The thing about me. I like spontaneity. I like out of the ordinary. I like messy. Being perfectly coiffed…. not necessary in my world. So a while back, it was one of those after noons where the clouds opened up and the flood gates were opened. And instead of canceling a session, I asked...
It’s incredible the changes that can happen in one weeks time. I didn’t ever imagine myself being unnerved by the smell of toast being made. Or have the word “fire” become a trigger word. I never imagined standing in my back yard in boxers and a tank top in the early morning with my arm...
This is the phrase I repeat to myself one million times a day. I’m Ok. I had not intended to make this public, but writing once is better than 1000 times. I am for sure not looking for sympathy, just putting information out there. Turns out grabbing a pan of coconut oil that has caught...
Little boys. Rough and tumble. Soft on the inside. LOVE sticks. And rocks. And dirt. And bugs. And airplanes and choo-choos. They love kicking and jumping and running and fighting with said sticks and rocks. Boys will be boys. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
They are always calling me actually, but I took some company along with me this time. Company that has grown two feet since I last saw them. Literally two feet. And we wandered and got a little lost. But mostly we giggled because that’s what I like to do.