For the longest time I had a Pinterest board titled, “Baby Number 2.” I always knew there would be a baby number two. Even after my first pregnancy after my son ended in miscarriage. I kept the Pinterest board. Then we decided one was enough but there that board set. Waiting to be used as … Continue reading Why I painted my bedroom purple.
The thought running through my mind lately is “be a little kinder than you need to.” I say it to myself when I need the reminder, because sometimes it’s not the first thing on my mind. But it’s on my mind so much because I see it in others. Lately I’ve encountered people that have … Continue reading Be a little kinder than you need to.
I feel like I’m always talking about a new concept or idea, some new way of living or thinking, but the truth is...I’m constantly growing and learning and paying attention to different things in my life. One thing I’ve noticed is the way we speak to ourselves and about ourselves matters. In any kind of … Continue reading the words we speak to ourselves.
You could search all over, but there is nothing in the world as strong as a mother. You see her every day, she could be struggling but you’d never know it. She is bright. She is smiling. She is tired. But she is strong. She’s the one losing sleep, worrying about tomorrows issues and … Continue reading Strong As A Mother.
It's been a long day. Or a long week. It's been a long month, even. December means everyone is busy- shopping and preparing, traveling, trying to survive the holidays without losing their sanity. For me it's full of birthdays (almost all my siblings are born in December along with my husband and a few others), … Continue reading It’s been a long day.
This time of year always has me feeling nostalgic. I know it's a combination of being around the time my grandfather passed, hunting season, and the impending holidays that has me remembering long forgotten memories. I've always had a good memory, I think my earliest childhood memories are from when I was maybe 3 or … Continue reading Life Comes Full Circle.
If you ask me who my first best friend was, the answer is simple, my older sister. I've said it one thousand times and I would say it again. She's the first best friend I ever had. I might not have been hers, but when we were young I wanted to be just like her- … Continue reading The Family We Choose.