I love social media for many reasons, keeping up with old friends, making new ones and staying on trend to name a few. I also love that it’s a place to support, encourage and celebrate one another in our adventures. Yet, I find myself questioning my own abilities when I see an image of a trendy mom on an adventure with her eight super stylish children who all happen to be smiling and genuinely looking happy. Why can’t I pull this off? Did I miss a seminar?Read More
Brett and I are apart of a supper club that meets once a month on a rotating house basis. It’s been one of the most enriching life experiences during our season of small children, when the sleepless nights and lack of adult conversation is pressing in on the daily routine. Our first-born kiddos are within months in age, which is certainly what brought our group together, but the constant struggle to raise children and stay sane is the glue that binds us.Read More
“I can’t believe you sold the Fairmount Foursquare” has been on repeat over the past few weeks. It’s a shared reaction by so many of our friends and followers that have journeyed with us over the past 6 years, however, this move proved to be the most shocking.
I don’t recall a conversation where Brett and I agreed to live a life of constant movement, but somewhere along the way we both decided to be led. From the outside, it looks like complete chaos and at times it is, but when we surrender to the small nudge, the details knit together in perfect form.Read More
This year has been a journey of highs and lows. Looking back, I actually began 2016 in tears from a contract that fell through and the uncertainty of where to move next. Moving and transition is not typically an emotional trigger for me, but we had just moved out of the Fresh Farmhouse, our 6th move in a brief 6 years of marriage. I was restless, eager for the next thing and frustrated I couldn’t control the situation. Brett was his typical west coast cool, sensitive but completely un-phased by the setback.Read More
Not a day goes by we don't think about the fresh farmhouse. Maybe it's the fact that we're living next door, or that we are knee deep in the renovation process on a 104 year old home. Either way, it was a great project to dream up and live in and we sure do miss calling it home! Indulge us in a trip down memory lane.Read More