Every January I like to sit down with Husbeast and by myself to reflect on the past year and dream about the year ahead. Like almost everyone else, I know… But still, there is something so appealing about a clean slate, a fresh start, and the promise of a new year. This year, I did
“Release yourself from well-intentioned plans that have become burdensome.” That line stopped me in my tracks last week. It was from my devotion (Savor, Shauna Niequist), and I cannot stop thinking about it. Letting go of expectations and focusing on the small moments of joy. Savoring the season.
We are flying up to Detroit to visit Seester and her hubby for Thanksgiving, and I cannot wait to take Punkadoodle on her first plane ride!! I am so grateful for 4 full days with my family that I will endure the freezing cold temperatures of Michigan to be with them. In the spirit of
Some days I am just knocked off my feet at the realization of how blessed I am to be married to Husbeast. He loves me so well, in so many ways. Let me count some of them for y’all. He is generous with his time and energy and possessions. He is constantly assisting people
A friend posted on facebook this week something that I cannot stop thinking about. “I wonder why anxiety and depression seem to be so present in millennials. Or if it’s just millennials are more open about it…” I’ve wondered the same thing about the increased prevalence (or seemingly increased prevalence) of childhood allergies and developmental
Hurricane/Tropical Storm Irma hit our area on Monday afternoon, and thankfully, we have no damage and never lost power. I know so many who were less fortunate, and my heart and prayers go out to them. I thought I would extend my spirit of gratitude into a blog post, and just write a short list
Before I talk about how amazing our beach week was, I wanted to first share a quote that stopped me in my tracks yesterday. I was listening to Jen Hatmaker’s new Podcast series, For the Love of Girlfriends with guest Shauna Niequist. I adore both of these women, and wanted to hear their rapport
Father’s Day was more than a little bittersweet for me. I had a mental block on the day for weeks leading up to it, and didn’t even buy my own dad a card (#daughterfail). I bought Husbeast a card, some ice cream, and his favorite candy toppings the night before, so, clearly, I was less
Husbeast made an astute observation about our current situation the other week, and I cannot stop thinking about it. He said “it’s ok to say no, if for no other reason than the fact that we are so empty right now and have nothing to give.” Empty. Empty arms. Empty energy reserves.
I learned how to macrame last night. I went over to Soul Sista’s house and had another friend who happens to be an expert macrame-er come to teach us the basics. She taught SS how to make a plant hanger, and I’m making a wall hanging. I learned the basic knot and the spiraling knot