It was the kind of morning that makes me want to melt into a puddle and disappear (Wicked Witch of the West style, but make it tired mom.)
Hi! I’m Rebecca, lover of Jesus, my hubby, good hot tea and great conversations! I claim a little town in western North Carolina as my home, but Texas has stolen my country-girl heart.
All in Motherhood
It was the kind of morning that makes me want to melt into a puddle and disappear (Wicked Witch of the West style, but make it tired mom.)
Valentine’s Day is my favorite holiday. This is a wildly unpopular opinion.
Having it all isn’t great, and it is especially horrible when I find myself trying to force my family to conform to something that doesn’t work for us right now.
Suddenly, I was hoping that no one could hear me throwing up between the paper thin walls of a 1920’s gas station-turned-office, and I found that I really didn’t care half as much about those plans.
What I thought would be an easy 4-5 minute “yes” feels like it has turned into a 30 minute disaster.
They don’t have to be complex to be meaningful. They can be so simple!
But there’s something sweet about prepping food to collectively bring to the table and share with each other.
*This post was brought to you by one hand while the other was holding a nursing newborn.
It is hard to write a story that I’m still living. I think this phrase almost daily.
I cut this year’s reading goal in half…
The winter months are typically a welcome reprieve from the hot Texas summers for this non-native.
After six weeks of this newborn thing, I now have a “must have” list and wanted to write it down so I wouldn't forget it! I figured I might as well share it here for those of you who are preparing for your own little ones!