.2 is better then 13.1″ I found nothing. So, I will share with you the sad little list I came up with in an attempt to motive myself.. (if you are looking to me to motivate you to run 26.2 miles you should probably find a different blog)

1. You get a MARATHON shirt. Shirts are a big deal…they are a wearable trophy.

2. You will probably feel like a rock-star…and maybe death. Probably death.

3. Longer/Better runner’s high?….maybe?

4. More calories burnt = More food you can eat!

5. Carb loading….enough said.

6. Marathon medal.

7. To be able to mark it off my bucket list….and to be able to prove that I could do it.

* I should really seek counseling for always having to prove things to myself. It would probably be a lot less painful. Wish me luck…send me prayers…and hopefully this will be the last thing (physically) I need to prove to myself. And….if you have ran a marathon I would gladly accept additions to my list.

– Court

{My Story}

Many have asked me how to begin running. This is what I did and what worked for me {my story}.

{background} I’m from a “running family” my dad has always ran. His brothers and father all died of heart attacks at young ages. He decided he would work as hard as he could to not have the same tragic conclusion. My little sis ran competitively in HS and was a stud (going to state all four years). and I…well I ran in middle school. I liked it but I felt my time was better spent…not running. So that was the beginning and ending to my school running career.

{fast forward to 2010} I began running because I had a lot of free time on my hands. I had just graduated with my bachelor’s in December and I was waiting to begin my master’s degree in the fall. I was only working part-time at a detox center. I also knew that I would probably lose weight if I started running {which like all girls, was constantly on my mind}. I signed up in January for the Garmin half-marathon (13.1 miles) that would take place that following April.

{the first steps are the hardest…}
I started by getting a membership to the Y. I knew that I would not run outside in the winter, there was no point in kidding myself, I just wouldn’t. I started out running 2 miles a day for a couple of weeks (that was all that i could do). On Saturday, I ran 2.5 miles. Once I got used to running 2.5 miles I increased my mileage during the week to 3 miles and… then four miles. All the while I would increase my Saturday mileage. I made Saturday my long-run day, and the Saturday run was always longer than the mileage I would run during the week. On Sunday I didn’t run, it was my rest day. Eventually, I got up to 6 miles a day and that was my constant. Once I got to 6 miles I stopped increasing my weekly mileage and just focused on increasing my weekend mileage. I worked all the way up to 13.1 miles a couple of weeks before the race.

You can find training plans on the internet. My favorites can be found at the bottom of this post. Some of the plans you have to purchase, and others are free. I always used the free ones. You can also download apps on your phone. A favorite app for many starting out is Couch to 5k ( 3.1 miles). Many half-marathon training programs have you only run 9-10 miles before the race. I didn’t like that, I wanted to be completely prepared. I ran 13.1 miles a couple of times before the actual race so that I knew I could do it. If you can run 9-10 miles, you can probably run 13.1. At what pace should you start running? I just ran at a pace that was comfortable for me. You don’t want to start out too fast because you will not only tire out quickly, but you run the risk of injuring yourself.

That is, in a nutshell, how I started running.

favorite plans:

Hal Higdon half-marathon novice 1 training plan

Couch to 5k App

Marathon by Jeff Galloway
I bought this book. I really liked it because it gives you timed goals training plans. It explains all things running!

Happy running

– Court

{I’ve come to worship}

I’m gonna lift my hands
til I can reach heaven
I’m gonna shout your name
til the walls come falling down
Ive come to worship
Ive come to worship

That song spoke to me this weekend. We serve this BIG God. The God who created everything. The only thing we need to do to be in his presence is to worship.

Since I started going to a new church (7 years ago) I stopped worshiping like I used to. I used to LOVE Praise & Worship. I loved just being in His presence. I loved that I didn’t have to pray about anything, or ask for anything, or really do anything, but praise him. I loved just feeling Him all around me. It really is the greatest feeling in all the world. Then, when we moved to a bigger…a much bigger church, full of new people, new songs, and unfamiliar territory, I stopped. I became a spectator to praise and worship. I sang the songs and watched others worship. I would close my eyes sometimes but that was as far as I was willing to go. I was more concerned with what everyone else was thinking of me, than I was about what God was thinking of me. The one person I was most concerned about was my husband. Why I was so concerned with what he thought I have no clue. He has told me time and again how beautiful it is to him to see me worshiping. I think that it was hard for me because he and I worship differently. He doesn’t raise his hands and I do (did). So, I started trying to worship like him, but instead of worshiping like him, I wasn’t worshiping at all. Not worshiping is dangerous. It is dangerous because when we stop worshiping we start starving our soul.

I have recently started to dive into the word. This has been a constant struggle for me. While I have gotten so much closer to God in that way, and in my prayer life, I have neglected worshiping him. He laid that on my heart last Wednesday. While it is necessary to read the word, and to pray, it is also a necessity to worship. Reading the word feeds your mind, while praying and worshiping feed your soul. I was neglecting the soul part.

On Wednesday night, I stopped caring. I stopped caring what the person behind me was thinking, or what the person in front of me was thinking, I even stopped caring what the man beside me was thinking. All I was concerned about was what God was thinking of me. Truth be told, I doubt that any of those people were even thinking of me. I once heard Dr. Phil say: “you would stop worrying about what people think of you if you realized how little they actually do”. Wait! People don’t think about me?! No, no they don’t. That stings a bit doesn’t it? ha! So, those people at church weren’t looking at me thinking about me raising my hands? Nope! They were worshiping God. They weren’t worried about what I was doing. So all of that time (seven years) I was neglecting praising my Savior for nothing.

I dove in. I worshiped with all that I had. And it was one of the very greatest nights I have had in so long. I really love the verse “I’m gonna lift my hands til I can reach Heaven, I’m gonna shout your name till the walls come falling down”. We reach Heaven with our praise. When we praise God, all of that stuff that builds day after day between us and God, disappears. Then, it’s just us. Nothing else. What peace.

So if you are like me, and you worry a lot about what others think. Stop! Because they probably aren’t thinking about you. And…even if they are, who cares? Worry more about what God thinks. He’s the only one that really knows you. And…His opinion is really the only one that matters. So, “Sing your song like you are unashamed, sing for joy at the mention of his name”.

– Court

{Straight from my heart}

This one has been a long time coming. This blog has been torn straight from my heart…straight from my soul. I love to write and I write about semi-personal things. However, I have had this story on my heart since the day I started this blog. Now, now is the time.

As many of you may know our family has been through some rocky times. When I was in eighth grade my mom started getting sick. She and my dad visited the Mayo Clinic multiple times to figure out what was wrong with no luck. After numerous hospital visits, tests, possible diagnoses, and doctors she was diagnosed with something called NASH (non-alcoholic steato hepatitis). Which basically meant her liver was failing and for no apparent reason. She had none of the characteristics that a person typically diagnosed with this has. She had to stop teaching and was basically confined to our house and bed my whole high school career.

She suffered. We suffered. It was the single hardest thing I have ever faced. There were many times I questioned why my mom? Why us? What did we do? We had always went to church. We had always believed and trusted in God. So…why was this happening? My parents did a pretty good job of keeping my little sister and I sheltered from the worst of it. But sometimes, we peeked through the cracks and we saw the worst. In those times of weakness, sadness, worry, doubt, and death, HE was there.

He was there every time I saw my dad open his Bible to read. He was there in my Aunt’s unwavering faith. He was there when my mom and aunt habitually took the Lord’s supper. He was there in the form of a man that would end up being my husband. He was there in my grandmother’s prayers and my sisters’ tears. He was there in my mom’s strength. He was there when bills were paid. He was there in each meal or card we received. I remember finding verses on healing in the Bible and posting them all over our house. On the doors, in my mom’s room and her bathroom…everywhere. I would declare and pray the verses aloud every time I saw them. He was very much there.

She spent many many nights in the hospital. She was on a list to receive a transplant. She was called once around Christmas. However, she was too sick to undergo the transplant. We kept praying and believing…even when it looked impossible.

This picture is from Hoop Queen the January before she received her transplant. She had just had a liver biopsy (if I remember correctly) and was sent home with a pain patch. JUST so she could watch my sister and I walk for Hoop Queen. She was in so much pain. She was so strong.

If my mom ever reads this I will be in SO much trouble for sharing this picture. She hates it. So do I. It tears at my heart each time I see it. Our storm…her storm looked impossible that night. I was afraid I was losing my mom and I was afraid I was losing her quickly.Fast forward to May and we got THE CALL. The one that meant she would be saved. This hell was over. We packed up and left in the middle of the night to drive to St. Louis. I still remember stopping at the gas station with Trey, Shelley, and Ciara. I remember being so excited, nervous, scared, and thankful. I remember the song that played over the speakers outside the gas station “everything is going to be alright…rock a bye”. I felt like that was God calming my fears. We all thought it was our happily ever after.Fast forward a few hours. My mom has been prepped for surgery and is waiting to go in. We get a call. Its a NO GO. The liver from the donor is BAD. I cannot remember a time I have been more angry at God. I was so heartbroken. I remember thinking “really? Is this a joke to you? Do you think this is funny?” So back we went to the “normal” we knew. I remember her…she was so strong. She was so positive and HER faith was astonishing. Mine, mine was diminishing by the second.

Three months later we receive another call…at night (because for some reason these things don’t happen during the day). It was my dad’s birthday. I called my boyfriend (my hubs now) he was in Detroit interning at General Motors. He told me he would be on the first flight he could catch. I remember walking downstairs cautiously excited. My dad was in the living room getting things organized. I remember asking him “how do you know this is going to work? it will probably be bad again!” His reply, I will remember all my life…”Let’s pray”. Right there, in the middle of our living room, my little sister and I joined hands with my parents as my dad led us in the most powerful prayer I have ever heard. A few hours later…well a lot of hours later, my mom had a new liver.

The day my mom came home with her new liver. HIS grace is sufficient.

I told you all of that to tell you this. No matter what your storm is, God is BIGGER. I have been struggling with some things. I have been struggling with personal, little, everyday things. I haven’t been able to shake them,no matter what I do. Tonight at church we sang Cornerstone. The part that spoke to me is this:Christ alone; cornerstone
Weak made strong; in the Savior’s love
Through the storm, He is Lord
Lord of allAnd then he spoke to my heart. He asked me why I trusted him with my mom but I couldn’t trust him with my own personal struggles. Why do I keep picking up those struggles up seconds after laying them at his feet? Then I thought about the lyrics…Through the storm HE IS LORD.

He is the God who made the Universe. He is the God who hung the stars. He is the God who knew us before we were born. So, why can’t I trust this awesome God with something so small? Because, instead of letting go and letting God, I tried to control the problem. You see, with my mom, I had no control. I HAD to give it to him. With big things in my life I have no control. But with little things I think I have control. In my own arrogance I decide to help God.

God doesn’t need our help. Whatever you are going through…know that our God’s grace is sufficient. If he can hang stars and form the mountains and heal my mom, he can take care of whatever you are facing. Let go, and Let God.

My sweet Jesus healed my mom. I am SO thankful he did. Because without his perfect blood, I wouldn’t have these moments.

– Court

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