Taavi had his 1st birthday and weaned from breastfeeding over the weekend, and I'm finding myself thankful for this shot I captured during an impromptu nursing session recently. His birth story is temporarily linked in my bio, if you like that sort of thing. HBD to the sweetest baby of them all. I can't wait to watch you grow into yourself, my little love. (And btw 😏 if you've wondered and never been sure, his name is pronounced Tah-vee.)
Leaving my time with my mom and sister feeling spoiled and refreshed. I know there are many people whose families, for whatever reason, don't or can't offer them a safe space. I never take for granted that I have a home in the world, and I want more than anything for my children to have that anchoring them through their adult lives too. I'm going back to Iowa with a few thrifted finds, a massaged bod, new heels for a summer wedding, and an extravagant meal still in my tummy. All of which are nice, but none hold a candle to going home knowing I am deeply, deeply loved. #obriengirlsgetaway
How we do our ladycations. 💁🏼 #obriengirlsgetaway
The face of a man who knows he's giving his wife the best birthday gift she could ask for: a big fat break. ✌🏽️ I'm flying out for a girls' weekend with my mom and sister. TOTALLY ALONE. And I've never needed it more. So thankful for a man who sees me and will sacrifice sleep and sanity to make me whole. I'm the luckiest girl in the world. (Psssst on the way to the airport we were jamming out to @kevinheidermusic - new favorite, check out his album The Spark!)
I took a manic walk around the neighborhood this afternoon, choking out all the exasperation I feel towards God these days. It made me realize that the past three years have been a dark night of the soul, a time of gradual doubt and more questions than answers, and that I stuff down my feelings about it to keep some semblance of internal peace. I ran when my anger stirred and I walked when I needed to spew some words out, but He remained silent as ever through both. The older I get, the more complex spirituality seems, but I know there's nothing for it but to keep walking right on through. It's comforting to know that Whoever He is, He's on the other side of that walk. And tonight I want you to know that He's on the other side of yours too. ❤️
If you're watching your carbs but your coffee creamer is from the Ice Cream Shop line, it may be time to rethink your nutritional priorities.
Nailed an impromptu how babies are made conversation with my big two and they are now under the impression daddies plant a seed inside mommies. You'll be shocked to hear Alyosha found it kind of very hard to believe. 😑 #momsohard #socapable #soculpable
With few exceptions, I have lived every day of six years of motherhood confronting my lack. The ugliest parts of myself (the selfishness, the anger, the sarcasm, the laziness, the withdrawing) that I had once been so skilled at keeping tamed have been brought to my attention every day. That's a tough lot. It's hard to face the reality that you're not as good as you'd deceived yourself into thinking you were. • But the dichotomy is this: You care so much about the other (i.e. your child) that you are willing to fall to the earth and die, that he may have life more abundantly. You, the image-bearer, the Imago Dei, you submit yourself to a process that slowly uproots the worst of you and replaces it with the wholeness and goodness of God. It doesn't happen overnight, but over years. For love of another you want to be better, and you willingly embrace a way of violent love that sometimes feels as though it will shred you to pieces. You open your arms and you let yourself be changed. What you wouldn't do for yourself alone, you will voluntarily take on to make a better way for another. • This is true motherhood, I think: The laying down of your life (your rights, your pride, your sins, your control, everything you once had the luxury of hiding from) for the abundance of another. So you- in whatever way you are undertaking this death and resurrection in your own life- I honor the motherhood in you. Happy Mother's Day!
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