Tell Me I’m Awesome

Hi my name is Christina and I suffer from needing your approval.

For years, I was in church leadership and thrived on checking off my to-do lists, organizing events, meeting with volunteers, mentoring students, and being on stage. It was a glorious combination of the two things I love most: God and being around lots of people. Lots of people who affirmed my hard work very often.


If you’re familiar with Gary Chapman’s book The Five Love Languages, I receive love best through Words of Affirmation. Let me tell you, affirmation was is my fuel. It kept me going during busy seasons. While there’s nothing wrong with a little encouragement, there is something wrong when I started to malfunction without it.

*Cut to current day*

Now my audience is my 2-year old, my 4-month old, and a house that no matter how many times I clean, it gets dirty again. If insanity is doing something over and over again expecting different results, your girl is insane.


Disclaimer: I chose to be a stay-at-home mom. This blog post is simply my personal experience. I am grateful. I am blessed. But I am also human and grow weary. So bear with me, ya’ll.

Yes, there are moments of joy, but there are also moments of tantrums, poopy diapers, all-nighters and loads (and loads and loads) of laundry. No one is stopping by my office every day (which is in the kitchen these days) to celebrate what a great job I’m doing. There is no applause. I just roll up my sleeves, toss my hair into a sloppy bun and do what needs to be done in silence.

Yesterday morning as I woke up to greet the day before it greeted me first (moms of toddlers you feel me?), I felt God impress these few thoughts into my heart and mind:

With me (God), you are enough.

Your audience has never been the people from church, your kids, or your husband. I am your audience. I am your audience of One.

And then this scripture came to mind. (Thanks mom for always saying this to my siblings and I growing up.)

Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people. – Colossians 3:23 NLT

I am working pretty hard this week to honor my audience of One. At the end of the day, encouragement is great, but it shouldn’t trip me up when I don’t hear it. Integrity is always doing the right thing when no one is looking, and might I add, when no one cares. I don’t need the approval or affirmation of others. I need God. And because He is pleased with me when I honor Him with my work, I am enough because He says so.

To my friends who have found themselves once in a spotlight, and now in quieter moments of different, less visible work, may you honor your audience of One. And may that make you feel like you are enough because in Christ, you are enough.


Christina Lynne


Current State: 9 Months Pregnant

Our family is just a few short weeks away from welcoming our newest little man into the world. This means I’m about as wide as I am tall and that I have all the extra feels. I cry when my husband calls me beautiful, when my son holds my face and when I’m just hungry (be slow to hanger). I’m feeling all the feels humanly possible. Just ask my husband, bless his soul for loving me for better or for worse.

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This is my second pregnancy and I’ve found that it is super important to protect my heart, my mind, and my body as I get ready to bring this little miracle into the world. Here are a few ways that I do that…

1. Positive TV

And by TV, I mean streaming. Hipster cable is all the rage these days you guys. Stand-up Comedy (Hasan Minhaj, anyone?), throwback Disney movies, New Girl reruns (Tim told me I’m Winston, so you know I’m a catch), Late Night with Jimmy Fallon and Ellen Degeneres YouTube clips. When my son falls asleep, this is what my me-time consists of. This and chocolate gelato, because, chocolate gelato.

2. Blasting the jams.

Aka: turn up in the kitchen whilst cleaning. The acoustics are great in there. Mostly 90’s R&B/ hip hop with a gentle sprinkle of show tunes and a dash of emo/punk. I’m a colorful person with a lot of feelings and that’s only intensified by being pregnant.

These last 3 are more serious but just as important…

3. My People

I’m pretty selective about who I spend my time around. I do this on the regular, but it’s absolutely amplified during my last weeks of pregnancy. I need to be around people who love and show their support to my family and I.

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I cut out too many social events. It’s okay to say no sometimes, even for this social butterfly. I’d just prefer not to engage in small talk where “You’re so cute… for a pregnant lady.” and “Are you sure you’re not having twins?” come out of strangers’ mouths. I know you mean well, but my patience ’tis limited.

I know I can’t avoid this forever, and love your enemies and all that good stuff, but do trust that I need to maintain a positive mind space as I prepare for childbirth.

4. Read a Good Book

Current read: Liturgy of the Ordinary. Currently: blowing my mind. It’s all about how being a follower of Jesus can be lived in the everyday, seemingly mundane moments of life and not just limited to powerful or heightened spiritual experiences. Slow down and recognize that God is in every moment. I highly recommend reading this. Read it. Read it now.


5. Read the Good Book

As in my Bible. And not just read it, study it. I gotta start my day with Jesus or else my mind will spin into oblivion. I’ve been doing a Bible study on The Lord’s Prayer. This week it’s focusing on “Give us this day our daily bread.” It’s all about contentment and truly relying on the Lord for all of my needs. It is refreshing and exactly what I need. 

These last few weeks of pregnancy can easily get super stressful. It’s extremely helpful to memorize and recall scripture to speak truth over my mind. It reminds me that God is with me, I don’t need to fear, and that He is in control. 

Here’s my go-to verse…

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” – John 14:27

WilkinsFam1Send prayers & well wishes our way! We’re about to be a family of four!

Christina Lynne

Pregnancy #2 FAQ

I’ve been getting lots of questions about my second pregnancy and family life, so I figured I’d do a little FAQ. Y’all ready? Let’s go.

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How far along are you/ when are you due?

I’m due end of August.

Bring on the summer heat and swollen feet. Let me drop a beat, I’m 23 weeks.         *Marks beginning and end of my rap game.*

PS: If I answer you in weeks, months, or just give you the due date, please feel free to convert that to your own preference in your head. I’m too tired to do the math for you, bc pregnancy brain is real and where’s my toddler running off to?

Were you guys trying?

First of all, ew. Don’t be all up in our marriage bed like that. But yes, haha! We wanted our kiddos to be two years apart and it’s pretty much happening almost to the date. Joint birthday parties until it’s not cool anymore. HAY!

Is this pregnancy like your last one?

Pretty much. Nauseous in the first trimester with aversions to coffee, tea, and Meyer’s hand soap. Now that I’m in the second trimester, aversions and nausea are gone and I have more energy.

Are you sure you’re not having twins?

Um, yes. Would you like to come to my prenatal appointments with me to confirm? That can be arranged. I carry big because my mom carried big. Also, I’m 5’1, so where else is this baby gonna go but straight out?

Is it a girl or a boy?

A boy! He and Jackson will be best buds! No, I’m not disappointed that I’m not having a girl. My babe is healthy and that mother-son bond is like no other. We are so excited!

Does Jackson (our almost 2yr old son) understand there’s a baby in your belly?

Sure does! He points at my belly and says “baby” and kisses, shares his snacks/sippy cup, and snuggles on my belly before naps. If you ask him, “where’s brother?” he will proudly point to himself… on a good day.

Thanks for all the love and well wishes, y’all! Keep us in prayer for a continued healthy pregnancy, childbirth and recovery. Excited for our baby boy!



Christina Lynne



God Is Still Good

Whether you’ve been in the loop, or just felt impressed to pray for my family recently, a sincere thank you.

In the recent months I can’t help but be in awe at the faithfulness and mercy God has shown my family in the season life has tossed our way…

  • We made the transition to leave the ministry we helped build and love.
  • Some of our dearest friends moved away and our community has felt dispersed.
  • My mom was diagnosed and healed from cancer.
  • My dad survived a nearly fatal heart attack.


Life undoubtedly brings hardships that we cannot expect or dodge. For me, the only thing that remains a constant source of comfort and strength during difficult times is the Lord. It’s hard to explain, but through these hard times I have (amidst my share of freak-outs) felt a peace in my spirit that has helped me to move forward each day. Here are a few things I’ve learned during this season of my life…

God is still good.

Nope, not “everything happens for a reason.” (Idea for future post: “‘Everything Happens for a Reason’ and Other Bullsh*t People Say.”  That’s one of the most insensitive things to say to someone going through a hard time, but I digress…) God is still good because he’s God (Exodus 3:14). He is with me, the Father of compassion and comfort (2 Corinthians 1:3-4). His ways far exceed my own plans (Isaiah 55:8-9). He knows all things (Job 34:21), He is unchanging (James 1:17), and gives me direct access to a relationship with Him (Ephesians 2:18). For that, He is the definition of goodness.

Prioritize time with God.

Get into God’s Word and spend time in prayer. You might say, “I don’t have time.” Well, with all due respect, YES you do. You just prioritize the things that are important to you. If something is truly important, you make it happen.

Tell me the last time you let your brows grow out too crazy, didn’t eat when you were hungry, or spent an hour scrolling through social media on your phone. Hey, I’ve been there too, but y’all, we’re adults. At some point you gotta make a grown decision to act like a Christian if you’ve decided that you are one. You only make things worse on yourself when you distance yourself from God, especially during hard times. Practically speaking, I’ve been digging into this Bible study on prayer. God and His Word have truly been growing, challenging and comforting me.

At some point you gotta make a grown decision to act like a Christian if you’ve decided that you are one.

Don’t stand still.

It’s easier to throw in the towel, hide under the covers, and stop everything because life is hard, but keep moving. Keep spending time with God, keep going to church, and stay in honest community with other Christians. More than anything on this planet, motherhood has taught me this. No matter how crappy my day gets, my son still needs to eat, his diaper still needs to be changed, cleaning still needs to happen and somebody’s still gotta cook dinner. Moms, I know you feel me on this one.

Stay faithful to the things you need to do as a Christian during difficult seasons. Ask God for perseverance and diligence.

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A Word to the Wise.

Real talk, though, watch out. Because when you make a commitment to stay close to the Lord, remember His goodness, and keep moving, the enemy may bring things against you to stop you from being faithful. God knows I’ve been on struggle street with this one. Exercise wisdom to recognize what those things are and pray through it for strength. Don’t let the enemy cloud your mind with lies. Strap up your big girl stilettos and get to steppin’ on that enemy with the truth of God’s Word. Last I recall, that enemy trembles at the name of my Jesus.

Thanks again for lifting up my fam in your prayers. Your prayers joined with mine are powerful and the reason I’ve been able to write this blog today. I hope that this encourages you in your tough season. God’s got your back, and so do I.


Christina Lynne

Before I Walked Down the Aisle

I’ll never forget, I was home for the summer during college and had just gone through a really tough break-up. My heart was hurting and I felt like I’d never get to be a bride. Have you ever been there? The feelings of disappointment, loneliness and hurt so deep that your heart can’t seem to catch a breath? Me too.

“I felt like I’d never get to be a bride.”

So one super late night on Tumblr (omg if you guys could see my old hipster college feels on that old blog of mine -__-) I watched this very special video. Sigur Ros is one of my favorite bands and this song “Hoppipolla” makes my heart strings soar. Real talk, the video is beautiful, but it hurt to watch because I was still in such a vulnerable place. It hurt because it encompassed everything the little girl inside of me wished for; love, marriage, a home of my own, and having children.

Fast forward to Tim and I dating, his proposal to me and us planning our wedding ceremony. I knew instantly that I wanted this video to be part of the ceremony somehow. On our wedding day the ceremony began, our parents and grandparents entered and were seated and the bridal party followed. Then, the doors closed, the lights dimmed and this video played…

As the video faded out, the audio of the song built up again, and the outside doors opened so that the bright daylight showed the silhouette of the bride, me. Then my daddy walked me down the aisle to give me away to my best friend.

To my girls who are eagerly awaiting your special moment as the bride: know that God knows and wants to give you the desires of your heart… in his timing. It is worth every ounce of the wait and all of the pain that comes before you make that lifelong commitment of marriage. Don’t rush it. Breathe and know that your Creator is in control. Cling to the Lord, study His Word, and trust that He knows what you need even before you ask.

 “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” ‭‭Philippians‬ ‭4:6-7‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Tonight, I’m saying a prayer specifically for you ladies, because I know that although the wait is hard, it is absolutely worth it.

To my husband, Happy 4th Anniversary, babe. It’s you and me.


Christina Lynne

Somebody Has to Say Something

Every night as I put my 10-month old son down to sleep, I pray that he would become a person who always stands up for what is right. That he would do the right thing, even when it’s hard. As I pray over him, I am reminded that for him to become a person of integrity, I must model it first.

“Your greatest responsibility is to use your voice, for there are so many people, too many people in our world who are never heard– even when they scream.”

I wonder what would happen if we lived in a world where Facebook posts highlighting injustice were met with the same attention as wishing me a “Happy Birthday”.

Hear me out.

#BlackLivesMatter #PhilandoCastile #AltonSterling #BlueLivesMatter #Dallas.

It is both/and. Not either/or.

Both/and. Not either/or.

It’s not about picking a side. Being pro-black does NOT mean I am anti-police. And being pro-police does NOT mean I am anti-black.

I have many friends on the police force. I love them and their families dearly. I pray for them often.

I have many black friends. I love them and their families dearly. I pray for them often.

I grieve for the tragic losses this week. Deeply. I have shed many tears and have seen so much misunderstanding and ugliness on my social media feeds from people that I KNOW.  So I must say something…

I am devastated by the Facebook Live video that went viral showing the aftermath of an innocent black man pulled over for a busted tail light and shot in front of his girlfriend and her 4-year old daughter.

I am devastated that the people around me, in MY CIRCLES, continued to post about your care-free summers. You were careful not to “step on any toes” because you feared posting about this video would seem anti-police. You didn’t post your condolences, or to #prayfor____ because you didn’t have all the “facts.”

You said nothing.

Yet, when the Dallas shooting took place (just as extremely devastating and wrong for MORE innocent life to be taken, #Dallas and DPD, I stand with you), within minutes, my friends changed their Facebook profile and cover photos, wrote heartfelt posts, started hashtags, etc.

YES, PLEASE do that. Because police deserve our support and our respect. They put their lives on the line for people like my family and I, DAILY. I thank them, I honor them, I applaud them, I pray for them…

However, I am HURT that those very same friends that are active on social media stayed silent just hours before. Hours. Before.

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“We will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.” – Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

I hope this challenges you. I hope this convicts you. I hope that you talk to me about it. I hope that you see Alton Sterling and Philando Castile, as devastating as the deaths of the brave police officers in Dallas. I hope your heart aches for the mothers, wives, and children they ALL left behind. I hope you would have shared a GoFundMe page to put Alton Sterling’s kids through college as quickly as you’d share a GoFundMe page for the funeral arrangements for the officers in Dallas.

If you are white, hi, I love you, you matter. And if you’re still reading this, thanks. I am asking, begging YOU, to open your eyes. Please, wake up to the ugly reality that racism still exists. That our country is perpetuating a dangerous, violent and unfair cycle of statistically more black people being shot by police officers. Saying #BlackLivesMatter is not saying that Blue Lives don’t. They DO. They absolutely DO. #BlackLivesMatter is a movement to take a stand against police brutality, fight against anti-Black racism, and encourage social action and engagement of the systematic oppression of people of color.

All lives DO matter, but justice for black people, and the history of oppression and injustice of blacks in our country is the justice that I seek.

“Stop saying ‘all lives matter’

Understand why you can’t say that. Whatever people need to do to understand why that’s not OK, they need to do that. What we’re saying right now is that all lives will actually matter when black lives matter — and black lives don’t matter right now. So we need to say black lives matter to change that. We need to change that individually, we need to change that within our communities and we need to change that systemically.”

– Robbie Clark, organizer with Black Lives Matter Bay Area

If I am forced to take a side, it is the side of humanity.

Black people are literally saying “Stop killing us,” and there are people saying “but…

I guarantee that many of your friends of color are waiting for your support to RECOGNIZE injustice when you see it and say, “This is unfair. It’s not right. It’s awful. What can I do?”

I am one of them.



This is a BIG question. This is not the only response, and this may not be the best response, but we must start somewhere. We have to do something and stand up for what is right and teach our children to do the same.

  • When you see a black friend post something about #BlackLivesMatter, ask them how they feel about all of this.
  • When you see a black friend post something about #BlackLivesMatter, tell them you stand with them and mean it.
  • Stop saying “All Lives Matter”
  • When you see a police officer, shake their hand and tell them “Thank you for your service.”
  • Write to your local police chief and share your support and your concerns.
  • Pray for the black community.
  • Develop empathy for the black community– Act like your black friend had a relative die, this will help you post your condolences to the black community instead of insensitively jumping to conclusions that negate the devastation of a human’s life being taken.
  • Pray for police officers in America and their families.
  • Pray for WISDOM and use it on social media.
  • Read your Bible, seek WISDOM- Psalms, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes
  • Pastors, Churches: Pray for unity and peace in your cities. People are looking to YOU for answers as their spiritual leaders, lead them.
  • Parents, talk to your kids about the innocent lives being taken this week. Say their names. Show them their pictures. Pray for their families. Talk about hate. Talk about love. Teach them to stand up for what’s right. Teach them to LOVE THEIR NEIGHBOR. Teach them that skin color is beautiful and not better/less than.

As I pray over my son each night, I am reminded that for him to become a person of integrity, I must model it first.

God Bless,

She Has Brown Skin

This is something I haven’t spoken openly about outside of conversations with my husband. However, I read recently that artists force people to see the world differently. So here we go…

I am Hispanic.
I have brown skin.

When I was a teenager, I went into a store with my mom, sister, and a friend. We went to go pick out a lipstick. We met my mom back at the check-stand where I overheard the clerk list off my purchases to someone over the phone. I mentioned this to my mom as we walked out of the store in a ‘that-was-weird’ sort of way.

My mom gently took my hand, walked confidently back into the store, and addressed the clerk. The clerk apologized. She assumed I had stolen from them because she said I was “acting strange.”

I’ve never stolen anything in my life.

I am Hispanic.
I have brown skin.

sunset-hands-love-womanWhen I was a teenager, I remember having a big crush on this boy in school. He asked me out and we dated. He had this group of friends who were your basic junior high knuckleheads. Weeks later, he broke up with me. The reason? His friends told him “You need to break-up with her, her skin’s too dark.”

I am Hispanic.
I have brown skin.

I’ve been teased about my hair, my skin, my acting too this race or that.

I say this for vulnerability’s sake, being all too aware people have suffered FAR worse for being of a different skin color, nationality, gender, sexual orientation… basically, DIFFERENT. I do not ask for sympathy.

I say this because if you KNOW me, you know that I am a hell of a lot more than a Hispanic woman with brown skin. I am proud of my heritage, ethnicity and gender, but there’s more to me than meets the eye.

I say this so you can love your neighbor like you love me and celebrate the things that make them different than what you may be comfortable with.

I say this because there is too much hate in the world and on the Internet, and not enough grace and love. LOVE your neighbor. Consider what makes them beautiful. Celebrate your differences.




Christina Lynne

Single Ladies Make Noise

To all my single homegirls, I write this to you as if I were talking to myself when I was in your shoes (boots, heels, chanclas, whatever is cool these days).
I’ve heard (and said) these words pre-marriage. Heck, even before Tim and I dated…

*Sips latte*
*Purses lips*
*Looks best girlfriend in the eye sitting across from me in the coffee shop*
*Exhales deeply*

“… I just. I guess I just want a man after God’s own heart.”
First of all. YAS to your high standards (insert emoji praise hands here). Absolutely. Marry the dude who loves Jesus above all else. Marry him good, hashtag the heck out of your wedding and make ALL DA BABIES.
But also, for just a quick sec, may I have permission to drop this tidbit into your sweet and sassy mind?:

A man after God’s own heart is still human. 

A human who, although loves Jesus and does his best, will still fall short because he is not Jesus and should not be Jesus to you.
*Drops mic*
*Picks up said mic again*

The phrase A man after God’s own heart comes from the Bible when Samuel tells King Saul that God has removed Saul as king and  that “The LORD has sought out for Himself a man after His own heart”, David (1 Samuel 13:14). David is the unexpected kid who slayed Goliath, gifted poet (swoon), loyal friend and bffl to Jonathan, and Israel’s second king all by age 30. An incredible man of God, to say the least. Howevs, he had a few, shall we say, moral lapses, such as lusting after a woman, sleeping with her, getting her pregnant and then plotting the death of her husband (one of his high ranking officials) so he could marry her (see 2 Sam. 11, that Old Testament can be gnarly).

He repented, deeply. I mean, have you read his stuff ? You should (Psalm 51). Despite David’s most esteemed badas*ery and his royal (literally) screw-ups, he is remembered more than anything else as a man after God’s own heart. God chose to work all things together for good in David’s life. In fact, God even sent His son Jesus to be a descendant of David’s.  

Bottom Line

Dudes will mess up. But if they choose whole-heartedly a life of restoration in Jesus? AND not just you, but others close to you can see the fruit of that life? Go for it. Because a man that chases after Jesus with all he’s got, especially when things get rough, is a man worth your attention. So when you say that you want a man after God’s own heart, accept that you’re getting his humanness along with it. Give love and grace, and then some more love and grace. Just like you’d want him to give to you. 
NOTE: If you are dating some foo (purposefully no “l”) who is clearly a hot mess and just plain manipulative, just stop it.  This post is not about him. And you probably need to kick him to the curb. 
*Bey voice* Stop. Carry on.

The life God has for you now and in your future is rad. God will answer your prayers. God will give you the desires of your heart, and then some. My life is living proof of that, daily. Take heart and enjoy the ride.



My Birth Story (Moms are Superheroes)

Capes, masks, super-human powers, cool names, and sidekicks.

I’ve always thought of superheroes as those guys in comic books and movies. It was cool to catch a flick and cheer them on. Like, whoa, that guy can save the world in 90 minutes? Pretty impressive.

And then I grew a human inside of me.


For nine (plus) months.

Then gave birth to this human.

And am sustaining this human’s life.

That? THAT is a freaking superhero.


I tip my cap to all the momma bears out there. Here’s how I brought my human into the world…

*Takes deep breath*

I was 2 weeks past my due date and was scheduled for an induction. I was induced via Pitocin and labored for 26 hours. I got an epidural because I had titanic contractions and they were unbearable. No food or water. Just ice chips. I got a fever/infection. My husband, mom, and sister took turns sitting by my side praying, singing, and reading God’s Word over me.

I dilated to 9cm (you push at 10) when they saw that my son’s heart rate was in distress. The surgeon came in and explained to me that I needed an emergency c-section and asked me who would make decisions for me if I remained unconscious. I signed a release form and as soon as I knew it I was being rushed to the operating room with an oxygen mask on.

My mom and sister scrambled to put our belongings away and kissed me goodbye. My husband followed me out and was put into scrubs where he could remain by my side while I was on the operating table.

I was prepped for surgery, MAJOR surgery where an incision is made through the abdomen and uterus to deliver the baby. One of the side effects of the medication used to numb me made me have the shakes. I was freezing and shaking. A lot. My body was exhausted by every definition of the word. I was DONE.

But I felt peace.

Peace. I knew that the Lord was in control and I trusted Him. My team of nurses and doctors had done the best they could and the rest was in the Lord’s hands. Moments later, I heard the most beautiful sound that I had ever heard on the planet, my son’s cry. All those months of feeling him move inside of me, talking to him, rubbing my belly, singing and praying for him, and now he was out here with me. I turned my head immediately towards Tim and with wide eyes said “That’s our son.”

My birth plan was nowhere near what my birth had been, but it IS my story and I accept it. No what-ifs or regrets. There’s no point in wondering why or if things would’ve gone differently. This birth brought me my everything. My son, Jackson Kole.


The experience of birthing a child is to imagine your heart dropped as an anchor into the wildest of seas. It is is deep, it is heavy, and it anchors you into an abyss of becoming more of and a better version of, yourself.

So here’s to myself. A mom. Just like the many MANY others out there who have a brave story of bringing their humans into the world.


Don’t Call It a Comeback 

Hey y’all, sorry it’s been awhile! I’ve just been busy GIVING BIRTH and caring for a NEWBORN. No big.
There will be much for me to say on the aforementioned subjects. For now, let us just rejoice in the fact that your girl is alive and well, and dance together to the newest jam of all the jams, “WTF (Where They From)” by Missy Elliot for the following reasons:
  • Missy just made a comeback. I am making a comeback. To this blog.
  • Missy is my spirit artist (see “spirit animal”). If I were a hip hop artist, it would be her. All. Day.
  • You cannot help yourself but move to these beats. If you do not, you are no fun and we can no longer kick it.
  • Pharrell helped produce this track and spits a mean few bars. He also encouraged Missy to get back at it.

Four for you Missy! You go, Missy! (said in the “You go, Glen Coco” voice.)

More on Missy’s comeback in this killer Rolling Stone article HERE. More on this blog’s comeback in future posts.

Dance with me,

Christina, the cool mom.