The last time my feet touched the sand, I was 22 weeks pregnant, clueless to the fact that I would give birth to a charming boy on a sunny day in February; but now here we were, a family a three in love with the ocean and in love with each other.
Sounds inpired by Summer.
We took Ellis to the ocean this last week where the water rhythmically danced back in forth in most spectacular blue we had ever seen. Brian & I both spent our childhoods in California, and coming to the coast always feels a bit like coming home. This time around we went to Laguna Beach, which was a bit crowded, but still comfortable. I so loved watching Ellis react as his toes touched the sand for the first time, he truly is such a curious little boy and his wonderment brings a whole new sphere of magic into my life.
It all started the other night when I crawled into bed, weary but more fulfilled than I ever had been. I laid there, with not even the energy to roll over and face my husband, and so I looked up past the ceiling as if I was speaking to the heaven's, and I whispered, "when we're 95, sitting outside,...
I was sitting there, breastfeeding Ellis, sitting right in heaped in middle of the floor, flooding with emotions as we had just said our farewells to my brother for the next two years, and in that moment life gave me the mixed brilliance of a prismatic display on my sweet baby's soft skin. It was the sun bursting through...
Allowing there to be room to evolve is especially important, not just in our regular day to day lives, but I believe that all aspects of problem-solving and creativity truly feeds off of evolution, and with that being said, we only hurt ourselves when we try to fit into a certain mold and refrain from exploration.
It takes an inner sense of bravery to pack up only two suitcases and leave everything you've ever known. It takes a greater understanding of purpose, it takes holding onto the answer to the all too familiar question, "why am I here?", it takes a sort of faith bound plunge into the unknown and into the unavoidable challenges, yet with eyes searching, soul in tune to the greatest of happiness and joys.
Over the past week, I had the unique opportunity to stage a home before it went up for sale. I loved every second of the process, and I think that was physically visible as Brian said it was the first time where he could really see my creative fire burning at full force. The theme of this home was simple, comfortable, warm, and inviting. I wanted to create a space that future families looking at the property could envision themselves in without it being over the top empty or too cluttered with unnecessary pieces or personal items.
The idea behind this humanitarian ripple effect is giving families just like yours, and just like mine, the chance to their stories documented while simultaneously helping rewrite someone else's for the better.
You are in charge of your own happiness, no one else's validation or encouragement can move mountains the way self-respect and self-love can. And when self-respect and self-love become your good friends find people with that same conviction to those principles; it's easy to continue on when your loved ones are headed in the same direction.