Known.

Hi, Love.

Welcome to a safe place. Maybe you’re here because you’re a dear friend of mine (bless your sweet heart). Maybe you’re here because you’ve seen the posts about my children and you’re in to hear more about the she(s) to my nanigans. Maybe you’re here because you’re hoping to connect with another Mama that’s army crawling to bedtime like a stained soldier of motherhood. And maybe you’re a woman not quite into my season of life, that just wants to know what the heck life looks like for another messy human who doesn’t have it all together.

Whoever you are – I’m grateful for your presence here. I hope that you will find yourself welcome, and known. My most significant hope is that you will find yourself wondering how I know these parts of you. Quick answer? Because at the end of the day, we are all just girls sitting in a coffee shop together wondering why vulnerability is so valued and connection can still be so hard.

I hope you feel seen here, dear one. I hope you feel known. I hope you show up for this messy, honest blog and feel like you know me, too. So, here it is. Socially awkward, and eloquently written. Because I don’t know how to do life any other way.