Remember the little things.


"...for one day you'll realize they were the big things."

My mom had this quote sitting in our dining room growing up. I've never forgotten it, and now as a mother myself, I strive to make it my life's motto. I bet you feel the same way. You want to remember the way they snuggled into you post-afternoon nap, their chubby little fingers, or the way their eyes lit up when they told you all about what they learned at school.





I'm a lover of homemade quilts and belly laughs. Laundry hanging in the setting sun, and pudgy feet covered in dirt.

In short, I'm here for the memories. The messier, the better.




Let's embrace the imperfect.