A letter to my baby boy. (and sharing hilarious pics from his party this past weekend!! A traveling petting zoo? Yes please!)
Personal Thoughts
Reflecting back on 2018 my heart is full. I think it’s important to look at what I accomplished this past year as well as where I could have improved. While I feel I was WAY less controlling (just ask Jon) and present, laughed a lot, made the kids laugh a lot, the anxious feeling also …
Oh sweet bean, we cannot believe you are four years old today. Our sweet Christmas Eve baby. The old adage certainly rings true about the days being long and the years flying by. Feeling your squishy body for the first time, touching your hands and staring at those baby blues feels like yesterday. Some nights …
Our holiday traditions kick off with the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, watched in our matching jammies while we haul out the Christmas decorations and prepare our assigned dish for Thanksgiving Dinner. This time of year is beyond magical, our first born arrived Christmas Eve and I will forever relive the sparkle of the holidays through …
Gratitude is an interesting thing; it has a way of making you feel guilty for not giving it/showing it as often as you think you need to. Sounds cynical, probably, however, it’s also something that takes real effort to instill and practice on a daily basis. I have struggled with not what gratitude means to …
I turn 35 today. I guess that’s a bigish milestone? I remember the surprise party Jon, my sister, friend Ana and mom threw me for my 30th like it was yesterday. Hollywood game night theme with pink and gold glitter decor and candles everywhere. Nearest and dearest in attendance. Honestly perfect. SO much has changed …
I was listening to a podcast on one of my drives in the middle of nowhere and they were discussing balance. You can try to achieve equilibrium but ultimately it ebbs and flows. So while one day you might be crushing it at work only to come home to a messy house, a whiny toddler …
I never know where to start when writing some of these more personal posts. The tears, the happy thoughts, the memory of seeing my dad for the last time. For anyone who has ever suffered a loss, you know the feeling never escapes you. Never.
This Fourth of July was one summer outing I was REALLY looking forward to. Fortunately we were invited back to Molly and Dave’s in the suburbs, after a debaucherous Sunday a month ago. Kids galore, food and bevvies a plenty, hilarious rafts (NO, we did not have. a penis one, get your head out of …
Dear Jon: Who knew that ditching out of work early on a Friday back in 2008 to hang on the beach as the sun set, eating mangos, would lead to this life. We have been through some extreme highs and some devastating lows, but always have each other’s back.