Wild + One

All the sweet details of our wild little guy’s first birthday party.

Looking for some inspiration for a girly first birthday party? I’ve totally been reminiscing on E’s first birthday. Check it out!

For My Son

There’s something you should know…

I always knew I’d have at least one little girl; when your sister was born, that desire was fulfilled and I thought I was ready for you.

What I did not know, though, was that even after your sister rocked my world and made me a mom, you too would change me forever.

I didn’t know that there were spaces in my heart that were left untouched- reserved especially for you.

I didn’t know you’d wrap me around your little baby fingers, and that the immense love I have for your sister would be so different than the immense love I have for you; a unique love, for each of your unique selves.

I didn’t know you’d be wild and fearless, or that those qualities could simultaneous bring me so much anxiety and so much joy.

I didn’t know you’d have a heart of overwhelming sweetness, offering cuddles and kisses abundant.

I didn’t know your sense of humor would be present so early, or that your silly grin would bring me tears of raw joy.

Thank you for making me a boy-mom, my sweet, wild, “baby bear”; I love you endlessly.

happy 1st birthday 🎈

Sweet Daughter

Sweet Daughter

Your eyes sparkle when you smile.

Your nose wrinkles when you laugh, just like your mom.

You are stubborn and steadfast and determined.

You’re smart as whip and your memory is remarkable.

You like to think that you’re wild (daddy says you’re as wild as a dodge caravan ☺️).

You enjoy the sweet, simple things in life-

Reading for hours, coloring, sorting, and stretching your imagination as far as imaginations can stretch.

You’re a homebody with a spirit of contentment.

I admire you in this.

Your giggle is contagious.

Your hugs are gentle and sweet.

We never have to ask you twice if you’d like to cuddle.

Yes… always yes.

You don’t know it yet, but you already affect lives for the better.

You make friends everywhere we go.

I’ve witnessed your silliness brighten a stranger’s day.

You just might change the world-

In just three years time, you’ve certainly changed mine.

Happiest of birthdays, to you-

Sweet daughter.

Sweet DaughterSweet DaughterPhotography: Sarah Blesener

I Wouldn’t Call It Bliss, But I’d Call It Real

I Wouldn’t Call It Bliss, But I’d Call It Real

Here’s a fun fact for you: I haven’t written a single blog post specifically about marriage since I was engaged, and for one simple reason: I feel I am highly UNqualified to speak on it.

David and I just celebrated five years of marriage. Though it may be a small milestone in the grand scheme of life, it’s a milestone nonetheless.

Would you like to know what I’ve learned in five years of marriage? If you’re still reading this, let’s assume you do.

In five years of marriage I’ve learned: I know absolutely NOTHING about marriage. All of my expectations and all of my picture-perfect dreams of what a husband should be like and how I would be as a wife were simply unrealistic and untrue.

Don’t get me wrong here though- maybe yours is a very romantic marriage and is everything you dreamed it would be. If you’ve been married more than 2-3 years and that’s you…please, give me all of the advice; I’ll take it.

I think the hardest thing I’ve had to let go of is that while we love each other unconditionally, I’ve found that it’s impossible to LIKE each other unconditionally (my goodness have I tried).

And yes, it goes both ways.

The “cute” habits we had when we were dating and newlyweds suddenly aren’t so cute after awhile.

We’ve aged. We’ve changed. In some ways for the better, and in some ways that we need to improve on.

We’ve weathered our share of trials. Some common. Some that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. Ever.

We’re imperfect people, in an imperfect marriage.

But here we are. Five years. It’s hard, you guys. I’m not going to sugar coat it and pretend our marriage is something it’s not.

It’s not always butterflies. It’s not always fun. It’s not always pretty. It’s not always romantic. Its not always wedded bliss.

But man-oh-man. It’s SO REAL. So, SO very real. This man- he knows E V E R Y single part of me. Both the good, and the bad or ugly parts in the depths of my soul. He knows my opinions, the times I’ve judged, the times I’ve been judged; my insecurities, my failures, and my flaws. My past, my present, my hopes and dreams. He doesn’t always like everything he sees; but even still; he chooses to be mine. And I, his. Every day.

I like to think that this realization of expectation versus reality is a sign of maturity. Perhaps it is. But here’s what I know for sure…

Five years of marriage and I can proudly say:

We’re still figuring it out. It’s a beautifully difficult journey learning to do life with another person. A person with different opinions, different annoyances, and different interests.

Love isn’t always pretty. It is ALWAYS worth it, though. This guy- he’s worth the fight. Our marriage- is worth the hard stuff.

Every day we get a little bit better at this marriage stuff. A little bit wiser. A little bit more realistic.

We laugh. We fight. We love.

This is marriage, 5 years in.

And I’d do it all again.

Here’s to the next 5, times forever, my beloved.


I Wouldn’t Call It Bliss, But I’d Call It RealPhotography: Sarah Blesener

Toddler Room

Once it was time for little man to take over the nursery, our sweet girl got to graduate to her toddler room; so, we packed up our guest room, sold the furnishings, put some fresh paint on the walls, and created a special space for our big girl. *insert tears*

E is feisty but she has such a sense of wonder, girly-ness and sweetness about her; I hoped to capture those personality attributes in her room.

We were also able to include some very special pieces;

  • Her bed frame was hand carved over 80 years ago by her great, great grandfather. My grandmother, my mom, and I all had it at one point or another. The rest of her furniture was based around the bed.
  • Her kitchen was built by my grandfather for my mom and her siblings. It was passed down to my cousins, and eventually to my siblings and myself; I’ve since painted it and bought new hardware and it shines like new! Both of the kids can be found playing in this kitchen daily and it brings me so much joy!

A lot of her decor was upcycled from her nursery. We updated her canvas art to reflect her interest in Minnie and Daisy, her flag banner is from her first birthday party, and her oversized unicorn was a gift from an uncle; it’s perfect for making sure she doesn’t fall between the bed and the wall.

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Items and essentials that we purchased for her new room were: cozy pink sheets (seriously, they are SO soft!), a bow pillow, a round white rug, a toddler bed rail, and sheer white curtains from Target; a subtle Minnie Mouse comforter, Minnie and Daisy accent pillow cover (both from Amazon), a mesh canopy from Five below, silk peonies to use as curtain tie backs and ivy for the canopy from Michael’s, a small gray fur rug from IKEA for her reading nook, small crystal chandelier, and floral contact paper (Amazon) for her night stand to cover up some wear and tear. (My mom purchased an adorable Minnie Mouse piggy bank for her for Christmas as well- a perfect addition!)