
sweet old soul I see you you see me a bond intangible forever ours my sweet old soul
Emma, our oldest, is spending a few days in Michigan with her grandparents and I am missing her somethin’ fierce! The child who talks more than the rest of us combined, who often asks me the same question ten times daily, who refuses to “remember” how to keep her bedroom tidy…that sweet, lively, at-times exhausting...

A former coworker once described parenting as looking into a mirror that magnifies all your best and worst qualities. One beautiful mess. At the time, I had yet to enter into parenthood, and still the illustration stuck with me. All these years later, it’s safe to say I now experience what that seasoned parent was...

During what felt like the coldest, longest Tennessee winter EVER, I spent a great deal of time day-dreaming of all things springlike. Recalling what the morning sun on my shoulder feels like or the scent of peonies immediately following a soaking rain, and then convincing myself these small treasures would soon return when at last...