Love

In the BC {Before Children} era, the hubs and I would spend many Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays alone together. We would watch movies, go on bike rides and do dinner at a place that didn’t have a kid’s menu....

This past Sunday, we finished off the Valentine's weekend with a bang as we hosted our very first Date Night!  Above all, a HUGE thank you goes out to our gracious host, Backpocket Brewing!  If you have not been...

Dear Daughter, I’ve seen you noticing lately. My droopy eyes. My hunched shoulders. My long, heavy sighs. You curl up next to me during bedtime snuggles and trace the lines on my forehead with your precious, chubby finger. “Wow, Mom,”...

It Wasn't The First Time It's one of those perfect days. Both of the boys are well-behaved as we weave through the aisles of the grocery store, collecting buns and hotdogs for our neighborhood picnic. The gathering is in two hours...

I’m going to keep this short and sweet because we’ve all got places to go (work, the grocery store) and people to see (mainly just the people at the grocery store). So here we go… Mommas: go hug your babies.  See?...

We have this beautiful quote framed in my daughter's bedroom. It says, "If I know love, it is because of you". As I rock her before bedtime, I often see the quote and the deep truth hits me like...

I announced to my fellow ICMB contributors that I would be writing my “Spread the Love” post on loving the mundane, the boring, the simple everyday things that often get ignored in favor of the more awesome. That was...

I turned 30 this month. 3-0. I am no longer a twenty-something. Society dictates that I should probably feel apprehensive about this, but I don’t. I love it!   When I was seven years old, I distinctly remember wanting to be...

When my husband and I found out we were pregnant with kiddo number 1, I was still a mere child myself at only 18 years old. We had a U-Haul packed and were planning to move to a new...

The year following the birth of a baby must have its own name and its own set of expectations. In my family, it is known as The Baby Year. (Capitalized, revered, and always uttered with a touch of fear.)...