A while back I was invited to my first-ever ornament exchange Christmas lunch with this group of gorgeous ladies. They thought it was funny that I’d never been to one and that I had no clue what I was supposed to do. But the story goes, that I’ve always kept very strict boundaries around my work days and kept any socializing strictly for the evening. I have, of course, known that it restricts me from deeper relationships with some friends and apparently, some really fun get-togethers. But that’s been part of the price I’ve been willing to pay. This year, in an effort to say yes to more things that bring me life, I RSVP’d to this little shindig, knowing that it was the week of GNO. (the shortest & fastest week of my month) But somehow I missed the big picture that I would be out-of-town 10 of the …
How did we already get to that time of year when I am reminded, yet again, that my little baby boys are turning into men? Last year when I wrote “About Santa” it was the story of Noah maturing into an understanding of the magical Christmas tradition about Santa. But Oakley was still so little. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind.
Oh how a year changes things.
Last year, when kids at school told Oakley there was no Santa, he was just sad for them that they didn’t believe. Because of course, when you stop believing, Santa loses his magic. But this year, there’s a new friend at school and she has insisted that there is no Santa. Her mama told her the parents fill the stockings, put the gifts under the tree and (giant gasp!) . . . fly the elf from place to place. This is gut-wrenching news for my …
After I arrived in Orlando for the wedding of my niece Rebecca, my sisters and I were walking through a parking lot downtown. The sun was shining and a beautiful breeze was blowing through our hair. Right at that moment, we saw the reflection of our little crew in the glass on the side of a building. We were all walking, almost in sync, in line, side-by-side. It was like a seen from a funny movie, just before some ridiculous heist attempt. We laughed out loud saying, “Look out! Here comes The MOB Crew!”
And thus, The MOB Crew was born.
My sister was the Mother Of the Bride and we were her crew. Throughout the wedding weekend, we had her back. Whatever she needed, whenever she needed it, we got it done. We got it done with a whole lot of laughter and a little MOB pizzazz (*waves jazz hands*). At …
Do you ever wake up feeling like it’s groundhog day? Like you’re running the exact same gauntlet you ran yesterday? I certainly do and I have a sneaky suspicion you do too.
For those days, there is gratitude.
“Gratitude can transform common days into thanksgivings, turn routine jobs into joy, and change ordinary opportunities into blessings.” William Arthur Ward
Some days you long for rest. Some days you long for adventure, just something outside the normal hum drum. Some days there’s a low – level dissatisfaction with the normalcy and repetitiveness of it all. Then the unthinkable happens, and we long for groundhog day again.
Even for those horrific days, there is gratitude.
At GNO last Thursday, we created Gratitude Buckets for this very reason. Through Chelsey’s Bucket Lists, we made a list intentional experiences we want to share with the people who matter most to us this holiday season. We also created a little space …
Last week was a complete whirlwind. In fact, I wish I had a picture of myself from Saturday evening to share with you today. I was literally laying on the kitchen floor, while hanging out with the family before dinner. I wasn’t being dramatic, that’s truly not my gig. I was just laying there because my whole body was aching, but I still wanted to be present with the fam. They thought it was strange, of course.
But to me, laughable as it was, it was the only way through.
Even in the middle of the craziest weeks though, there are moments to remember. There are moments worth soaking in and relishing. Moments worth holding on to. Moments worth intentionally filing with a sparkly tab that says, “Remember me!”
They make the rest of it worth it.
They are the reason we struggle. They are often only discovered as a result of the struggle. …
As I’ve been preparing for tonight’s Girls Night Out about Thoughtful Gatherings, my mind keeps circling back to the idea of the immeasurable power of women gathering together. The focus of the tonight is more about our gatherings over the holidays and how to cultivate gratitude there. But my heart can only see the magic of how beautiful and special it is that we have this space to come together, with our sister friends, to share stories, ask questions and fuel up for the journey ahead.
It’s like the green room for holiday gatherings.
Just like the green room is the space reserved for the performer or speaker to center and prepare, with only safe people, before their moment on stage, tonight’s GNO is a space to prepare and plan for what’s next. It’s also a space to rest with what is, today. It’s a space to find out you’re not alone, …