Waiting on the trash man...his favorite day of the week. A wise person I know recently pointed out a defense mechanism I exercise a bit too frequently. Self criticism. Putting myself down before others get the chance to. Nothing too serious. It’s not like I hate myself. It’s more like I’m trying to pro[...]
There have been so many times that I have worked so hard to find the words to describe the emotion that completely overcame me when I held my boys for the very first time--the words for when I became a mother. Every time I try to write it down the words seem to have escaped me. I go back and read it to myself and think "no, there'[...]
card design and printing c/o River and Bridge follow along on instagram via @littlemissmomma How sweet it was to open our very first handmade gift that Wesley made for us at preschool. It was a set of hand painted greeting cards. I may have shed a tear or two. Please note my temporary solution to not yet having hung[...]
After Wesley was born I remember Ben and I always being filled with eager anticipation for our new baby boy to achieve his next milestone. He was our first, and as a result we were overcome with excitement at the thought of watching him experience all his “firsts”. His first bath. First tooth. First giggle. First s[...]
I moved a lot as a kid. Sometimes just to a new house around the corner. And sometimes to a new house in an entirely different town. My Mom was a realtor and an avid house lover. So we were always changing scenery as she discovered new homes that would be a fit for our family. These frequent moves were rarely stressful or sad. I[...]
Some days are the baking cookies kind of days. Those days where the chaos and ugliness of the outside world can feel like a heavy weight on our hearts. Those days where we can all use a little more hope. And a dash more faith, and a pinch of relief. It's on these days that sometimes we just need to STOP... and indulge in a mind[...]
It’s been hard for me to find the words to share what I need to say in this post. Being a better listener. This has been a more recent personal goal of mine. Ever since this girl entered my life, I’ve made a more conscious effort to be the friend who listens. Like really listens. Who hears the words coming out of your mouth b[...]
