our hearts are broken

our hearts are broken

We dropped off True earlier in the morning at my parent’s house. There were plans to build a birdhouse with Grandpa. A couple hours later, the horrific news came. Shock. Tears. Overwhelming sadness. As a parent, I could barely breathe. We stopped what we...
a blinking nose…

a blinking nose…

We are in the season. All in. True made his first tiny adorable snowman. We will remember it always. He also got a blinking nose, and friends, you have to watch….30 seconds of a two year old’s joy…hilarious, esp at 10 seconds. XO…. Kelly...
Hello Inspiration

Hello Inspiration

Totally inspired by my growing collection of vintage oil floral paintings. They feel serene. Delicate. Pretty. We bought this old buffet for the dining room….the more storage space for our little bungalow, the better.  I’m so inspired by True’s...
A growing True!

A growing True!

He was the most adorable baby. And he cracked my heart and life open. Wide open. Nothing has been the same since he blessed us with his life….we are incredibly fortunate. Sometimes. Sometimes I can’t believe I get to be his mom. That I get the privilege....
Hello, Maui

Hello, Maui

Dear Maui,     Thank you for your wide open spaces. Your big skies. Your insistence that we all take a breath and…..pause.       Thank you for the most beautiful sunrise I’ve ever seen atop a volcano, above the clouds, and in...
22 months.

22 months.

22 months. Counting. Talking in 3 word sentences. Repeats everything we say. Into everything. VIGOROUS. Hugging and kissing everything. Dances and especially loves reggae. Bossy in the most endearing of ways. Still sleeping from 6pm – 7am and napping midday (we...
this is my anxiety story.

this is my anxiety story.

I’ve written this post in my head countless times. I kept waiting to get to the other side of this particular struggle before I shared. And then the other side never came, even with lots of effort. I often wondered if I’d ever get to the other side at all....
21 months…

21 months…

I’ve been carrying him more and more in the ergo. I know these days are coming to an end soon, and I just want to have him on my chest for as long as possible. You were right when you said it would be bittersweet, their getting bigger. I miss his infancy. I miss...