anthony. i stand with you and our children today in the same spot where on my thirtieth birthday i said YES. right where we later said I DO. where we came when we adopted snoop, and where we visited when we were pregnant. this is the spot we watched our babies splash. the place i…
Im not about that “18 summers” philosophy. We don’t just have 18 summers with our children. On the other hand we aren’t guaranteed even the summer in front of us.
i have had this mug for as long as i can remember. it may have been my mother’s from her childhood. we may have “borrowed” it from a rented shore house. the details of the mug’s origins are fuzzy. what i do know is i always have loved this mug. so much so that instead…
i took this photo at sunset on the last day of your third year. tomorrow morning you will be four.
happy second birthday to my bird. my second baby. my daughter. inside this last year i watched you become janet. my fiery, determined, brilliant baby girl. while this last year has certainly been a weird one (remind me to tell you about the worldwide pandemic one day) .
happy golden birthday to my sun – a boy with a personality as bright and bouncy as his hair! hunter you are sweet, hilarious, and more thoughtful than i ever knew a little boy could be.
today is international women’s day. this year i would like to celebrate my mama. a woman who by example taught me to walk down whatever path in life i wanted – and to do it in tie dye and glitter. she raised me to be loud.
there always seems to be one more craft idea, one more dance party move, and one more crusty package of fruit snacks we can pull out of our asses.
my mother came across the idea of chalk blessing your home for the feast of the epiphany. basically the blessing is a way to invite god into your home on the daily.
you. where do i begin with you?
well… jay… simply put… you are tough. tough in every sense of the word.