Today is a happy day.
10.12.15- Exactly two years married and four months since we welcomed Miss Madeline to this world. The road to this day was both beautiful and trying at times- a year and a half spent hoping, praying, pleading, trying to make her happen. There were emotional days, failed cycles, and discouraging times; but I was lucky. I had a best friend and coach for a husband, understanding friends and family, amazing doctors and a success story after one round of IVF. In the scheme of things, my struggle to conceive was a short one- but I would have made that grueling trek ten times over to get to my little girl. Happy Anniversary, my love; thank you for sticking by me and our family. And happy four months to the light of our lives- boy, you were so worth it.
Ah, it's the magical mystery kind
Ah, must be a lie
Bye bye to the too good to be true kind of love
Oh, I could die
Oh now I can die
We chose this as our wedding song after a fast and furious love affair. It felt fitting and I adored the beat. We didn’t realize at the time it was about tripping, but I guess the whirlwind we were in sort of felt that way, too.
Last week, on Christmas night, I laid in bed- with a belly full of wine and food; a house overcome by ripped-open boxes and toys and clutter; and two happy, sleeping babies in the rooms next to me. And instead of staying up late to clean and organize and tidy, I instead cozied up with Netflix and a peppermint cookie, and scrolled through Instagram.
2019- what a year you have been. I would have to say, of all my years you’ve been the most unexpected yet.
I started it off coming to terms with the idea that our little family was complete- that Maddie was enough, and that after all the trying and ups and downs, we were whole. And then, after cleaning out baby closets and feeling content, we found out we would be welcoming another beautiful being into the fold- our Lila Lee.
Only nine more sleeps until Santa arrives, and we are soaking it all in while we can! It’s always a little bittersweet for me this time of year- it’s my very favorite and I love every second of the holiday season, but it always seems to go by a little too fast. The forecast calls for a {slight} chance of a white Christmas, and I have my fingers crossed they might be right.
Looking back on my childhood, I distinctly remember sneaking into my mother’s closet and falling in love with a pair of her shoes. They were the quintessential 1980’s red pump. They weren’t exceptionally high. The toe the perfect combination of round and point. They were bright and bold; grown-up and classically chic. And they were hers. They were everything in my five-year-old eyes. Just like she was.
Happy Friday!
There are a few weeks left of summer vacation, and I hope ya’ll are enjoying fun in the sunshine and the last trips of the season.
This 37 week bump and I have been pretty much hibernating inside with the air conditioning, and I’ve delved deep into streaming some great shows the last few weeks.
35 weeks today and I really can’t believe it. I’ve been pregnant this entire year; it’s gone by SO quickly, and yet I still feel like I’ve been pregnant FOREVER.
Only a few more weeks before we’ll be welcoming our next love, and we are counting down the seconds until we get to meet her.
Roughly ten years ago, at the ripe ole age of 25, I got my first tattoo.
It hadn’t been a long time coming; I never really imagined myself getting a tattoo, I never begged my parents for one growing up. But one day, I woke up and really wanted one. Needed one, actually. So I headed to the local parlor in downtown Santa Barbara and scratched my tattoo itch.
Tomorrow is the Fourth of July, meaning summer is now officially in full swing.
We’ll be spending the next few months keeping this bump close to home- and I’m planning on a whole lot of {shaded} beachside lounging in my future. Hopefully, this will leave me with some much desired time to dive head first into a book or two {or three}.
Just a few weeks ago we celebrated six months in our new home. On March 14, to be exact. I cannot believe we have lived here for half a year. It’s still so crazy at times to think we moved our little family of four, plus two fur babies, down south in the middle of a pandemic. But did it we did, and are so happy to be in our cozy home and to finally enjoy a bit of a routine. It was a tad hectic there for a bit- with so many changes and so little routine- but over the last few months we’ve found our groove again, and we’ve made a few simple changes that has helped make life just a little bit easier these days.