Dr. Seuss once said, “You never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” What stunning and poignant words. I’m trying desperately to catch each one, and hold on to it just long enough for an imprint to stay behind. To grasp all of the beautiful and wretched like my favorite old polaroids which always remain in my head, and never fade with the passing of time. There’s been so much life swirling inside this living of mine, and all I’ve been begging of myself is to write it down and remember. For too long. So here goes!

Some long sentiments, some short. Some light, some dark. Some weightless as a feather and some heavy as a wrecking ball. But I’d like to preserve it all in this form. And look back on it when I need to, when I want to. To show my babies. And tell a few stories. I hope you will find a little something here to stir up your head and heart, with a splash of solace and a dollop of joy on the side...

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Sending so much LOVE to each and every one of you this Valentine’s from Miss Georgia Grace ❤️ Best photo ever by the incredible @rachaelboutwell ✨
MAGIC-Ok where do I begin? Did y’all see this absolutely stunning performance?! First of all, it was one of the most lovely and serene family moments we’ve EVER had. The kind I will remember when I’m in my sunset years- well rested, alone on the couch, in the blistering silence, and I will think about the minutes I would give anything to live over and over again. Watching this together as a family. Music is healing-I wouldn’t say we are used to many quiet moments with these 4 littles, but they all went into complete silence when @tracychapmanonline started her brilliant playing, and continued motionless until the last note. That never happens, it just doesn’t. Our house can be summed up as pure chaos in this season. Georgia Grace sat plump in my lap, in literal stillness-completely mesmerized by the sheer simplicity and beauty of the genius that is “Fast Car”. The same way that I was so entranced by this song back in 1988. I would legit pray for it to come on the radio again. When they aired the story tonight, and @lukecombs was talking about driving around in his dads truck as a little boy, constantly listening to that song, and then we all got to watch him sing it with her on stage-I was goosebumped head to toe. And @colemantime, did I see tears falling when you were telling the kids how this is what dreams are made of? I know that’s a yes! It’s cool, real men cry for the greatest songs of all time, the kinds that bring all ages and generations together to watch and listen. It was beautiful, one of the greatest Grammy moments there have ever been. Did y’all love it?!?! Was it everything pure and beautiful and timeless and nostalgic and perfect? Good lord I sure do think so. I sure do. These are the real music moments-the ones that bring our hearts and minds back to their most settled places, the ones that form a halo over division and help us all to remember that we are all in this together. There is more connective tissue between us than we realize, thank God for these glorious reminders in the form of a song…
Mornin’ time…
Dear parents, it’s our longest and possibly most important day of the year, Christmas Eve! I am praying for strength, energy, and piles of grace for all of us today (to bestow upon ourselves and our adorable and crazy children-big or small). We are the master puppeteers pulling off the entire Christmas performance-the fridge and wardrobe inventory managers, the menu planners, the gift curators and purchasers, the joy sprinklers, the creators of our own-one day sacred-family traditions at the holidays. In addition to our usual 24/7 role of physical and emotional caretaker, doctor, sock pair keeper and having to make sure we don’t run out of gas-we have a LOT to accomplish before midnight. No matter what your “survival” bio may look like (mine includes life saving husband, nanny, and mom living down the street) we are easily left depleted. And no words for the single, struggling mamas trying to pull this off. Let’s all ask Jesus for an extra helping of patience today, of grace for whatever our situation is-of love to pour out on our babies-of smiles on our weary faces no matter the hardship-of gentleness and joy as we are creating memories that will last our loved ones a lifetime. Let those Polaroids in the reel of their minds be forever lovely. It’s ok if you lose it, I threw a bag of cashews at my kids yesterday in the backseat after a day of adventures. I rarely cuss but I said get in the damn car in a parking lot full of others (I’m embarrassed mom you would have never done that), which shocked them to their core-then I had to say no matter how y’all are acting I’m not supposed to treat you like that. Jesus and Santa are watching. Please forgive me. Then Stella said she hopes I make it back to nice list by tomorrow. Me too. I want presents. They get it-they see the real me. The one that loves them madly but also loses it from time to time, the one that tries so hard to regulate their emotions then loses control of my own. We are human, and it’s Christmas, and we want it to be wonderful. 
Forgive yourself, forgive your kids, give them free Christmas presents in the form of piles of grace and kindness and laughter. We all need so much of it, Merry Christmas!