When I happened upon Samantha’s blog for the first time last year, I got so excited. I actually wished that my then-five-year-old son was a blog reader, because he would have LOVED the pirate theme. I still should show him, but then he’d ask every day to see it. Sam is a sweet southern girl, a former Army wife, and a super supportive friend.

Her little boy (her first) had his first birthday shortly before Ervin did. Of course we shared mommy sobs over our babies growing up too fast. Of course we did. We’re kindred spirits, I’m sure of it. I don’t even have to list my favorite posts of hers, because her OCD self (hee hee) has done it already here, in her personal treasure chest.

Follow Sam on her blog, Facebook, and Twitter, or we’ll make you walk the plank!

Argh, welcome Sam!

Just three months before I had been in the exact same moment. The outcome? A state crown and a renewed sense of worth.

The lights were shining and my beautiful gown covered my shaking knees. This was it. Name after name was called and I knew Missouri would be next. Ten. Nine. Eight. I was left standing on stage left, with nothing to show for my hard work but a smile.

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I flew home with hope. My portfolio told a story that only I could tell and I knew I would be the one – My undying loyalty to the company could not be passed up.

The phone call never came. I had run out of paper, ink that hadn’t yet dried, questioning my ability.

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After months of trying, I had never been happier. The glimpse of my hopes on that ultrasound screen left me speechless.

Gene abnormality. 7 in 10 chance. Down Syndrome. Words that postponed our celebration and caused tears. I had no control and could only wait and see.

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Our expectations have a tremendous influence on our lives.  What we expect to happen in our lives versus what really happens defines us.

We have to properly manage our expectations if we want to be happy and get the most from life.

I chose happiness. What about you?