I love you deep in my bones and at the top of my lungs. Your mere existence is like a lifeblood running through me. I pray that you know this and that you know that you were always enough. You will always be enough - more than I ever deserved. To the little boy that… Continue reading Love Letters to My Children: I Will Always Love You Longest
Guys. We need to talk. We need to talk about how we are talking to our kids. I don't mean when you're D O N E with the day and you're a little shout-y or a little harsher than you're proud of...I mean how we casually talk to them, about them - and most importantly… Continue reading We Need to Talk
The first time I was looking for you, I didn't know what I was looking at let alone what I was looking for. There was a lot of black, white, grey, and movement. And then - POOF - there was this tiny spot with a moving spot inside of it and there you were. And… Continue reading Love Letters to My Children: Looking For You
We're Pulling the Most Wonderful Time of the Year Out from Under the Tree and Giving it a Run for Its Money! Since April 2020 I've been taking a blog breather. I've been writing but haven't felt compelled to share. I shrunk into myself and into my people and honestly didn't hate it. But here… Continue reading 52 Celebrations (Sorta)
Oh man. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve had a second to sit down and write. Literally the whole world has changed since I last posted. The things that made me an “Okayest” mother are less than hilarious while some of the things I never thought I’d joke about (a toilet paper shortage?) are… Continue reading Mary Stood.
Okay so the Cicada. This insect lives underground for some-odd-number-of-years and then comes out of the ground, screams, and basically dies. Never to be heard from again. If any of you have seen my birthday planning shenanigans, you’d think I’m one put together human. A “Pinterest Mom” – a mom you scoff at yet want… Continue reading Ahhh…Behold the Cicada
Picture it: 2009. A blonde girl whips through Auburn in her little white BMW and revels in the stereotype. She loves it. She goes to football games, she goes to bars, she laughs off some of the dumbest things she’ll ever do in her entire life in the name of living “the best years of… Continue reading I Love You, But Who Are You?
Before I started writing this, I could have defined myself in about a thousand different ways...but since I've put myself on the spot, I guess I'll start with the basics: I am the mother of two: a sweet little boy that is four and a precious little girl that is about 9-months-old. Their father and… Continue reading Consider Me Introduced
The World's Okayest Mother 