Author: Anissa Berasi

The Magic Within Us

A crew of family from the tri-state area recently returned from a week-long trip to Disney World.  We flew down South to enjoy Florida in the fall and soak up all the magical moments Mickey and friends have to offer. If only it were that simple. As many of you may already be aware (and perhaps painfully so), planning a Disney trip is not for the faint of heart.  This was compounded in that there were 16 of us in total with ranging interests in and tolerance of the Disney experience.  We stuck to the imposed deadlines for dinner reservations and rigorously planned in hopes...

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Procrastination at its Finest

I recently listened to a TED Radio Hour Podcast that focused on slowing down.  The overall message was that in some instances, slowing down the way we work and think, can actually facilitate a more creative process and help you become more effective. So I waited. And waited.  I’m still procrastinating as I type.  Hoping inspiration for this blog post will strike any minute now…. All kidding aside, I am always looking for ways to slow down this crazy, beautiful life of mine so I already buy into the concept these TED speakers were selling.  As I listened to the podcast, I tried to soak up as many tips and tricks to obtain a calmer, slower cadence to my every day life.  This is one battle in which I’m afraid I will always be engaged, but as I slowed down this week, I’d like to think that I wouldn’t have noticed a few special things in my world if not for my conscious effort. Complete and total unsolicited kindness of Noah who drew personalized drawings for my husband and I and left them on our master bedroom pillows.  He didn’t waste a single word announcing how thoughtful and creative he is.  He didn’t expect a thing in return.  My heart will break the day he stops leaving me these little love notes. Although it’s 80 degrees today, we actually should be in...

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How to Organize Legos

If you have children that are into Legos you know what a daunting task it can be to contain the Legos in an organized manner. You look at the bricks used to build a space station, Ninjago lair, pirate ship, etc. covering the floor and think: “Ok.  We’ll sort these by Lego set.  Find the directions and match them to the accompanying bricks for each set.  Place them in a bin.  Label the bin.  Tuck them away in the closet.  When you play with them, you can find the set that you’re looking for, take it out, and when you’re done, you return it to the properly labeled bin.  Ok?” I mean, to me, this seems very reasonable. Logical even.  Preschool 101.  Shouldn’t be too hard. You confidently walk into Target and purchase bins. Some with lids.  Maybe a few sets of drawers.  These will work well for the teeny, tiny Lego people you tell yourself.  All those miniscule heads and interchangeable hair pieces.  Yea, we got this. Spend an ENTIRE Sunday sorting. Get distracted every 15 minutes by the cool Lego thing you’re building.  Eventually you can see the actual rug of your child’s room.  You give your child a high five.  We did it. And then somehow, despite your well thought out plan and herculean efforts, the next weekend you find yourself faced with a familiar rainbow...

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Dance Me to the End of Love

The day I met you, I knew in my heart that you were my man. You weren’t as confident about our celestial pull at first (and I will never let you live that down), but I can honestly say I have never doubted your magnetic qualities.  We quickly fell in love amidst house parties, happy hours, and soccer games. You opened my eyes to so many new things and brought out the ounce of adventurous spirit that I had buried deep within me.  You inspired me to work hard and forgive easy.  Again and again, I poured you into my heart and found that I am my best and true self when I’m with you. Ten years have passed since the day we became husband and wife. I still admire how driven and smart you are.  I love that you draw me maps instead of giving me directions and listen to me when I tell you in excruciating detail about the book I’m reading.  You are the best dad – incomparable.  It’s crazy to think of all that has happened over the years; still, some details of that sunny September day will never be forgotten… I walked down the church’s center aisle at exactly 4:00 p.m. to my handsome groom who greeted me with a shy smile. You managed not to step on my cathedral length veil; however, you...

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Picture Day

Family pictures might be right at the top of the list of things that cause me to have low level panic attacks. I play the role of stylist, logistics coordinator, and financier to make it happen.  I usually work myself up into a frenzy thinking about the Who, What, When, Where, and How.  The Why is always a known variable:  To capture images of my kids as they are today – A seven year old boy with a golden honey tan only achievable by spending a summer outside. He is trademarked by the gaping hole where his baby front tooth was once a placeholder. A five year old boy with the cutest smirk of a smile and the constant twinkle of mischief in his eyes. And a three year old girl with unruly curly cues and streaks of blond highlights just weeks shy of her very first haircut. They will never be this version of themselves again and I ache to remember every detail. It is easy to lose sight of the true motivations of the event while percolating over the smallest details of the hour.  Stress is a thief like that. I’ve been consistently remind myself that life is full of trying moments and unexpected obstacles in order to alleviate the massive amounts of pressure to get it right on a daily basis.  To remind myself that life...

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