Bamboo Baby Wrap c/o: Happy Wrap 20% OFF with coupon code: LMM20 Bracelet c/o: Neon & Nude Dear Sawyer, Me and You. We're BFF. We have a rhythm. A beat we follow throughout the moments that fill our days. I know what you want before you have the chance to give a second grunt. And you kn[...]
GUEST POST: Alissa Circle, blogger at Rags to Stitches and Chief Strategy Officer of Pollinate Media Group A couple weeks ago, during one of the weekly Coffee Date vlog posts, I talked about knowing your brand. When I say that I'm referring to the brand you are building with your blog and social media presence. Now some of you may s[...]
My life. According to Instagram. Capturing daily moments. Including this week's flat tire, a bad wig, a new (life changing) book, a sign I'm wishing I bought, a favorite quote this week, stuffed peppers eaten every day for a week, a mustache buddy made from Wesley's old shirt, a last minute Jackson Browne concert, my l[...]
Try this. Writing your "enough statement". A statement about all the beauty and goodness you see within YOU. Because it's healthy ya know. To love yourself. So put it out there. Make it true. Read it out loud, and then believe it. Believe that you are enough. And then, pretty please with a cherry on top, have the cour[...]
Every morning I snuggle up close to my boys and whisper in their ear that I love them--at least a dozen times. These sweet nothings are followed by kisses. Lots of them. Kisses until they push me away. And while I watch my oldest wipe away the last of my kisses as he giggles from the deepest part of his belly, our eyes meet and I[...]
(via) Here’s the thing about this love story of ours. It’s long. And drawn out. And mushy gushy. And even a bit cheesy. But it’s true. And I’ve decided to take my time writing it, capturing all the special details of those moments I never want to forget. So if mushy-gushy, cheesy love stories aren’t your thing[...]
I was the kind of kid who had to have my book pried from my grasp every night before bed. I was that girl who hid under the sheets with a flashlight until I read all of Ramona Quimby Age 8 in a single night. I remember crying my eyes out when I finished Where the Red Fern Grows, sitting on the edge of my seat through all the Goosebump[...]
