mother’s day reflections

I have so many thoughts on a day like today. So here goes…

I always want to live a life with purpose. I was recently asked at work about what motivates me professionally, and my answer has always been to have a job at a company or organization where I can make a difference in the lives of others. I am so glad that I can say that the organization I’ve worked at for the past five years does just this.

However, as I continue to think about what motivates me, I’m reminded 24/7 about something that happened almost two (eek!) years ago that changed who I am and how I think about the world. I became a mom.

Being a mother gives more meaning and purpose to my life than I ever could have imagined. And she brings me joy that I never knew existed (cue the tears). To know Eloise is to love her. Her smile lights up a room. She loves to make you laugh. She climbs on everything. She’s shy and sweet around people she doesn’t know or hasn’t seen in awhile. She manages my coloring assignments. She’s so good at puzzles. She loves being devilish. She blows bubbles in her milk and water. She will eat all fruits, most vegetables, but doesn’t love meat (but we keep trying!). 

Her current favorite phrase she says to me is “mommy, hold you up,” (pick me up). Now, sometimes I’m busy preparing dinner or folding laundry, but I hold my baby tight as much as I can for as long as I can. I know that I’ll blink, she’ll be driving away with her friends or going on a date or going to college (okay, I’m jumping ahead of myself here!). My point is, I’m trying to savor every hug, every kiss, every book reading, every swaddle of her babies, every giggle, every tear…because I just love her so much and and am so grateful for the person she is and the person she helps me to be. Strong. Independent. Opinionated. Loving. Fun. She brings out the best in me, especially because she’s watching me.

As we all know, there’s not enough iced coffee with soy milk in the world to give me the energy I need to be my best self, but my family and friends give me the love and support I need to do my best.

My daughter motivates me. And my life goal is to make sure she’s a happy, healthy girl. 

Don’t all moms feel this way? Whether you work at a company or organization or if you’re the CEO of your home, we all want to do our best to give our children the best we can. It’s not always easy, but always rewarding. 

Happy Mother’s Day to all!


A handmade gift from my sweet girl. Xoxoxo 

exhausted, but so worth it.

This photo showed up in my Facebook memories today:


My sister and me (and EJ, too!). My baby shower at Wildfire two years ago. It feels like just yesterday, but so long ago.

In a way, who I am in that feels like a different person. She looks rested. She’s glowing with excitement for that little baby to come. (I loved being pregnant.) So happy her sis is in town.

Now I’m tired. Like, chronically tired. The barista at Specialty’s on Dearborn knows me well (large iced coffee with extra soy). I haven’t seen sunshine in a long time…

My life may be very different, but it is not bad. At. All. My sister and her family are now a 20-minute drive from my house, not a two-hour flight away. I plan to spend lots of time at the park and the pool and on walks this summer with my little red-haired cutie (read: lots of sunscreen), who will have her second birthday in June.

Motherhood is exhausting. Being a working mom is hard (I think being a stay-at-home mom is even harder!). Being a loving wife is difficult at times. Feeing like a terrible friend is normal. Making time for yourself is non-existent (working on that). Balancing new expenses is challenging. Taking off the baby weight is tough. Making sure the house is clean is impossible (especially when you live with a Tasmanian devil). 

But you know what? Wouldn’t change it for the world. I am tougher and smarter and prouder than I’ve ever been. God won’t give me what I can’t handle, and I’ll just keep making lemonade out of lemons. A few extra pounds is a small price to pay for a full heart.

to my funny valentines

For almost 15 years, I’ve had the same valentine. He is supportive and smart and caring and handsome and he’s mine. 


Three and a half years ago, we picked up the sweetest French Bulldog I ever did see, and he has been a little gift from God for me. He’s such a good snuggler, and gives the best kisses, I only wish we could get him a Mrs. (that’s a lie – I want him all to myself!)


Then, a little miracle appeared one warm June night, and everything in the world felt just right. My heart was overwhelmed with joy, my darling little girl, with her mom’s eyes and her daddy’s red hair in a curl. (Really, though, she had so much hair.)


Happy Valentine’s Day to my funny valentines, and virtual hugs to everyone! Xo