the one with 10 thoughts for the weekend: 4

“And now I see after all these years, grace is the reason I made it here.” –Morgan Harper Nichols If I didn’t have a 1-year-old to take care of, this is what I would be doing 24/7. If you missed our recent “catch-up” post, you can read it now – the one that covers 6 months…

the secret is out

So a few weeks ago (when it wasn’t quite as cold out), Eliza and I had a little girls day with some close friends. It turned out that our girls day was more accurately a celebration of a new tiny life that will be joining us this spring, and we are ridiculously excited to meet…

choosing joy in the new season

Recently, it seems like every time I take a photo of Eliza Jane I think to myself, “She just oozes joy.” It’s as if she can’t even help it. Despite restless nights, teething, or screwed up nap schedules, this tiny human is so full of joy. Currently, she is cutting teeth through her gums… If…

the one with 10 thoughts for the weekend: 1

My mom’s birthday is Sunday, so look out for some gorgeous (or potentially disastrous) cake photos on my Instagram – because I’m going homemade. It’s October 13th, and I have no fall decorations up. So I think I’m just going to skip it and wait to decorate for Christmas. Am I lazy? A Story Told‘s newest…

this is for BABIES ONLY

Do you ever think it’s weird how we find everything that babies do to be ridiculously adorable, yet if an adult was to do those same things you would immediately call the insane asylum? This is something that has boggled my mind many a time. Last week, Trey and I were discussing this topic and…

5 things to think about when taking a baby to the beach

You’re going to take a four and a half month old baby to the beach? Are you insane? So no individual actually said those words to me, but the questions above crossed my mind more than once as my husband and I were planning our summer beach vacation. Nevertheless, we were going to make it…

the value of a father

Reflecting on this past Father’s Day, I realized that this was my twenty-fourth year celebrating my father. A sense of sadness came over me at this realization. I’ve always admired my dad and have had what I would consider to be a good relationship with him, for which I am immensely grateful. However, I feel…