Missing Some Dear Friends...

This Reminds Me Of Ashley Wells...

This Makes Me Miss Joy Noel...

Rachel Manoguerra Would Completely Understand This Picture...

Mailboxes Make Me Think Of My Twin...I Wish He Could See Me Here...

Pictures Of Puppies Always Make Me Think Of Heather Simone...

Sarah Havrilla Would Love This...

I Miss Wandering Around Italy With All My Kindred Spirits I Found There...

I Miss You Cristina... Ever So Much...

Stephen Would Love These!

My Grandparents Are The Most Amazing People I Know - They Honestly Love Selflessly.

My Parents Have Taught Me Everything I Know And Will Be Celebrating Their Love For Each Other With A Trip To Paris So This Pictures Makes Me Think Of Them And Smile...

Every Day I See Images That Remind Me Of Those That Some Would Say I "Left Behind" In Maryland, But As Cheesy As It Is I Am Realizing They Are Not That Far Away If I Keep Them In My Heart. I Miss You All, And Many More Not Mentioned. Today Is Just A Day That I Miss My Family And Those I Feel Priviledged To Call Family, But Have No Blood Relation. I Wish Our Lives Intertwined More.

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In the Nursery: Whole Hearted Parenting Manifesto

I recently finished a book by Brene Brown titled, DaringGreatly . It really moved me, and I am definitely still processing it. At the beginning of the book I wasn’t resonating deeply with the topic of vulnerability, as most people will tell you I am an “open book”. I will answer most questions without holding back and love to deep dive into good conversation. However, what I came to realize through her many examples is that we all wrestle with vulnerability, guilt and shame throughout this book even if is more momentary than constant. I gleaned SO MUCH from this book that I did not anticipate, and I thought I would share this Parenting Manifesto that she put right at the end of the book. I am printing it and framing it for our nursery, as I think it communicates some deep parts of my heart cry for parenting my kiddos well. I hope this resonates with someone else as much as it did with me. I needed these words to remind me that parenting is not a checklist,

At the Library - May through September 2019 Reading

We had another baby in May (SO much more on that later) and blogging has obviously taken a back seat, but I am still reading for pleasure and have managed, in my sons first four months of life, to complete these 8 books! Y'all, I remember a time when even completing 2 books a year would have sincerely sounded daunting, much less with a newborn. If you want to read more, you can find the time! Take stock of your days and see where you are wasting hours. For some of these, I listened to the audio book while I was pumping or watering the garden. Rather than give you an individual breakdown of each of these books, I just want to report I found them all incredibly enjoyable. A total cross section of a food memoir to a psychology deep dive to nature centric novels, I would recommend them all in different capacities. We have fallen a bit behind on our Bible reading, but we WILL finish by the end of the year. You do not make it to September

A Penny For Your Thoughts - Looking Back & Missing Italy

I took this my first day in Italy, and will always remember my town just like this... I realized something about my writing the other day, and that is that I am much more present in my writing than I am in my brain. I am constantly thinking back, but I never write about my past. Sure, I write a story here or there reminiscing on my African travel, but rarely do you hear about my life pre-California unless it is in reference to my family. Lately, I have found myself pining for Italy. Did you know I lived there? Probably not, because I rarely mention it! I knew I was going to love it there, but it has stuck with me since the moment I left. I have wanted to go back every minute of every day since then. The simplicity of life, the emphasis on slowing down, the architecture, the food, the flowers, the people, the color, the trains, the bikes, the gelato, the smiles and laughter, the wine, and the cities are only scratching the surface of things I love from the bea

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