My husband turned fifty earlier this month. I wanted to give him a gift that was purposeful, somehow acknowledging this milestone in meaningful way. I struggled with how to do that. Then the idea of compiling fabulous quotes for someone turning fifty came to me. Whenever I have searched for meaning, needed inspiration, or struggled
…a funny thing happens as you get older (besides hangovers becoming more painful): you start to prioritize things differently.
Four years ago today, a tiny baby boy with an incongruously long name made me a mommy.
Anyone who knows me well knows that I hate my birthday. I do not know why I hate it, but I do. Even though I am very ok with not celebrating, people still insist on asking me what I want for gifts. This year, for my 30th birthday, I know exactly what I DON’T want. I do not want anyone to ask me these 10 things ever again…
My birthday is this weekend. I’m hoping to go out to dinner and I’d prefer sushi but I wouldn’t say no to a steak. Actually, I wouldn’t say no to Mexican food, Chinese food, or a gorgeous piece of lasagna. I’m going to want bread, an appetizer, and dessert (mmmm…crème brulee). And I’ll need at
Some of you may remember April 4, 2011 as the night that the UConn Husky men’s basketball team beat the underdog Butler Bulldogs to win the NCAA tournament. Perhaps you were blissfully unaware of the hurricane that started turning that very same day. He was named Zachary Collin and made landfall at 9:23am. At 9 lbs 2 oz, he was
One of my favorite traditions in December occurs one week prior to Christmas and has little to do with the holiday. In fact it is a celebration of a different birth. One that occurred 94 years ago in 1922. It is the celebration of Sophie. Sophie is mother of three, grandmother of six, great-grandmother of
My sweet Caroline, It’s the night before your fifth birthday and I’m laying in bed thinking about how lucky I am to be the one who gets to be your mom. I’m not sure where these past five years have gone, but I do know that they have been the best five years of my
To my Baby: My beautiful, tiny, pink, wrinkly, chicken-legged, newborn baby. You are one. It’s such a strange feeling. It seems like just yesterday when I became your mom, but the last 12 months feel like 12 years worth of events rolled into one. I have to say that I’ve got a little bit of