Family

All in the family

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I am beyond elated to share that a few days ago my little sister, Lizzie, got engaged! I could not be happier for these two – her fiance, Eric, is one of the most stand-up guys I’ve ever met and their relationship is so kind, calm, generous, and loving. They are an inspiration.

I can’t wait to see the beautiful life these two create. Congratulations!

Travel

And now….

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You know how sometimes you walk around all day thinking about something you need to do, but despite thinking about it literally thirteen hundred times it never actually gets done?

This thing is the first thought to pop into your head in the morning, and you say to yourself “I must do that thing today!” Then as you wash your hair you remind yourself to do it right after breakfast. In between playground visits and loads of laundry and writing and bill paying it keeps popping into your head but you finish the task you’re on and then something else commands your attention and then suddenly it’s midnight and you are like “Fuck. I definitely did not do that thing I was going to do”

My blog has been that thing. For like a week. HA! Terrible.

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Travel

Gracias por todo

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When you lead a deliberately small and measured life, there is a certain pleasure to be had in the novelty of temporary excess.

How sweet then for this week, to wholeheartedly embrace too much.

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Eco-Friendly Living, Family, Motherhood, Olive, Travel

#MomVacation

The other night my friend Audrey and I were discussing my impending trip, and after I hung up I couldn’t stop laughing. Oh god, how things have changed.

Before having a child I would have been looking forward to the white sand beaches, endless ocean swims, the buffets, the drinks. I would be reading up on the locale, the activities, shopping for my travel wardrobe.

Now? Now the highlights look like this:

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Musings

Moving

 

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Well, I’m knee deep in boxes, living out of a suitcase, and preparing to move. (Again.)

It’s almost funny how familiar it feels. At the end of this month, I will have moved four times in a year.

I have been in this house just eight months, and it feels very strange to say goodbye so soon, to something I thought would be so permanent.

I placed a lot of hope in this house. Its four walls represented the entirety of a dream I’d been hungering after for years. Stability, security, a chance for our little family to finally put down roots and grow. But just a few months after we moved in, unbeknownst to me, the slow tearing down of my marriage had begun.

This house wasn’t what I thought it would be. You weren’t who I thought you were.

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