True story. I have not visited the island of Oahu in 11 years. In that same amount of time I have not spent 24 hours alone with… Read more
But on the morning of Valentine’s Day there was a terrible tragedy in the United States, some children didn’t make it home from school in a town in Florida and amidst the anger and horror in my heart was that clear and concise perspective parents get in moments of fear. Suddenly I didn’t care what restaurant havoc might take place. I was going to spend an extra-special evening with my second (and last) born.
The final giveaway product I’ll be chattering on about has a symbolic principal attached to it so I want you to read to the end whether you… Read more “Coco Moon & the Importance of Comfort”
I’ve been following Bitty Bambu on instagram for ages it seems. Mostly knows for their youth dresses, I love the whimsical pairing of fabrics, and the idealic… Read more “These Pillows Tho!”
Featuring Coconut Milk Salt Bath from Kula to Kuau, part of the giveaway project.
This fruit platter is definitely queen of the prom.
“What am I gonna do? Where am I gonna go?” This was a rhetorical question, because we both knew he was right, he had no where to go, and the reality was, neither did I. We were sitting in the middle of the ocean, after all. So we said as casual goodbyes as any day. And so I sat clutching my necklace engraved with my children’s names as I examined the library for survival necessities.
I sat in admiration at the trifecta of coordinating wrapping paper I had selected, the bounce of the light off the shiny bows, the way the boxes nestle into each other. It had the same appearance from years past, in fact, it looked like a pretty abundant Christmas.
This is something that brought us together as young girls 20 years ago and again and again as women, and most importantly, as mothers.