Only miss the sun when it starts to snow- Passenger

"Let Her Go"

Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go

Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you'll make a dream last
But dreams come slow and they go so fast

You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you'll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies

But you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go

Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast

Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
'Cause you loved her too much
And you dived too deep

Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go

And you let her go (oh, oh, ooh, oh no)
And you let her go (oh, oh, ooh, oh no)
Will you let her go?

'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go

'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go

And you let her go 

I have been thinking a lot about goodbyes lately. There are so many times in our life when we say goodbye. Goodbye is not always said to a person, sometimes we say it to things, phases of life, and even ourselves. We say goodbye to middle school, high school, and college. We say goodbye to our childhood friends as we start new adventures. We try our best to stay in touch, but most of the time it is goodbye. We say goodbye to our single selves when we say "I do" to another. We say goodbye to houses, neighborhoods, and towns. We say goodbye to carefree life when we say hello to raising children. Each goodbye is followed by a new hello if we allow it. Goodbyes are not always easy. Sometimes we say goodbye against our will. Sometimes we have to say goodbye, but try our hardest not to. Sometimes goodbye means for now, and sometimes it can be temporary. My favorite author, Paulo Coelho, said, "If we are brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello." Goodbyes are hard and can be sad, but they are inevitable. It is a part of life we must accept. No goodbye is easy, but each hello is a new adventure.

Sometimes we say goodbye, because we think it is the end and something better is around the corner. Then later we realize that that goodbye may have not been necessary, and the grass was greener where we started. Everyone knows the saying, "You don't know what you've got until it is gone." Well, whoever first said that must have lost something very special, and they didn't realize it until it was too late. This may not always be a person, sometime it is a job, a home, a town. Too often in life we are hasty to say goodbye. We think goodbye is the only choice we have. We are too blind to see the other options. Be careful to think your goodbye through before you say it. Once you realize that the goodbye was not meant to be said, it may be too late to change it.

Goodbyes are a part of life. They are hard to say and need to be thought through before they are said. I have said goodbye many times in my life. Not all were easy, but everyone had a hello waiting. 

Waiting on my next hello,

Stella

We are stitched together- Blake Shelton

"God Gave Me You"

I've been a walking heartache
I've made a mess of me
The person that I've been lately
Ain't who I wanna be

But you stay here right beside me
And watch as the storm blows through
And I need you

Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you
Gave me you

There's more here than what we're seeing
A divine conspiracy
That you, an angel lovely
Could somehow fall for me
You'll always be love's great martyr
And I'll be the flattered fool
And I need you
Yeah!

God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you

On my own I'm only
Half of what I could be
I can't do without you
We are stitched together
And what love has tethered
I pray we never undo

Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you, gave me you
He gave me you 

A few days after Wes left Trent and I heard this song for the first time on the radio. Both of our eyes filled with tears. Trent looked at me and said, "this is our song, God gave us each other." I swear that boy knows how to melt my heart. 

This post is about being a stepparent. I have learned so much from being a stepmom, and I have gained so much respect for all the "non-blood" parents out there. It is not an easy job by any means. Growing up I had a stepmother and stepfather. At times I may have resented them, not because I didn't like them, but because I was still upset about my parents divorce. Little did I know that the two people added to my family were so special and amazing. I gave them a run for their money. I was the oldest of my 3 siblings, and I was the angry teenager. I wasn't always the best stepdaughter. Now as an adult, and a stepparent myself I know how hard the job can be. I now understand just how amazing they are. The both taught me how to be a good stepparent. Now, as an adult, I do not just consider them my stepparents, I consider them my parents and my friends. My stepmother is a strong woman who takes very good care of my family. She loves us unconditionally, and I consider her a saint for putting up with my dad's and mine sense of humor. My stepfather is as cool as a cucumber. He is the strong silent type. He never pushes or demands, and I always know that no matter what he will always be there for me and Trent. I may have not realized it as a child, but I now understand how great these 2 people are. They are heaven sent. It takes a special person to raise and love a child like their own. 

I guess I appreciate them more now that I am a stepparent myself. It is unbelievable the love you can feel for a child that you are not blood related to. I love my kid like he is my own. I feel the love of a mother. Yes, I missed out on his early years, but I have been with him for over half his life now. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for my son. He is the best part of me. He may call me "Stella" and not "mom", but that doesn't matter to me. I know that we share a bond that can never be broken. He is my reason for pushing on after Wes left. As Blake Shelton says, "God gave me you for the ups and downs, God gave me you for the days of doubt." Whenever I start to feel lost, and I begin to question this path I am on, I stop to remember, it's for Trent. I wish I could describe the love I have for him, but that would be an impossible task. I could try to explain, but I would type for days. I guess I could say it's the love of a parent, but it is so much more than that. After everything we have been through, the battles we have fought, and the mountains we have climbed, Trent is what keeps me from losing all faith. My faith has been shaken, but has never gone away completely, because I have him. 

If you have a stepparent let them know how much they mean to you. They may not know it, and you may not even realize it. Stepparents are people who CHOOSE to be your parent. They CHOOSE you. It is a great feeling once you realize how special it is to be chosen. 

I just wanted to say thank you to my stepparents. Lynette and Bill, thank you so much for CHOOSING to be my parents. Thank you for never giving up on me no matter how hard I fought. Thank you for loving me unconditionally. 

Stella

My role models...

I'm glad I didn't know- Garth Brooks

"The Dance"

Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared 'neath the stars above
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye

And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance

Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know I might have changed it all

And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance

Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain but I'd have had to miss the dance 

I often think about how my life would have turned out if things would have been different. What would have happened if I knew I would lose Wes? Would I choose not to be with him to save myself the pain? The answer is always no. I wouldn't change a thing. I would have missed out on so much just to protect myself. The future is scary, mostly because I am not sure what it will hold. I have found myself being very careful at what I allow in my life. I have already lost so much and I am afraid to lose again. Is this anyway for me to live? If I lived like this all along I would have missed out on so much. I would have missed out on love, extended family, and being a mother. So it there really any reason for me to live my life so carefully to avoid pain? No. If I live life this way I will never experience the joys of life again. It is scary, but life means so much more. 

It is hard sometimes to keep on living. To keep moving forward. Sometimes I get so tired, I feel like I am taking care of everyone, but I no longer have someone to help me or take care of me. Yes, I have parents and friends who are here for me, but it is different having a partner in life. I miss having a teammate, someone I can lean on. It's just me now. I am the mom and the dad, the man and the woman of the house. My mind is always on what I need to accomplish and what needs to be taken care of. Too often I leave myself off of that list. I forget about me. It is not until I get run down, and at the end of my rope that I remember I need to take care of me too, but then something always comes up. Someone needs something of me, wants my time, or needs my help. The problem is I don't mind putting others before myself. It's my nature. I have always been this way and I don't really see myself changing. When someone needs help, they don't even have to ask, I just do it. You would think it would be easy for me to reach out for help, nope. I am as stubborn as they come. And truthfully, I can really take care of myself, my house, and my responsibilities. It's just nice having someone there. I miss that. I miss having a companion. 

It has been 29 months since Wes left. I know it is time I pick up my pieces and move forward. I still feel so torn. I know he would want me to be happy, but moving on means letting go. Letting go is scary. I recently started reading a book about a widow in her 30's learning how to move on. I really related to her in the first few chapters. The book took a strange turn after that, but in the beginning she was struggling with being scared to let herself feel again, she was scared of being hurt. One part of the book that really spoke to me was, "You can't stop taking risks just because you lost someone already. It's no way to live, in fear of living in case of pain" (Banks, 2014).

So, am I going to miss out on the pain, or am I going to learn to dance again? Stay Tuned!

Stella

            My reason to dance again!