Deliciously slow Saturday’s .. I just pulled this sweet potato, apple and ricotta tart out of the oven (in the nick of time) and there is a storm front approaching which has turned our bright afternoon into an early dusk. Feels like time for a cup of tea and a piece of tart 🍂☕️
I think we will just be nomads forever. Life is much more exciting that way☀️
Getting ready to move again for about the twentieth time in my marriage and getting that excited free feeling that comes with it for me. I think I’m a little crazy but oh well🤷🏼♀️ what’s life without a little crazy? Predictable👎🏻
A successful night out celebrating Mark's birthday but I have a feeling his head is going to be very sore, when he finally wakes up.
Becoming a parent has definitely made us a lot less wild, but we still enjoy a raucous night every now and again, and last night was one of those, more so for Mark than for me.
All of the waiting and wondering has come to this moment. This is the day you meet your newest little love. You count every finger and every toe and more than anything you want to cherish everything about these first few moments together. But time moves too quickly and exhaustion becomes a constant. So you move on to the the next phase as a new family without realizing how precious these first few memories were. Those deliciously sweet moments when you were just getting to know each other and just starting realize how much love your heart can actually hold.
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i was gonna write some BS caption about finding your beach even if it’s under a volleyball net at a city park in the middle of utah but i can’t bring myself to do it. cause honestly, i’m not seeing beaches lately. i’m seeing the garbage in the sand and feel like i’m sinking in it. (where’s the line between being honest about where you’re at and sounding like someone in desperate need of attention and validation? and i know empathy is so important and necessary but it’s a freaking bitch because i feel too much, all. of. the. time.) i’ve hardcore avoided instagram lately, partly because i feel like when i’m sad i need to just ride it out alone. but i think that’s part of what makes this platform feel so fake; we only share the good. and when you’re hurting, it is hard to look at all that goodness. i’m learning to accept that every good moment i experience has some bad to it (i mean, that’s life). like when i took this picture, i was probably all like “oooh SAND! look how cute his little toes are.” snap. and then i’m back to being annoyed at having to watch the kids at the park when i’d rather be watching my son’s soccer game. and feeling drained of energy and i’m carrying everyone’s stuff and there’s nowhere to sit so i’m just standing there and then i’m jealous of the kids’ carefree playing. they are the ones with their toes in the sand. i’m just there to supervise. so i kinda resent them. and then i resent myself for resenting them. and who is stopping me from joining them? and then here i make an attempt at vulnerability, hoping to cure something inside me along the way, and i’ll press “share” and promptly regret ever sharing anything personal about my life in any capacity. 😂 i mean, at this point we’re all aware no one has a perfect life, but i think even though we know that’s true, we don’t always believe it. i’m so stupidly blessed that it’s embarrassing to even say i’m not always happy. i adore my children to the point that it’s painful, and i try to document the moments that make me happy to be alive. but i guess i feel shame for feeling sad, and not talking about or acknowledging it gives that shame more power than it needs. so here i am, reluctantly.
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This is all part of my master plan for getting a real car from my parents.
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Eva & Clara after one of those feeds that sends a baby into the deepest sleep. That little relaxed foot kills me!
My son and I have spent some time meeting with amazing + ambitious women in the Detroit area during my maternity leave. Some have joked that he is my little assistant and I won’t have it any other way! I am not looking forward to going back to work but I am looking forward to spring, Mother Honestly and more talented + connected women in Detroit and beyond.