And so it goes...

Recent West coast transplant just settling back into the Midwest. Wife, mama, yogi, music loving, social working project manager. Welcome to my little nook.

There are days

Some days, I just don’t know how to do it anymore. The awkward pauses and brief glances and crushed silences are too much. The pregnant moments. I miss the footsteps and the familiar smells and redundant days, but I can’t bear the weight right now. I don’t have the strength I once did. I’m tired.

But there is pre-school in the morning. And feisty firefighters. And FEMA grants. And next steps. And a life—happiness—to live fully. We are only what we experience. And it is all necessary—and also a salvation.

Here’s to figuring it out, good or bad. Baby steps, new beginnings or finding the way.

And thanking sweet baby Jesus for a shit ton of sauv blanc.

This boy. His bubbles, his boots and his blonde hair. He gets me through the days, and teaches me more than I will ever, ever be able to instill in him.
huffingtonpost:

An elephant could be the best alarm clock.
(Source: Imgur)

For you, Ali.

huffingtonpost:

An elephant could be the best alarm clock.

(Source: Imgur)

For you, Ali.

Just can’t quite jump on the maple/bacon/cupcake bandwagon. Trust me, I tried.
thecooknook:

I just need this on my blog.

Yep

thecooknook:

I just need this on my blog.

Yep

(Source: tastefullyoffensive)

Natale, ruling Naples.
Yep.
Mama D two days post surgery—her second full knee replacement in 6 weeks. Still smiling(meds, anyone?) and up and around.
Note there are a few repeats from last week, as they weren’t actually made—I needed some pizza and Thai in my life. Also cooked/prepped everything thru Wednesday, so evenings are freed up for extra gym time. Comin’ at ya’, Key Largo!
Fueling up for a long run.