She calls me "Sparkles." I call her my little "Nugget of Love." (Because she's short, you guys!) It's a very beautiful thing we've got going on!
My friend, Emilie, is brilliant and creative and lovely. I adore her to Pluto (which IS a planet) and back. Her friendship has been a blessing in my life; her light has been a gift. She's a designer at Modern Yardage, and you can check out her genius here.

Thursday, July 30, 2015
Friday, July 17, 2015
You Can't Say "Frogs" Without Saying "Stupid"
To be utterly honest, I was never really attached to Lucy Patterson and Bubba Johnson.
Our frogs. Our stupid frogs that became a part of our family when my goofball little brother decided they would make the coolest birthday gifts for our kids. (Puh-leeze.) Our stupid frogs who, vexatiously enough, seemed to have a mating problem. And by "mating problem" I mean they were regularly "locked" (FOR DAYS) in a position conducive to making babies. Or tadpoles, rather. Telling my kids, "Not to worry, they are hugging," hundreds of times a day got reeeeealllly, really old.
Our frogs. Our stupid frogs that became a part of our family when my goofball little brother decided they would make the coolest birthday gifts for our kids. (Puh-leeze.) Our stupid frogs who, vexatiously enough, seemed to have a mating problem. And by "mating problem" I mean they were regularly "locked" (FOR DAYS) in a position conducive to making babies. Or tadpoles, rather. Telling my kids, "Not to worry, they are hugging," hundreds of times a day got reeeeealllly, really old.
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Fair Feisty Fearless
"Every daughter contains her mother and all the women who came before her."
--Christiane Northrup
I was watching Camren and Bridget play on the trampoline one typical and uneventful afternoon.
As I walked over to Bridget--to rescue her from her rowdy brother--I looked at the dainty shape of her face, the fullness of her lips, and the brightness of her pretty, blue eyes. Her sweet, baby gaze never left mine and I matched her familiar smile. A realization melted through me then--like sunshine on skin, like warmth and light:
I can see me.
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