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Legs for days. Also, she needs a bigger bike. Purple if possible but not girly- her requests.

Legs for days. Also, she needs a bigger bike. Purple if possible but not girly- her requests.

Good job, Sister.

Good job, Sister.

This ain’t my first rodeo. I mean, I don’t mean to brag or anything, but my first time was when I was eight years old. Forget that my BFF @jaimethejam totally broke her arm a week later, I will forever take credit for teaching her to ride. In all honesty, this has been a huge source of Mommy shame for me — the fact that I was riding at 5, my brother at 3, and I have a completely athletic, fearless and capable little girl. Despite the timing not being exactly what I had in mind, midday on this blazing hot last day of August, in an empty parking lot, with me and my girl in her hot pink bandana, chucks and tattooed arm, she learned to ride in less than an hour. And I wouldn’t change her red faced sweaty mark of accomplishment for anything in the world - even this milestone happening two years earlier. #ourtimingisnothis

This ain’t my first rodeo. I mean, I don’t mean to brag or anything, but my first time was when I was eight years old. Forget that my BFF @jaimethejam totally broke her arm a week later, I will forever take credit for teaching her to ride. In all honesty, this has been a huge source of Mommy shame for me — the fact that I was riding at 5, my brother at 3, and I have a completely athletic, fearless and capable little girl. Despite the timing not being exactly what I had in mind, midday on this blazing hot last day of August, in an empty parking lot, with me and my girl in her hot pink bandana, chucks and tattooed arm, she learned to ride in less than an hour. And I wouldn’t change her red faced sweaty mark of accomplishment for anything in the world - even this milestone happening two years earlier. #ourtimingisnothis

Even though life circumstances have stolen my happiness lately, my joy has been steadfast and I’ve learned that joy and pain can coexist. Today has been one of those special days where I’ve had both, happiness and joy, and man, it sure has been a special day. This girl is a constant source of happiness for me and I am overwhelmingly thankful for her.

Even though life circumstances have stolen my happiness lately, my joy has been steadfast and I’ve learned that joy and pain can coexist. Today has been one of those special days where I’ve had both, happiness and joy, and man, it sure has been a special day. This girl is a constant source of happiness for me and I am overwhelmingly thankful for her.

Channeling her inner Artemis today.

Channeling her inner Artemis today.

God is within her, she will not fall. | Psalm 46:5

God is within her, she will not fall. | Psalm 46:5

This was fun to watch.

This was fun to watch.

Boom. Kids are asleep at 8, which means I get to pretend to be washing myself for at least an hour and a half. Haha suckas.

Boom. Kids are asleep at 8, which means I get to pretend to be washing myself for at least an hour and a half. Haha suckas.

One Republic with my girl. SO upset The Script bailed tonight! I’ve been pouting for an hour but I think I’ll get over it soon- maybe?

One Republic with my girl. SO upset The Script bailed tonight! I’ve been pouting for an hour but I think I’ll get over it soon- maybe?

Since I for real did not get a single first day of second grade photo - I’ll post this one of my girl, as I sit in my car, drinking my iced vanilla latte, reminiscing about last seven years with this angel of a daughter, feeling sorry for myself (read: shedding a few tears) because I should’ve insisted on walking her in. When life doesn’t turn out how you imagined and most moments are spent questioning and wishing and hurting — it’s these moments of pure gratitude for undeserved joys, such as her, that keep me moving (and crying) but moving nonetheless. #icanthelpit #ivealwaysbeenafeeler #alsoknownasabasketcase

Since I for real did not get a single first day of second grade photo - I’ll post this one of my girl, as I sit in my car, drinking my iced vanilla latte, reminiscing about last seven years with this angel of a daughter, feeling sorry for myself (read: shedding a few tears) because I should’ve insisted on walking her in. When life doesn’t turn out how you imagined and most moments are spent questioning and wishing and hurting — it’s these moments of pure gratitude for undeserved joys, such as her, that keep me moving (and crying) but moving nonetheless. #icanthelpit #ivealwaysbeenafeeler #alsoknownasabasketcase

Today I pretended like I was one of those awesome Moms who bakes homemade cookies with their children. No lie, first ever batch of homemade cookies. Happy birthday, Mike. You can look forward to the next batch when you turn 50.

Today I pretended like I was one of those awesome Moms who bakes homemade cookies with their children. No lie, first ever batch of homemade cookies. Happy birthday, Mike. You can look forward to the next batch when you turn 50.

Baby Bubba loves balloons.

Baby Bubba loves balloons.

She could never go back and make some of the details pretty. All she could do was move forward and make the whole beautiful.
Terri St. Cloud

She could never go back and make some of the details pretty. All she could do was move forward and make the whole beautiful.
Terri St. Cloud

When you torture your child in the name of tickling.

When you torture your child in the name of tickling.

School supplies. And yes, that would be feathers upon my child’s head. I stopped asking a while ago.

School supplies. And yes, that would be feathers upon my child’s head. I stopped asking a while ago.