Does anybody else feel a little crazy with their December calendars this year? I'm telling you, I've planned for us to attend so many holiday events, my head is spinning. Graham came down with strep throat this week, which brought last night's plan of a Messiah singalong at UVA to a hard stop. Honestly, I was grateful for the night off. As you scope out your month of merriment, here are ten ways to enjoy the holidays without breaking the bank. Just don't be like me and do all ten! 1. Make a . . .
A few weeks ago, I got in the holiday spirit and temporarily lost my mind. Maybe it was because last December was so very quiet with a newborn in the house. Maybe it was because the older three kids are at such fabulous ages for attending Christmas events. Maybe I just wanted to go all out, I don't know. But I bought tickets to, and RSVP'd for, just about every holiday outing Charlottesville has to offer (stay tuned for my post tomorrow about tried and true Christmas activities for the whole . . .
It's the most wonderful time of the year and from now until Christmas, Lorae will be bringing us the Company Memo with a mix of items you will want under your tree, and non-gift ideas to enjoy the season with family and friends. I love the idea of creating a dream jar with your loved ones and adding to it this month, then taking it back out next New Year's to see what wishes came true. Thanks for another inspiring Memo, Lorae! Adorn: Hand-Painted Ornaments We are all busy decking the halls . . .
I'd only known Britt—a warm, hospitable, lovely new pal—for a few months before she told me about her best childhood friend, Al. The story was so tragic and heartbreaking I could hardly believe what I was hearing, but I also noticed an urgency in Britt's voice that I now recognize as a passion to see Al's story told and awareness raised about Postpartum Depression. If this blog is anything at all, it is a place for women to gather, connect, and truth tell, even when those truths are hard to . . .
Clearing out my phone messages the other day, I found this text chain with my neighbors the night before Winnie was born. About a month earlier, we had asked these friends to be our standbys when it was time to head to the hospital. Within minutes of texting them after I'd gone into labor, someone volunteered to spend the night, and others made plans to get the children to school the next morning. Graham and I backed out of the driveway that night knowing that our little people were being loved . . .