My Own "F" Words
I always wanted a daughter. I always pictured the dresses and the bows and all things girl. Until a basketball game. My friends mom came to watch him play along with his three older brothers. Four boys and their mama. I started to warm up to the idea of being a boy mom. When I
I like to start my mornings at five in the morning. I pour myself a hot cup of coffee and write. After that I go for a nice long run and do a round of yoga. It’s calm, it’s peaceful, and it’s a lie! My dream version of me does start her morning that way.
I don’t want to add a cliche to your list but I feel like every day I come to these small realizations. These aren’t life changing realizations and I imagine some people reading will have thought of this long before I did. That’s OK, keep reading! Today was a run day for me. I have
My daughter doesn’t sleep in. She doesn’t slowly get up in the morning, she’s at a 10 from the moment her tiny eyes open to the moment they shut. I can’t count the mornings she’s rushed into my room, a ball of energy bouncing to tell me about the dream she had last night. Each
This topic has been on my heart a lot lately. Recently I read a book that addressed my recent feelings on the topic of motherhood and wine. Guess what? I am guilty of exactly the behavior I want to change. Kids are crazy, send wine. Rough day, need a glass of wine. Need wine, because
