My type...

It's not easy being a fantastic mother. The type of mother who will make monkey sounds and dance around in public just to raise her baby's smile. The type of mother who raids every drawer to find that Punky Brewster meets Audrey Hepburn style.

It's not easy being an amazing wife. The type of wife who seduces the word flexible with the word versatile. The type of wife who can slap on a clown nose and still take it to eleven on the sexy dial.

It's not easy to find someone to run away with, mile after mile... someone to holds hands with, to breathe deeply with, as you walk down the aisle.

But somehow, I found her... and somehow, she does it... Every single day she does it all.

Here's to the happiest of birthdays for the most fantastic mother, the most amazing wife, and the best person I've ever known...

Refresher course...

Promises, promises... and another month flies by. Here's to another deep breath, raise of the glass, and old-fashioned try to jump back in.

There just don't seem to be enough moments in these days - but when she curls into all I love and when she looks up to smile - there are more than enough moments to remind me...
Life is good.

January Jones...

I know I have much more in me than one paltry post a month (here's to even more resolutions!), but there should be no excuses for my lack of presence here... however, as busy as we've been, I believe it's more a result of a hard comedown from the insanity of this past holiday season more than anything that's been keeping me currently... anyway, it's time to strap on my cape and smack this blog in the ass once again.

A brief update: Our little one won't stop growing, and though her days of fitting into her superbabygirl outfit may be long gone, her superbabyblues still remain...

Merry Christmas!

Anticipation...

Though she probably doesn't even quite understand the difference between tonight and tomorrow yet... I still think I saw a glimmer of anticipation in our little one's eyes before going to bed about what magic this coming morning may bring.

We spent a bit of time explaining the whole process and...

...pretty sure she's beyond ready for the big man to arrive.

The difference a day makes...

More than anything, today is a day to celebrate life, and how it moves forward ever so beautifully. If only it didn't move ever so quickly.

I would do anything to slow it all down... to find even just one extra moment with her...

Whether it's six months or seven years, it all seemingly passes in a blink of an eye.






All my riches for even a moment more...

What will become...

Sometimes the sun sets just so… and you revel in the idea that you’ve got it all figured out...

And then you take your daughter outside for a mild autumn afternoon dressed like a stuffed sausage prepared to battle an arctic chill.

It's then that you remember how you have absolutely no idea what you’re doing. Even after adjusting for her, all it takes is one look to confirm the notion.

And then you remember just how small you are in the realm of it all, and that the only thing to do is to focus on the untamed, uncontrollable beauty in your life, in your child, and in that sunset…

And revel in how it is just so…