The Week of Twitching

My eye twitched for 5 days straight this past week.

Beginning Wednesday afternoon, my left eye started having twitching spasms. The twitching got so bad my middle school kids commented on it (darn those boogers – they catch everything, I swear). But why, you may ask? What led my eye to begin to twitch uncontrollably when it had never done this before? It wasn’t an overdose of caffeine or a weird issue with my contacts. I can narrow it down to one particular cause: stress.

You see, I knew being a senior in college was going to be stressful. I have a lot on my plate at the moment; between the looming cloud of student teaching and my hours of work, it can all become a bit overwhelming. However, those factors didn’t play into the twitching of last week. Instead, the twitching started when I felt my values being tossed away. The stress came from sitting in a classroom, listening to a professor lecture on assessment and numbers. It was being told that my future classroom wouldn’t be tough or rigorous enough. It was a by-product of already feeling the need to assign numbers to my students’ heads that I haven’t met yet, pricing them on whether they are “good” enough. It was watching an entire class be taught to measure students. It was, to put it bluntly, the unfair practices of education being brought to fruition for a group of 30+ future teachers.

There are parts of assessment that make sense to me. In order to know what our students need from us, we must be able to assess how they are doing in the class. But to say that we must assign a number value to each student seems to be a futile practice. No two kids will write the same way; does that make one student a “good” writer and the other an awful one?

We put a large amount of emphasis on a single moment in time and neglect to realize that our students are walking into our classroom every day from something else. One student could be coming from a stable home while another was up caring for her siblings all night because her parents were no where to be found. Playing the comparison game is an unfair way to judge our students’ performance. Penny Kittle’s thoughts mirror mine in her article “No Evidence of Achievement:”

Our days are numbered: as teachers, as human beings. Will we waste our time comparing one child to another – pretending that the myriad of life experiences each brings to their desk has no bearing on their performance that day? Will we continue labeling and numbering children to determine where they fall short, even when we know that encouragement and love will move them forward faster and more humanely than this beating with scores and labels and inappropriate expectations?

Being a teacher is a big job title to fill. Each day, kids will walk into my classroom and need something from me. It’s my job to give them what they need to be successful, because I quite literally have their life in my hands. Students give pieces of themselves as they write and speak; I think it’s time we get back to the foundation of Language Arts and build something our students can flourish in.

As I stress about the numbers and how to create an environment where kids don’t feel less than, I am reminded of the foundation we outlined for LA: we read, we write, we talk. If we do more of that and less trying to squeeze everyone into the same box, less kids would walk away feeling worthless.



It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? #imwayr 9/4/17


Happy Labor Day, all! I hope you spent your weekend doing whatever relaxes you most to celebrate.


As a college student, I think it’s expected of me to go home this weekend. My plans didn’t synch up with the schedule, though, and I ended up staying in Chadron over the weekend. To celebrate the much needed 3 day break, I spent a day in Rapid catching up with a student teacher friend placed up there and also watched a lot of Netflix (NCIS for the win!).

I also made sure to carve out some solid reading time this weekend. One thing I love about reading is the ability it has to relax me. I could be having the worst day of the week, but spending some time reading allows me to escape for just a brief period and regroup a bit. After the stressful week I had, this sounded like a great opportunity for me to really take some time for myself.

The toughest choice for me this week was deciding what to read. Between book recommendations from Dr. Ellington and numerous classmates, I had graphic novels coming out my ears! After narrowing down my choices, I settled down to read under the Christmas lights.


El Deafo was one of my choices for the week. Cece Bell wrote this book based on her own childhood experiences. When she lost hearing at the age of 4, Cece had a lot of life changes to adjust to. Suddenly, things that are challenging for some prove to be increasingly difficult for Cece. Between starting classes at a new school and trying to find friends who treat her the way she deserves to be treated, this graphic novel explores growing pains we all experienced while giving readers the added perspective of going through them under different circumstances. Cece struggles to accept the Phonic Ear device and sees it as a repellant of possible friends. However, with some help from Batman and true friends, Cece is able to realize her own superpowers.

El Deafo guides readers through the life of Cece in a way that is both heartbreaking and funny. Bell’s plea for acceptance and love is heard throughout and rings true to my educator heart. This book served as a window into he life of a person growing up deaf, which is something I have not experienced myself. Bell’s stories provided me with insight into what her life looked like while also telling readers that not all children with hearing issues will go through the same things. This humorous graphic novel should be on everyone’s must read list.

Little Robot by Ben Hatke was unlike anything I’ve ever read before. I can say that because the amount of words in this graphic novel is less than the amount in this blog post alone (this is not at all scientific, but it has to be close). What it lacks in words it makes up for in graphics and the storyline. When the little robot finds himself outside of the factory, he knows he is in trouble. The world is confusing (amen, little guy), but with some guidance from his new-found friend wielding tools, he just might make it. Can they escape from the evil yellow robot that is bound and determined to find them?


This story reminded me what it is like to have the heart of a child. Little robot’s friend is unflinchingly loyal, always promising to return and never giving up on the rescue efforts. This friend tries their best to create an environment they believe little robot wants to live in, even if that means creating other robots from scratch. The friend teaches little robot how to walk and helps fix his parts when he needs it. The friend is hurt when little robot seems as though he wants to leave and tries to remedy the situation by creating more robots so he is “not alone” (85). Children see differences as beauty instead of seeing them as something that needs to be corrected.

I’m a little sad to say that these two books are the only ones I read completely through this week. I have two other graphic novels in the works right now, and I’m looking forward to finishing them this upcoming week!


Happy reading, all!

It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? #imwayr 8/28/17


It’s the second Monday of the school year, and I am already beat. This past week has been nothing but go, go, go for me, and instead of entering this week refreshed, I am dragging myself forward at the speed of a turtle. I can already tell this week is going to require some serious caffeine and determination.

AND some serious bookage (is that even a word? If it isn’t, I think it should be.). You guys. I am ashamed to say it, but my reading life is looking a bit dismal at the moment. My days are filled with boiling classrooms, stiflingly hot rayon shirts (darn my habit of not actually reading the fabric before buying online), and middle schoolers. I need to get back into the habit of reading for fun instead of reading as a chore. Feel free to drop any and all reading suggestions below – I’m always up for a new adventure!


This week, I read This One Summer written by Mariko Tamaki and illustrated by Jillian Tamaki. This was my first taste of graphic novels, and I must say, I am impressed. Wow – who knew pictures could enhance a story line so much? The story showed depth and explored real questions teens have. Readers follow the lives of Alice and Windy, two city girls who spend their summers beachside in Awago. Awago Beach has always served as a refuge of sorts for Alice, but this summer is different. Between Dunc, the boy harboring a secret that could potentially change his life forever, and her parents’ fighting, Alice’s summer is nothing like the past. The most heartwarming part of this novel is Alice and Wendy’s friendship. Through thick and thin the girls have each other to lean on, which is refreshing. This graphic novel doesn’t shy away from tough subjects, including (but certainly not limited to) depression, miscarriage, teen pregnancy, gender stereotyping, and the ever-uncomfortable teen years. With beautiful illustrations and a solid plot line, this is a graphic novel I would recommend to anyone looking to crack into a new book.


I also finished up Huntley Fitzgerald’s YA novel What I Thought Was True this week. If you consider yourself to be a fan of happy endings and YA love, this is a book for you. Gwen Castle wants two things: to escape the life she was born into and to forget what happened with Cassidy Somers, the dreamboat transfer. As Gwen grapples with her version of the past and Cassidy’s constant presence as an out-of-place yard boy on the island, she struggles to define reality and escape what she believes to be the biggest mistake of her life. Can she let go and move on? Or will she be stuck in the past, refusing to acknowledge that a future is there for her to take? First love, summer, and swoon-worthy moments fill the pages of this novel. This is one of my favorite summer reads of 2017.




Jitters & Joy – Confessions of a Senior

You know the moment when all of your dreams and big plans are right at your fingertips? When the dream you have been chasing for years is suddenly so close you can see it? That’s where I am right now.

I’m not sure how, but I’ve made it. As of August 21st, I have officially embarked upon my Professional Year at Chadron State College. I have 15 weeks left of being the student sitting at a desk before I transition into being the (sorta) professional person at the front of the classroom. In 15 short weeks, I will have students whose learning and hearts are in my hands; if that doesn’t make a girl nervous, I’m not sure what will.

Even though I am anxious, I also am bursting with excitement. Seriously. The dream that I have been steadily moving towards is finally on the horizon. Reading and writing have always been passions of mine, and I am so excited to share those passions with my future students.

But how do I share these passions? What am I responsible for teaching? Knowing? Being a master of? After discussing these questions in class, I realize that I have a lot of growing to do in the next 15 weeks. I want to equip myself with as much knowledge as possible prior to jumping in the big, scary ocean that is teaching. This week, my Special Methods class worked together to create a list of visions and values we want to design our classroom experience from. I found this to be beneficial, so I’ve adopted some of these and added a few of my own into a list of visions and goals for my future classroom. I want to share on this blog in order to hold myself accountable; after all, if I’m asking my students to do extra work and actively put their best foot forward, I too should do that.

Ms. Garey’s learners will:

  • Show respect towards each other and themselves; they will understand that their thoughts matter and will respect the thoughts that don’t always align with theirs.
  • Experience personal transformation; reading and writing is unique in the fact that it can directly lead to personal reflection and transformation. I want to see that.
  • Feel free to use their new found knowledge for their own purposes – not mine.
  • Discover their personal likes and develop as both readers and writers.
  • Find and develop their voice.

At the end of the day, I want to provide a safe space for students to learn and grow. I want to learn from them. I want to be the most effective teacher possible and, if I truly want that, I need to spend the next 15 weeks digging into the research and techniques and strategies to see what works and what doesn’t.

First day of Kindergarten —–> First week of Senior Year at CSC

You guys. I am pumped. Knowing that I am this close to having my own classroom is both terrifying and exhilarating. Teaching is an important profession, and it is one I am proud to align myself with. I care about my future students and want to be the best teacher I can be for them. After all, I remember being the shy girl with bangs and a stuffed teddy bear, sitting quietly on the first day of school. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without the love and guidance from teachers over the years. It’s finally my turn; bring on senior year.

Here’s to a great Professional Year!


-Ms. Garey

To those that play with or against my brother.

I almost cried sitting in the bleachers at my old high school tonight.

The sound of old pop songs blaring through the speakers welcomed me back home along with lots of hugs and questions about school. I chatted politely with people as I impatiently waited to watch the JV boys game. I promised Kellan, my younger brother, I would make it to a basketball game over break, and it was finally happening.

His 2 minutes of fame finally rolled around, and I was again reminded of how much I love the sport of basketball and the area I grew up in. Kellan has always loved basketball, but I wasn’t ever sure I would be able to see Kellan play in an actual game. Kellan has Down syndrome, and with no Special Olympics nearby, I always assumed that his basketball career would end just as soon as it started. I never thought I’d see him wear a Medicine Valley jersey let alone play during a high school basketball game. I believed his basketball career would consist of time spent with my siblings and me in the high school gym. I can’t tell you how many hours he spent running up and down the court those weekends, but I can tell you that basketball was (and still is) his passion. Watching him on the court today brings me more joy than you can imagine.


That being said, I wanted to write this blog to really say thank you.

To Kellan’s teammates, thank you x100. Thank you for opening your arms and hearts to Kellan. Thank you for treating him with respect and accepting him. I have been out of school long enough that I don’t know all of you and you don’t all know me. That’s what makes this even more amazing- you’re loving Kellan even though you never knew my siblings and me. Kellan talks about practice and you boys more than you could ever imagine. The time he spends with you is his favorite part of the day. Thank you for being a support system. Thank you for letting him have time to shine. Thank you for always helping him when he needs it. He loves you so much; thanks for letting him truly be a part of a team.

To those that play against Kellan, simply saying ‘thank you’ will never be enough. You are absolutely amazing. As his big sister, nothing gives me more joy than to see him doing what he loves. I cannot put into words how much it means to me that you show him respect. You all play a huge role in helping his dream come true. Thank you for allowing him to shoot as many times as it takes to make a basket. Thank you for cheering just as loudly as the home crowd does when he makes a shot. Thank you for allowing him to occasionally foul and not getting upset by it. Thank you for accepting his hugs instead of high fives following the game. I have so much respect for all of you, and I want you to know that.

When I started this post, I mentioned the water works that threatened to break lose at the game tonight. As I sat in the stands, my eyes kept flickering back to the opposing team’s bench. You don’t normally see players cheering for their opposing team, but that’s exactly what was happening. Players from South Loup (the opposing team) were cheering louder and more animatedly for Kellan than some people that actually knew him; how incredible is that? These teenage boys who have never met Kellan were cheering him on and celebrating his success. Some even hugged him following the game. And this isn’t a one time thing; in fact, it happens nearly every time Kellan plays. The sportsmanship demonstrated by opposing teams is unbelievable. It’s something we can and should learn from.

I tear up every single time I see Kellan step on the court in a jersey. As he has continued to play, it’s become evident that basketball helps to bridge the gap between Kellan and others. It’s more than just a sport, and I am forever thankful that we live in an area full of teams that are supportive of Kellan and his desire to play.My only hope is that you boys understand how much of an impact you have on my brother. He is happiest when he’s playing basketball; thank you for allowing him to do so. My heart bursts hearing him excitedly talk about his games. You are all creating an environment of love and support that is helping Kellan grow. Win or lose, I hope you all walk off the court with a sense of satisfaction and happiness knowing how much your actions have meant. You all have my respect and love.


NaBloPoMo- An Adventure

Well, this is it. Today is November 30th, which signifies the end of 2016’s NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month). Where did the month go?

November seems to have almost passed by in a blur. I feel like just yesterday I was posting my first blog for the month, anticipating what would come from my time full of blogging. As the days went on, I became more enraptured in the process. Blogging became therapeutic for me, the perfect way to end each day. Thoughts came spilling out as I typed; it was freeing.

NaBloPoMo has been an absolute adventure. I know that sounds cliche, but it’s honestly how I feel. Some days came easily and words flowed out. However, that wasn’t always the case. On days when I had writer’s block, I had to push through. I knew that a post needed to be made every day, whether it was perfect or not. NaBloPoMo helped me push past some of my issues with perfection and the anxiety to always do everything correctly. I had to keep going and put something out every day, regardless of whether or not I thought it was my best work. For that, I am thankful.

My posts this month were varied and lively. One day I would write about my hatred for the white oppression that falls every winter (snow of course) and the next I would write about the word surrender and what it means to me. I wrote about the election and my feelings regarding it. I focused on what I was thankful for. Harry Potter and Hogwarts took center stage as well as my love for middle schoolers. I highlighted the best movie quotes ever and wrote a message to my mom, my number one fan. These posts highlighted some of my thoughts throughout the month; they were my saving grace on days when I needed an outlet for stress.

Looking back, I’m proud of my posts. I’m proud of pushing through blocks and posting every. single. day this month. I’m proud of my thoughts. I’m proud of sharing my opinions. I’m proud of sticking with it, even when it got hard. I’m proud.

NaBloPoMo started off as an assignment. I wanted an A and didn’t mind blogging, so I thought this was the best choice. However, it became so much more. This journey of learning will stick with me for a long time. Blogging is important, and I can’t wait to share it with my future students.

Thank you for allowing me to be open and honest in such a public setting. Thank you to those that took the time to read through my posts and provide feedback for me. I have loved this adventure and am forever grateful for the learning it provided.

2017-Vivacious Living

It’s hard to believe that it is already time to start thinking about life in 2017.

2016 seemed to rush by in a blur. It was stressful and overwhelming at times, but it still had it’s amazing points. Looking back, I’m happy with the life I lived over the past year. I worked at jobs I loved with people who were really great to me. I was able to attend school to further my career. My friendships grew, and I was able to spend lots of time with my family. All in all, it was a good year.

But, I want more.

Every year, I want to continue on the uphill slant. I want every year to be better than the one before it. I want relationships to grow stronger. I want to see my friends happier. I want to be healthy and doing things I love. I want to live my life in a way that I can look back on and smile when I get older.

I want to live vivaciously.

Vivacious living is what I’m striving for in 2017. Miriam Webster defines vivacious as “lively in temper, conduct, or spirit.” I’m normally a bit of a wallflower, but I strive to be lively; I’m tired of blending into the background.2017 is a year to better myself. I want to feel comfortable in my own skin. I want to be full of love and spirit that exudes out. I want to live a life that I am happy with. This year, I’m going to work on living my life purposefully.

How do I go about this? I’m working on eating better, exercising, and generally taking care of myself. I’m involved in some great Bible Studies with amazing friends. I’m trying to put myself out there and be involved in things that I have always wanted to. I want to live life to the fullest because that’s how it’s supposed to be lived. I don’t want to miss out on experiences that I deserve to have.

So I’ll spend 2017 stepping out of my box. I’m going to try new things and take care of myself. I’m going to shed my old skin (metaphorically) and grow a more confident demeanor. My word for the year is vivacious; I can’t wait to live life in full color.

Pura Vida & Costa Rica

My blog post is coming out late tonight, but I have a good reason for it.

To fully understand, I think I have to take you back to the beginning of this story. A couple of months ago, I found out about this awesome study abroad trip to London that my college was going on in May. Immediately I wanted in on it. London has always been my dream; I’ve wanted to see the sights and monuments for as long as I can remember. I’m an English major, so this seemed like a no-brainer for me. I’m steeped in Brit Lit, and felt a pull to experience the culture first hand instead of simply through a book or play. I was ecstatic. I vowed to make this trip work any way possible.

At the same time, my church announced that it would be taking a mission team down to Costa Rica in March. The team would work in hospitals, churches, and schools, doing whatever needed to be done to help the people while spreading God’s word. Though the trip sounded amazing, I knew I couldn’t possibly make both work, especially after paying for next semester and needing money to pay rent and live on. So, I pushed this to the back burner. It would happen some other time.

But you know that saying about God laughing at our plans? That’s exactly what happened to me.

I made my plans and decided that was it. I was making London happen no matter what. But, as it sometimes happens, things began to fall through around the same time that I began praying for a sign on which trip I needed to take. I had been feeling as if I was being pulled in two separate directions and felt like I wasn’t getting a straight answer from God. However, He was speaking to me through the whole ordeal and I didn’t even realize it.One afternoon, I stumbled across Isaiah 6:8, a verse I’ve had highlighted in my Bible for years, and the answer became clear: this trip took priority. Just as I came to understand that Costa Rica was my calling, I realized that I had missed the deadline; the trip wasn’t happening for me, and I was devastated.

However, God had the plan in motion still. As I sat in church that Sunday, Pastor Mike told the congregation that spots were still available. If we felt moved to turn in an application still, he encouraged us to do so. That afternoon, I immediately sat down and began to explain my path to this decision and why I felt compelled to join the group.

Just last week I got the text that I had been approved; I was officially on the team headed to Costa Rica.

Guys, I cannot explain the amount of joy my heart is still feeling. I can’t wait to serve God in the country of Costa Rica. I’ve never left the country or traveled that far; how awesome is it that I get to travel further than I ever have to spread the word of God?


I spent tonight brainstorming about fundraising ideas when I stumbled across the Pura Vida website. My roommate and I had discussed possibly doing that to help with costs, and it just felt right. Pura Vida is a company that sells bracelets produced in Costa Rica. Every single bracelet produced is made in Costa Rica by local artisans. To date, this company employs over 100 Costa Ricans on a full time basis. Many of the bracelets are also designed with charities in mind. From sea turtle foundations to Down syndrome and MS Awareness, there is something for everyone. Proceeds from every charity bracelet bought are given directly to the charity itself. Pura Vida has donated over $1 million dollars to charity since its founding 5 years ago.

Not For Sale (Charity)

So, that’s what I’ve spent my night doing: deciding on what bracelets to buy and sell to   anyone who wants to support Costa Rica and my trip (some are pictured to the left and some further below). I love the message this company stands upon, and the bracelets are super cute, too (if you’re interested, please let me know! I have those pictured above and an assortment of others coming in soon). I got so wrapped up into my decisions and calls that I lost track of my allotted blogging time. I’m ecstatic about this opportunity, and the fact that I can make a difference while fundraising is huge to me; after all, this trip isn’t about me at all. It’s about Him.

That being said, money certainly isn’t everything. If you could do anything for me, I would ask that you keep this mission and the others on my team in your prayers. Although March seems like a long time from now, I’m preparing my heart and mind to go on this trip to serve God. Any and all prayers are so appreciated.

Berry Cute
Teen Cancer America Solidarity Strings (Charity)








I am so excited to follow God’s path He has outlined for me. If you have any questions about my trip or would like to get ahold of me to chat, please feel free to do so. I’m ecstatic for this opportunity and would love to share my experience with you. 🙂

Childlike Eyes

Do you remember what the world looked like as a child?

I do. I remember thinking how big the world was compared to how small I was. I remember living life carefree, thinking about and doing nothing except what made me the happiest. One minute I was pretending to be a mother of 3 on the playground and the next I was in a swinging contest with my best friends. I loved meeting and interacting with new people. Differences between me and other people didn’t make things awkward or uncomfortable; instead, they didn’t matter. I was friends with the other person regardless.

Viewing the world through the lens of a child makes it a completely different place. It seems rosier and more picturesque; it looks like the perfect universe we all want it to be. Kids are born into this world without judgement or condemnation in them; these are traits that we, the older generations, hand down to them. A child would never know to judge someone by their looks or skin tone unless they were taught to do so, whether that be through parents or TV or somewhere else. These thoughts and feelings would never be there unless they were taught; how sad is that to think about?

Kids believe they are invincible. I’ve met so many children who are on top of the world every single day. They truly believe that the world is beautiful and positive. These kids wake up and can’t wait to hit the ground running because, to them, the world is full of possibilities and wonder.

However, I start to notice a change in kids’ behavior around middle school. Gone are the days of wonder and excitement. In their place now stands a time of anger and bitterness. Kids don’t see the world as a place of possibilities; instead, they now see it as a trap and use their sarcasm to hide their disappointment. They have been failed and lied to. They begin to believe that they aren’t capable of being the superhero they always dreamed up. Little girls start allowing the whispers of insecurity in, believing that they aren’t worth it. Kids grow quieter and more reserved. They change. They grow into cynical adults at a young age, and that’s a crime.

We can’t let this happen.

But how do we do this? How do we keep kids’ sparks and zest for life going? These are loaded questions that I struggle with myself. I remember losing my spark. This is something I want to divert kids from and, as a future educator, it will soon be my job. I watched a great TED Talk video about how schools need to continue to put creativity in the classrooms. Isn’t this true? As kids age, less class time is devoted to being creative. We incorrectly assume that they need to grow up and learn about the real world; what if the real world was the world we all used to dream of?


I want kids to always look at the world with childlike eyes. I want them to find wonder and creativity in every day circumstances. I want them to look at challenges and difficulties as opportunities to better themselves. I want my students to see themselves as the superhero they once were. I want them to be idealistic and (as some would say) “silly,” because they’re kids. I want my students to love each other just like they did when they were 3. I want them to look at differences and see the beauty within them.

Is this a bit idealistic? Yes, probably. But you know what? I’m okay with that. I want to be the type of person who tries everything to make life better for her students. Working at a middle school has given me many wonderful experiences, but I’ve also seen numerous lights go out in students. I want to keep that from happening as much as possible. So. Let’s infuse our kids with creativity. Let’s teach them love and acceptance. Let’s encourage them to be superheroes. Let’s show them that it’s okay to be different from the person sitting beside you.

Let’s let them live with childlike eyes.



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Why babies are the best.

Today, I held babies. It was magical.

Babies are the best. They’re just so innocent and precious. Their eyes are always full of wonder and love (even when they’re screaming). My best friend and I went to visit a set of twins tonight, and I was reminded of why I love kids. Even though I don’t want any for quite some time, I am still a big softie for cute kiddos. Both of the babies were so expressive and trusting, falling asleep in our arms and smiling big when we acted stupidly towards them. They are just the sweetest, and I fell in love at first sight.

So, to commemorate this, I wanted to compile a list on why babies are the best:

  1. Innocence. Babies have an air of innocence about them that just takes my breath away.They look so delighted and happy and sometimes angry; it’s almost as if the world hasn’t touched them or let them down yet. They trust those around them and don’t judge others. It’s a beautiful thing to see a baby interact with a person, and I love the innocence they possess.
  2. Little Miracles. Babies are miracles; there’s just no way around that fact. I look at each and every baby and think to myself wow- what a miracle. Just to think about how each and every child is formed in the womb and to watch them grow and develop is amazing. Children are truly gifts from God.
  3. Baby Smells. No, not the stinky diaper smell. I’m talking about the new baby smell; it’s addicting, am I right?
  4. Their Smiles. I don’t know about you, but I’d do just about anything to see a baby smile and laugh. I would make funny faces, buzz my lips together, and coo like a crazy woman. I love seeing babies smile. It’s just so expressive and warms my heart.
  5. Heart-Changing Powers. Babies can change a person’s heart; I’ve seen it before. The most cynical person in the world can hold a baby and suddenly their heart changes. Gone is the person who would complain about kids; in their place now stands a person who speaks baby talk fluently and plays peek-a-boo like a champ. The toughest guy can be turned to mush by a baby, and I love that. They have magical powers, I swear.
  6. Cuteness Overload. Babies are just downright cute. I don’t care what anyone says, I love looking through peoples’ baby pictures and seeing them at that age. Cute doesn’t even describe how babies look. Their expressive smiles and big eyes on a small face are favorite traits of mine.

I absolute love kids and think they’re adorable. Spending time with babies makes my heart happy and my smile a little bigger. Even if they make my arm fall asleep and drool all over my shirt, I will always fall more in love. I’m excited to one day be a mom, even if it’s far down the road.

Babies are miracles; this is something we should all agree upon. ❤