My 1st Momprenuer Market.

With just 6 weeks away I still had a lot of work on my plate. A lot of empty candles still in boxes and my realization that the day doesn’t have enough hours in it. But even then if our hours were multiplied by two someone would still complain that 48 hours was just a tiny gesture to the actual hours we need in a day.

Days were being crossed off and day after day my house smelt like vanilla silk (yummy) to fresh linen (everyone loves a fresh scent when they don’t want to clean). I was making candles, mama shots, wax melts, all along while keeping my child alive, filling local customer orders and praying to God that I made enough for the market day!

The day finally arrived, after all my hard work, candle wax on my counters, scents making a tornado in my house; it was finally here. Our morning started a little like this: we woke up at 8 am ,no one wanted to wake up especially not Paighton. We knew that this hour and half drive was calling our name and the time counting down to the opening. My heart was full and my stomach was twisted. I had brought 3 different outfits with me because I couldn’t decide on which one to wear. Let me just explain to you how hot this day was. Forget cooking a egg on the sidewalk, give me a frying pan and a steak; I’ll let that sit outside for 10 minutes and it will be street-side special.

Packed to the rear my candles were ready to go and I was ready to sell! After a fancy stop eating Chinese we made it to the peach creek ranch wedding venue. My oh my was it gorgeous, a barn flair with a fancy kinda twist. Speaking of twist this day definitely didn’t go expected. Once we got to the venue the first thing was we started to unpack; ladies running around getting extension cords blowing up balloons. Some are pouring tiny cups of wine for their customers, some are steaming there clothes and fixing there hair. All while I was sitting back and relaxing while my awesome fiancé set up my whole table. Yesss you definitely read that right! Peyton designed and set up my whole table while I got to sit back and watch him do his magic! I was impressed and satisfied of all his hard work. (Peep me in the back feeding our baby!)

The doors opened up and people started to wonder in. I didn’t know if I should be outgoing or let the customers come to me? My official first sell of the day came and boy was I shaking in my knees! Out of excitement of course, but just of the fact that it was something new. It came time to check out, which I would insert my square reader put a price in and it’s paid! Easy as pie…so I thought till my phone died in the middle of it. I thought to my self how could I bring everything including the charger expect for the cube that plugs into the wall? To my surprise Peyton was already on his game. He pulled out his phone opened the app, inserted the reader and boom I was back in business. My first customer sale was final, I was excited and nervous about how the day would plan out since his phone was on 12 % as well. The day went on and more and more people bought candles. I was thrilled due to the fact that people were supporting my local business! I was selling my candles I have worked so hard on. Each Candle I make takes time and effort. That’s the reason why people should support local businesses. It’s understandable to go to a high end candle business and buy a candle. It’s cheaper is the realistic reason, however you have to realize that that business is probably manufacturing 1,000 of candles a day and each candle made is mainly for the purpose of selling. There’s no emotions going into each candle when it’s being made. There’s about 100 people that are working a 9-5 shift mainly doing one part of the candle making process.

After all was said and done it was our time to pack up and head back to katy. My phone was blowing up from all of the messages telling me how bad it was in my hometown and how streets were starting to flood. Scared, nervous, & tired I didn’t know what the best thing was to do.

“Should we stay in a hotel?”

Our friends laid out an idea that sounded like the best bet. However I didn’t feel like spending $75 dollars on a hotel room that we won’t be in but 10 hours. Our drive home started like this: just a little drizzle started to fall from the clouds and cascade across our windshield. The blades had no problem but to glide gentle over the glass and wipe away the droplets. A swift minute counted down and the droplets turned into a shower that blinded our view of the road. The car was silent from our voices, P was fast asleep with no worries in the world and I was looking out the window to see God’s creation of a storm.

Every minute went by and the rain drained harder and the clouds got darker along with the lighting striking down. It was a beautiful moment to see (at least to me). Lighting lit up the sky like fireworks for the fourth of July. Silent but their it was noticeable, every angle from the car lighting was making its presence known. With the radio off, two hands on the wheel and a focused mind Peyton was determined to keep us safe. This journey became more than I had ever expected it to. Two hours later we finally arrived to a ghost like town ready to head to bed. With so much unpacking to do we left everything in the back, got P and her essentials out and head to bed. Our house was silent, my bank account was well rounded and our bed was calling our name.

Goodnight to all. Be sure to follow my candles page for giveaways!

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My 1st Mama’s Day!

Where do I even begin to explain my adventures my fiancé had prepared for me!

To all they say this is my first official Mother’s Day but I would like to state that last year I was noticeably pregnant. Even if she wasn’t in my arms physically she was still hurting my back and eating all my food. I indeed was already a mother on that Mother’s Day. However today was different, I was awoken by a baby climbing on me and pulling my hair out as if it was one of those magic tricks the magician does when they pull those colorful cloths out their pockets. She thinks I’m a jungle gym especially in the mornings. I turn over to see a bright two teeth smile and realize that on this very day I am in fact a mama (at just 19).

Most people my age are running out buying the cheapest flowers they canafford due to their budget and a pack of their moms favorite candy along with a Mother’s Day card. I can’t say I didn’t do the same because I still had to spoil my mom but this year I got it in return. My biggest surprise was that Peyton had planned the whole day out for me. If anyone knows Peyton he’s truly the go with the flow type of guy, so I wasn’t expecting anything extravagant and planned out. Not that he doesn’t do things like that but because I never let him. I’m a very simple person who would take a written letter over a box of chocolates any day. I see it as a box of chocolate will be gone in a day and stick to your hips when a written letter can be saved forever.

As I woke up to my surprise as I walked into my kitchen. A hand written letter and a T-shirt he designed for me that said mom on it Est. 2018. Peyton mentioned that we had somewhere to go at 12 o’clock. It’s Mother’s Day so I automatically assume this appointment was for me. Ladies, I can’t express you enough on how thoughtful this gift was.. A hour long massage to work out all the pain out of my back! What surprised me the most during the massage was that the lady knew what all of my knots were she went down the list: this ones from pregnancy, this ones from holding the baby, and this ones from breastfeeding for almost 10 months with out formula supplements. Boy was she right on the money with it all. By the end of it I was nearly asleep and so relaxed I could barely talk. My words were lisping and mumbling together.

R E L A X E D…

After this we headed over to get my nails done. Of course like a sweet future wife I am, I always let Peyton pick out the color! If he’s paying for them might as well he like the color he’s gonna see all the time. And it helps me get out of just doing pink or a variety of pink all the time. My man’s spoiled me with getting a manicure and a pedicure. I’m definitely not a materialistic person but on this day it was nice that he already had a appointment for me and the whole nine yards.

It didn’t stop their either, After seeing my mom and bringing her an abundance of gifts we finally made our way back to our house. I was tired, Peyton was tired and of course P just wanted to play. Peyton than stated he had one more surprise for me. What could it possibly be? Of course what makes every girl happy…Food! He than said that I could pick anywhere I wanted to go eat. I was all excited but the reality of it was that I was way to exhausted to even think about getting dresses, packing the baby up and taking her to a noisy restaurant where she want to just pull things off the table and throw her crayons on the floor than expect you to pick them up. Like always Peyton resolves the situation and we proceeded to order take out. I was able to stay in my pjs, while Paighton was happy playing on the floor.

At the end of the day being a mom is what matters most. No one realizes how much work it takes to being a mom especially a young one. I may make it look easy on Social media and my blogs are sometime sunshine and rainbows but behind the scenes it’s the toughest thing I’ve ever had to encounter. Being a mom is just getting done with homework or finishing up your candle inventory and walking lifeless to crawl Into bed at two am in the morning to stepping on a toy ;that makes you want to scream because it hurt so bad. To the hitting the button on that toy to make the noise go off and you stand in the middle of it all praying to God your baby doesn’t wake up. When you finally crawl into bed after the circus you just caused and she still sound asleep you do something as simple as sneeze and she wakes up crying. You can’t just look at your baby and say “mamas tired” put yourself back to sleep. Instead, you pick her up and snuggle with her till she falls back asleep. Just to wake up at 8 am to see her two teeth smile and remind yourself that motherhood is worth it.

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