This weekend was my favorite. The weather was perfect, the schedule was light, and the children were agreeable. While Graham took the kids to breakfast at Marie Bette on Saturday, I hit up the farmers market and saw the first few harvested pumpkins, a sign that autumn is right around the corner. This prompted me to run right out and buy a new fall candle, Pumpkin Butter, which is the yummiest scent I've found in a while and is 25% off through the end of the month at Wood Wick. That night we . . .
I gotta tell ya', I am loving Lorae's list on the Company Memo this week. The website and movement Becoming Unbusy is really speaking to me during this season of life. After getting serious about carving out sacred space for connection and rest in our family, we have been intentional about limiting our children's after-school activities this year in order to preserve our weeknight time together. I love the resources the website provides and can't wait to read more. Thanks, Lorae, as always, for . . .
I have long-admired the photography work of my friend Signe Clayton. A dual citizen of Denmark and the United States, Signe is a remarkably talented and authentic human being; she is so generous with her craft that I often find her documenting get-togethers with girlfriends or sharing tips on photography and videography with amateurs like me. I was pleased to have Signe document my family for a Storytelling Session last weekend and I am delighted to introduce her on the blog today! You . . .
I met my friend Janean over breakfast. We both attended the same MOPS group when our children were just babes. We mothers would come in bleary-eyed from months of lack of sleep; we'd fill our coffee cups and our plates and enjoy the first real meal we'd had that week. Janean always brought in the most delicious breakfast items and I soon learned that she beautifully nurtures others through food. Earlier this year, Janean took her loves of food and people and became the Fredericksburg Foodie. She . . .
On Friday, I celebrated the seventh anniversary of my 30th year as my husband so elegantly put it on our way out to dinner that night. I love his sense of humor, y'all, but I have to say, I am not really concerned about inching closer to the Big 4-0. Sure, I wish there were fewer lines under my eyes, and I have been seeing grays ever since the twins were babies (I blame multiples), but I feel so profoundly fortunate for my life and for my health that I don't dwell on the fact that the years are . . .