My sweet Flora Joy, born Juneteenth 2019.

She came into the world silent and calm and I’ve been waiting for her to turn fussy but she’s been a dream. The sweetest soul.

Subtly girly, old soul, going with the flow, pure and wildflower-like.

We couldn’t have been more blessed with this girl. She’s the perfect balance to her brothers hyper, rambunctious spirit.

She just fit right in…it’s like she’s always been here. She feels familiar, like she’s more me than her dad.

I look forward to teaching her all of the things and watching her grow.

A little piece of heaven ❤️


For a print of FLORA, click here.

Morning Walks

I get up every morning with somehow enough energy to go on a walk with the little. My body feels squishy when I don’t.

I’ll either listen to a podcast or just stare at the flowers and enjoy the silence. I think about the impermanence this moment or season has…I don’t have any “work” responsibilities and the whole idea of being away from the family for more than an hour upon my return has me a little shook.

I love smelling the grassy, wild field of black eyed Susan’s when passing by just to make the moment last a little longer.

It’s like I’m on summer vacation and I’m dreading going back to school, but at the same time excited for that feeling of “newness” and soon to be crunchy leaves.

These feelings come and go and I know it’s all apart of the growing process (growing pains, actually). The only thing getting me through is that I’ve done this all before, but that’s just it…I feel like it’s more painful this time, like I have more people to miss and just want my tiny baby close to me.

I’ve taken this time off so far to reflect and focus on areas of my life that were lacking, things like every aspect of finances (yay), personal growth, family building, fitness and nutrition and a new appreciation for resealable frozen food bags (I mean seriously)….

these things will be a constant, but the summer heat will slowly decrease as fall creeps in and I’m going to have to find a new place for my morning walks when it starts to get too cold……I think I’m getting ahead of myself here.

I’m excited, yet nervous to leave this chapter behind but there’s a new beginning approaching soon and I can feel my whole being preparing to step into bigger shoes.

Here goes nothin.


Purchase “MORNING WALKS” art print here.


I find myself at the park way too many times during the day and looking at the clock thinking holy shit, it’s ONLY 3pm.

If it wasn’t for having a very hyper 3 year old, I would be laying in bed all day staring at our two week old, all dreamy like and taking cat naps and binge watching Netflix. (My husband may argue that this does in fact happen.)

Instead, my mornings are getting sleepier as the days go on and we’re trying to fill time with eating, morning walks and WHATEVER will ware out Ocean.

Baby Flora’s been keeping me awake with sounds of an obnoxious stuffed nose that she doesn’t know how to clear out (cue the nose sucker) and grunts leading to sharts all while wearing the girliest, frilliest of clothes.

Picture this…I’m walking out the door, humongous car seat carrier thing in arm, hand in hand with my toddler and a slice of pizza hanging out of my mouth. We are, of course, going to the park.

This morning Oceans crying and holding onto my leg for dear life and Flora simultaneously projectile pukes all over my shirt….A shirt that I try to save by wiping with the all-mighty baby wipe because it’s the last clean shirt that actually fits me.

(Spoiler alert, the shirt didn’t make it)

I did however treat myself to a nice little onesie I found at Kroger (yes, you read that right).

I go back and read this and it may sound sarcastic or like I’m not having a good time, but I’m crying laughing as I’m writing this…

Believe me when I say, THIS is motherhood at its finest.

In between grocery runs, trips to the nearest splash pad, dinner (which may or may not be a box of raisins), diaper changes every hour and the occasional song and dance number that embarrasses my son, we are loving to the fullest capacity and having the most amount of fun together.

This is motherhood ❤️


-Liz A.