can't change, change.

As much as I wish there were more obvious seasonal changes in this beachy shore town, other noteworthy changes are sailing on in. For the past few months, we've been staying with the Mr.'s family {who are just as much my family as they are his} but soon & very soon, we will have a home of our own - which excites me a little more than fresh-out-of-the-oven chocolate chip cookies - and for this "in love with chocolate woman," that's saying a whole heck of a lot.

As far as this little blog goes, Marie Tea will be going through some soon-to-come changes, too. In these next few weeks, I'll be debuting our first sponsors and their goodies exclusively for Marie Tea followers - so, if you're not already a member of our tea room, make sure to sign up and start following us so you can experience our sponsor's awesome discounts & treats!

And well, you already know how freakishly quick baby girl changes, so she's totally game for this whole change thing. She's probably thinking it's about time we all jumped aboard her "choo-choo change" train, especially her mommy who's been on a change strike since the day she was born.

But really, change is a funny thing. Some people welcome change with open arms, others absolutely loathe it's presence. Personally, I've had my ups & downs with the change phenomenon. In my more adventurous days, spontaneous change was exciting and peeked my interest with it's mysterious alluring qualities. Now, however, I find myself trying to be a little more grounded and tend to prefer change when I'm the one delegating it's duties and when it's working under my terms and conditions. You know what I mean? But, a wise man once told me that change is the only constant, so you either embrace it and learn how to adapt, grow, and deal...or cry, kick, and scream with your saddest face wishing things would chill out, stop changing, and just stay the same. Honestly, I've tried the whole crying, kicking, screaming bit {just a few times} but it's never really worked out in my favor - apparently, my sad puppy face isn't capable of reversing the natural occurrences of life, as difficult or as trivial as the circumstances of change may be. Change is just one of those things you can't even conquer by attacking it's source because let's face it - you can't change, change. It exists even outside of itself and has these fungal-like-qualities allowing it to rapidly reproduce, even when it's at its whit's end. Change just is and change will always be.

Life is progressive, so change is inevitable. As much as there are many changes we wish would stay away and never come knocking on our door, these types of changes are just as much a catalyst for our growth as the "so happy to be here" changes, if not more so. And in change's defense, at least it's reliable. I mean, you can always count on change, even in it's smallest existence...like your favorite cereal box getting a face lift every few months.

Well, I was in the car the other day and I just so happened to look down at my big baby mama bag and noticed it's newest accessory - baby girl's bling shoes. Shoes are a new thing for her, because I love her barefoot baby toes, but with her attempting to stand on any surface under those precious feet, we welcomed the change and put on some shoes. Regardless of our readiness, this day of shoe-wearing was coming whether we liked it or not...because the "choo-choo change" train is always chugging along, rain or shine, stopping at both your door and mine.

So, in honor of Friday, if it weren't for the location change from 11pm to 12am of Father Time's ticking hands, we'd never get to celebrate the end of the week and the coming of the weekend. Maybe that's one "change, I can't change," I'm okay with not changing.

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