I ran my very first half marathon over the weekend. And I almost didn't do it. I made a bunch of excuses. And I almost backed out. Then sure enough, no sooner had I crossed the finish line, was I grabbing every brochure for upcoming half marathons in the southern California area. I was slow. I was sloppy. I had blisters and a terr[...]
A new series: A simple list of three things — a different theme — every week, just for fun. Play along if you like. Leave your list or a link in the comments. See past posts here. We play this game at girls night out. I don't know why, but I know it's fun. 3 female celebrities I have a girl crush on--for no particular reason--th[...]
Read part 1 here. In my last post I talked all about our experience at the Disney Aulani. Because there was so much to do, we only spent 2 of the 8 days off the resort. The first day we spent checking out the North Shore and the surrounding area. Then because we had so much fun, we went back a second time a few days later. [...]
Oh you guys, this really was the most fabulous vacation. Ben had never been to Hawaii and I hadn't been since I was 15 years old and my best friend at the time invited me to go with her family to Maui. It was the trip of a lifetime and I have always been so grateful to her parents for giving me that incredible opportunity. Fl[...]
Instagram has been special little gift for my family. A daily journal. An easy way to keep up with the simple, every day moments in life. I imagine the boys all grown up, being able to go back in time to any day in their life to see what was happening. We live in a pretty rad time--with so many opportunities to be memory makers. A look[...]
Sawyers shirt c/o The Printed Palette Hello Monday. These 3 boys are my life. They are my happy place. And because I'm not feeling especially wordy today, I'll just say that these past few days my heart has been full. Very, very full.[...]
For as long as I can remember, my hair has played a huge role in my identity. Not because it was fantastic or pin-worthy. And not because it was horrible. But because my hair told a story--my story. A story, that for a long time, I wasn't ready to share. Then one day I felt vulnerable. The good kind of vulnerable. The kind of vuln[...]
