“To love someone fiercely, to believe in something with your whole heart, to celebrate a fleeting moment in time, to fully engage in a life that doesn’t come with guarantees – these are risks that involve vulnerability and often pain. But, I’m learning that recognizing and leaning into the discomfort of vulnerability teaches us how… Continue reading Showing up
“Mommy, Mommy, come look!” My 4 year old is grabbing my hand and dragging me downstairs. He pulls me across the basement floor and into the laundry room. I find my husband there pushing paint cans and brushes to the side. The once dingy concrete floor is now a solid, beautiful grey. The entire room… Continue reading Finding the spectacular in a laundry room floor
Photo by Kosal Ley All you need is 20 minutes. My husband has just come home from an insanely busy work day, meetings piled upon meetings. “Do you like being that busy?” I ask. I’m in awe, really. I always am of his job as a real estate broker. I shudder at the demands… Continue reading All you need is 20 minutes
It was one of those days. You know the kind. You wake up to yet another day home with the kids. The weather’s sunny and warm, meaning you’ll all want to be outside but you wonder if you have the energy to carry yourself and the kids through the day. I decide to pack us… Continue reading Headaches, lilacs, and carrying on
My husband has a nice little habit of dropping his clothes on the floor rather than putting them away. Through conversation amongst other married friends, I have discovered how popular this habit is. It used to be a major pet peeve of mine, being the neater person of the two of us. I would watch the pile grow… Continue reading Just a pile of clothes
When my husband and I got married we were given a picture that read “Home is where your story begins”. We hung it above the cupboards in the little apartment we moved into after the wedding. I thought the picture was tacky, to say the least. But my husband had carefully done the measuring and… Continue reading Home is…where?
Happy Valentine’s Day, lovelies 🙂 When I was a little girl I loved Valentine’s Day. I would plan my outfit carefully, with as much pink mixed in as I could find. I’d spend hours filling out valentine after valentine to give away. My friends and I would take loads of pictures of ourselves at school, giddy… Continue reading In the Name of Love