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I bought @floretflower ‘s book in the dead of winter, desperate for a little color and a dream of summer. It is such a beautiful book. Then her simple instructions made a flower garden seem doable and attainable and...necessary. As someone who’s mostly only grown edible things (Practical! Delicious!) it took a little encouragement to jump into flowers. But, jump I did! Into dahlias. And I’m so, so glad. Heading out in the cool morning hours to check plants, touch blossoms, cut and arrange flowers has been one of the most joy-inducing, depression-abating activities I’ve ever done. What a gift! I can’t wait to divide them this fall, replant in the spring and have (even more) beautiful bounty to share. 😍On their birthdays, Mo chose to get her ears pierced and Lulu chose to hike a mountain. In the face of each challenge I looked at them and honestly asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?” Without skipping a beat, they each replied, “Yes, Mom. Girls can do hard things!” and then they held my hand. Yes we can, Loves. And yes we do. 😭🥰 Happy Birthdays, Big Girls. Mama loves you. Thank you for teaching me more and more what it means to be brave and kind.A dozen years married to this guy. #imtheluckyone #thethingsHeputsupwith #stillmakingmelaughArchives
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Tag Archives: Fear
Flicking the Demons off My Shoulders
A tiny demon stands on each of my shoulders, whispering distress into my ear, directly to my brain. To my soul. They’re not the cartoon, red-hued, pitch fork toting, maniacally laughing demons of imagination. They’re more real than that. On my … Continue reading
