I am always grateful when a girl is willing to share her secret after being asked, “Where did you get that?!” Who doesn’t want to go to a website or store knowing for a fact that you’re going to buy something you definitely love because you’ve already seen it on, or used by, someone else? It’s the best! I thought it would be fun to share a personal list of 10 Pretty Things I Don’t Want to Live Without and the reasons why I love them!
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My husband and I may just be some of the biggest fans of sushi ever. We go almost every weekend – I know, CARBS! – but we love it and can’t get ourselves to stop eating rolls. Green Chile Rolls, Salmon Mania Rolls, Philadelphia Rolls – they’re all just too good to resist! However, during my pregnancy, I chose not to eat sushi. I didn’t want to steal that guilty pleasure from my husband though; let’s be honest, he needed something to keep him going while dealing with a crazy, hormonal wife 😉 So instead of sushi, I would order Chicken Fried rice while gawking over my husband’s salmon sashimi plate.
You may be really, really happy.
But you are not the happy that I think you are.
Your life may actually be pretty perfect according to your standards.
But it’s not the perfect that I think it is.
Because from behind my computer screen, I cannot see your real happiness.
First of all – can we please celebrate the fact that my husband, Jesse, and I have kept a little human alive and (mostly) happy for one whole year?! There were moments in the beginning of this mom life – running off of two hours of sleep, recovering from labor and trying to figure out the mess that is nursing – when I literally felt like I couldn’t do it for one more day. But goodness, how so much has changed! I have learned so much from this little boy and I can only dream about the adventures, excitement and craziness that the future holds for our little family. He absolutely lights up our lives with his continual laughter, joy and huge personality. He is my continual breath of fresh air – and now he’s ONE!
In the past few months, I have had a few really good hair days and a handful of mornings where I walk out the door feeling completely confident in my own skin. But if I’m honest, it is much more common for me to leave the house feeling nearly as “blah” as I did when I first woke up that morning – criticizing and highlighting every area that makes me feel unattractive or insecure. I become consumed by my beauty – or lack thereof.
When given the option of ‘Fight or Flight’, more often than not, I have chosen flight. I’m a runner. I have run from difficult relationships because it’s easier that way. I like easy. I know all too well that the people who push my buttons have the ability to expose the ugliness of my heart. I want, more than anything, to protect myself by shutting down and running away from the relationship.
This Frozen Caramel Frappuccino Pie is one of my favorites to make year-round, but especially in the summer! I live in Albuquerque, New Mexico where the desert heat can bear down on you and make you want to hide inside and eat cold treats until the beautiful Fall season arrives. I do really love swimming and sunshine, but there is something about Albuquerque in the Fall that is pretty magical!
Our bright, white kitchen it is one of my favorite parts of our home! My husband and I moved out of our very first 1,400 square foot home and into our new house almost two years ago. We were just getting back from a vacation to the North Island of New Zealand, and immediately following our 13-hour flight and a little bit of sleep, we got the keys and started moving in! It was slightly chaotic and we were jet-lagged, but the excitement superseded the tiredness and we had a blast.
I really did love everything about our new home, but I was hesitant about the size of our kitchen. I am in the kitchen A LOT, and that was the one space that I just didn’t love. We both knew early on that this wasn’t intended to be our “dream home”and that was perfectly okay, but I still want to enjoy our space during the time that we call it home.
In my first few weeks as a new mom, I was in tears nearly every other day as I questioned the new role that I had been given and who I was “supposed” to be. I didn’t recognize my face in the mirror. This woman was exhausted, without a shower for three (okay, maybe four) days and continuously nagging and snapping at my husband. I kept reiterating to myself, “This isn’t who I am. I have become the person I promised myself I would never be.” But it is very much who I was. My identity was shaken.