Non-Maternity Skinny Jeans

Jeans: Target | T-shirt: Asos | Sleeveless blazer: Target | Hat: Target | Slides: Target | Sunnies: Ray-Bans 

These days, 98.7% of my closet is unusable in my current state. I MISS MY CLOTHES! I miss high-rise jeans that button, oxford shirts, seeing my feet, and heels that just don't fit swollen phalanges right now. I'm tired of flowy tees and side panel pants that don't seem to stay up.

The other day I was desperate for a bit of normalcy, to feel like myself again. I was on a rampage digging through my closet to find a pair of jeans that still fit. Low and behold, I put these on and I heard angels singing. I don't know why, don't know how, but somehow these babies fit.

*All the praise hand emojis*
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Turning 30

This past week both husband and I turned 30. I don't know how it happened. It sort of caught me by surprise, somehow forgetting what age I would actually be. 29 seemed logical to me. But alas, we've hit a new decade together and now several days in I'm realizing it's not so bad.

On each day respectively, we didn't do much as it was a work day for the both of us. I wanted to do something special for husband so I thought 30 gifts for 30 years. Not all were significant--candy, socks, clothes, etc but I tried to find all of his favorite things. He was shocked when he got home to find a huge stack of presents. "What is that????" It took a while to open all 30 gifts and it was a silly hour laughing together and a little boy trying to steal chocolate.

Over the weekend, he surprised me with a kidless night arranging for Liam to have a sleepover at his auntie and uncle's. It was our first night ever away from Liam. It was strange to not think about bedtime and a little voice waking me up in the morning but it was such a treat to spend one on one time with my mister. I realized we need to make this more of a priority even if it means just stealing a few hours away together. (BIG thanks to my in-laws for creating such a fun night for Liam!)

Here's to 30!


To My Sons

Robe: Pink Blush Maternity, c/o

I have loved your father for nine years and we've been friends for twenty. He's been a part of my life more than he has not. We have quite the story, him and I, that one day we'll sit down and share with you. 

I can't help but think God knew the world needed more men like him and that's why He gave us two. Our story began when we were ten. Kids who enjoyed petty conversation over McDonalds nuggets or a Starbucks latte. When he told me he loved me and that he always would. We loved deeply as oceans and continents separated us. Dozens of flights, countless emails and phone calls sealed our love and then we wed amongst the ocean breeze. 

Him and I and also you.

I have many hopes for you both.

My greatest hope that you come to know His redeeming love, the power of His grace and that you grow in His wisdom. I pray you love deeply, caring about this broken world and all its people. I hope you are kind and compassionate, full of grace and humility. The world changes when we love, really love, those who are in it. Don't be selfish and please don't be safe. I beg of you. Love is uncomfortable but it's simple 1 Cor. 13:4-8. 

Find someone who ignites your self-worth. Be the kind of man who is patient, forgiving, and apologetic. Display these often. Who doesn't belittle, who encourages his wife to be strong and courageous. Who sees her worth and capabilities. Be the man who calls her out but doesn't use her flaws against her. 

Compassion. Grace. Gentleness. Self-control.

Love someone who stands behind you. Who gives you a standing ovation for small victories. Someone who is willing to move mountains and stand in the valleys with you. Love someone who is courageous and makes you brave. Love someone that makes you better. Find a partner who respects you. And most importantly, someone who has surrendered to His free gift.

Love each other hard. Unconditionally. Unprovoked. Selflessly. Dangerously. 

Marry your best friend. Someone you want to stay in the room with. Who boasts with pride when spoken of you. Laugh together. The kind of laughter that makes your belly ache and your cheeks sore. Be silly together. Enjoy the little moments like conversations over McDonalds nuggets and a Starbucks latte. 

I do not say these things lightly. I know them to be true. For I found them in your daddy.


Styling the Bump: Joggers

 Jean jacket: Gap | Sweatshirt: Target | Joggers: Gap | Sneakers: New Balance (old), similar style | Sunnies: Vans | Necklace: Stella & Dot, c/o

I cannot be bothered to put on real clothes on the weekends. It's hard having a corporate 9-5 job when your bump is poppin' out of every shirt. For some reason, they require a level of professionalism and class. Weird. :) So when the weekend rolls around, this is as good as it gets these days. I'm now officially uncomfortable instead of just moderately comfortable. Dresses are hit or miss; jeans are definitely out of the question.

Speaking of jeans. Over the belly jeans don't fit when your bump hasn't popped and then when it does they just want to slide down all the live long day. Side panel jeans are more comfy and definitely less hot but no matter if I size down, they always seem too big in the belly area.

And so...here we are wearing joggers because duh.

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