Hazel's birth story video popped up in my timeline on FB today and hit me right in the feels. 😭😭 I am so thankful for @candidthreephotography for giving us this beautiful keepsake. Tiffany was amazing. From driving over and hour multiple times because they kept changing my csection time to holding me hand in the operating room when I was scared out of my mind. She was there for it all! Full video link with music in my BIO. #hazelnoellawson
It has been such a hard couple of weeks. I feel like I am barely keeping my head above water. I think we are going to be taking a long break from BR. I will continue to work with a couple of our beloved shops and continue to post but it has just become so overwhelming. My mom is in the hospital and it's been a hard time for our family, but I just have shops asking about their photos over and over again. It makes us feel so crappy. Honestly. We are human. We are a family. We are struggling. I promise I am doing my best. I will get everyone their photos the best that I can. But we will not be taking any new collabs or shops for a while. I apppreciate all of our supportive shops and the love that most of you guys have shown us. We just need to focus on our family right now. ❤️ #hazelnoellawson
I walk into our kitchen to find a trail of crayons (in ROYGBIV order, of course 🌈) on our dining table. A few moments later it is joined by paints, pencils, and markers. My middle child, in her My Little Pony nightgown, moves cautiously around the table, setting up her art supplies juuuuuust right. She steps back to admire her arrangement and props her chin on her hand. "I'm just feeling a little creative, Mom." Ah, the self-awareness of a seven year-old. Go for it, babe. We'll eat dinner on the couch. 😉💗
The road stretched out for miles in front of our 1990 Mazda MPV, my brother and I situated with our Walkman's and snacks in the back seat, a small TV/VCR combo wedged between the front seats where my parents replenished our viewings of Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck, our favorites at the time. It was the epic road trip of 1992, when my family piled into our van and made the journey from Southern California to Northern Vermont, with a few stops in between (Hello, Mt. Rushmore! Hello, Quebec!) to visit my maternal grandparents. I feel that as a kid, you're either the type of family who goes on vacations to new destinations, or, you're the kid like me, who's family was speckled throughout the country so every trip ended at a relative's house. Even though I am California-born, my New England roots run deep and the Green Mountains of Vermont bring a familiar comfort to me, the highway winding between the peaks in the fog. That road trip was the first of many, and after our move to Arkansas years later, we were all happy to see the stretch of space between our home and Vermont shrink by several inches on the map. There are hints of my Vermont-love sprinkled throughout my house, whether it's the pure maple syrup in the fridge (gallon jugs replenished by my Mom after her trips up north) or my collection of Bennington Pottery, creamy white bowls and plates, smooth with glaze, straight from Bennington, Vermont, that fill my cabinets (and, in this case, my dishwasher). We take pieces of our childhood with us as we grow into adults, especially those bent towards the sentimental (like yours truly). And now when my own family gathers for dinner, the Oklahoma fields stretching far outside our windows, I love that a small piece of Vermont joins us at the table, the creamy plates and rounded bowls, a part of our dinner conversation and the memories we make at the table. Have a lovely Thursday, friends!
А июнь вообще в курсе что он лето?
Сегодня утром, взглянув в окно, я заплакала.
Моими слезами можно было бы заполнить целую бутылку из-под новый Sprite вкус огурец, и пить без остановки, и то было бы вкуснее.
Как раз стоя под этим освежающим дождем со снегом.
Увидев парня в тонкой куртке, который согнувшись мужественно шёл навстречу этому ледяному и беспощадному ветру, прикрываясь газеткой, я снова заплакала.
Я пыталась орать ему с балкона “беги глупец” но он уже упал и замёрз насмерть. А мурашки на моих ногах порвали колготки.
Я молча вернулась в комнату, не обращая внимания на вырванную ветром балконную дверь, которая болталась на верхнем шпингалете, и легла
на кровать, судорожно всхлипывая.
И стала утешать себя мыслью, что так будет не всегда.
Скоро станет легче.
Месяца через 4 дадут отопление.
С первым летним снегом, друзья ❄️
Какой смайл сегодня у вас за окном?