Bratz

Several years ago my friend Brandi and I were on a trip with the YW and we stopped to use the restroom. While in there, a mom and her young daughter came up to us. The mom began to tell us that her daughter thought we looked like brats. My first thought, that's rude. But then I learned that "Bratz" were apparently popular dolls at the time.... do you recall ever seeing these?

But maybe that girl never really thought I looked like one, maybe she knew the true me...a brat! That's right, I'm admitting to it, I'm a brat! Since I have been so excited to move into a house, it has been the only thing on my mind as of late. All I want to do is decorate, decorate, decorate. Ryan came home yesterday and I told him all about my fabulous design ideas. He got a very sick look on his face and kindly told me that we don't have the money for all of that. I was crushed. Of course I know we don't have the money for all of that, but a girl can imagine right? This conversation then led to me complaining that we will never have enough $ for frivolous couches and picture frames and that no matter how hard we both work we just seem to be barely treading above water. This morning my husband sent me a sweet text saying how much he loves me and that he was sorry for not being more excited with me about my ideas. He then ended it with saying how much he wants to buy me everything I want. When did I become this kind of person? A wife that sounds so ungrateful for the things she has and for her hard-working husband who goes to school, work, serves in the church, and plays with his baby after a very long day. I think we all need these kind of moments to humble ourselves. Who cares if 1/2 the rooms in the house will be furniture-less or our walls will be bare. What matters most is who's inside those walls with you, and I will have my 2 best friends. Looks like you pretty white couch may only exist in my dreams, and that's ok.