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WE ARE ALL UNDER CONSTRUCTION

I’m not sure where I heard it. But it smacked me in the face like a paddle off the side of an old fishing boat. It made such literal sense to me. It was humbling. In the most common, human way. We are all under construction. Maybe it’s because I’m older now and I have more mileage under my belt. Or because I’m a mother. Or maybe it’s because I live more intently. Maybe because being vulnerable in my forties is an actual beautiful and baffling thing. I know, it might sound weird. But maybe it makes complete sense to you too.

LIFESTYLEMaile MisajonJanuary 10, 2019love, motherlove, self love, self careComment

WHY YOU SHOULDN’T GET MARRIED FOR ROMANCE

It’s almost Christmas and it’s nutsville. Every one is scrambling. Life is chaotic. And in about 3 weeks, we’ll all be cozy in our jammies eating cookies for breakfast. But in the midst of the crazy, I had a thought. After a conversation with a young one about marriage, I thought I’d set the record straight. For her. For me. For everyone. Because it’s Christmas. And I like to be honest. I’m crazy about my husband. I’m just putting it out there. There are moments I think he is an absolute shit head yes. But overall, I’m crazy about him. Like, crazy in love for that guy. 100 percent.

HOW TO BUILD A HOME WHILE PREGNANT WITH TWINS

It is still very much a vivid memory embedded in my mind. Three wonderful years and a few busy months have passed and I can still see every detail. The footprint. The plans. The breaking ground. Usually most days when I drive up my long driveway, it’s the architectural landscape that gives me all the butterflies. Because I can remember day 1. It was a piece of land and a longing in my heart for another baby. And on that fourth day after we moved in 2 years and 2 days later, I gave birth to not only 1 baby, but 2.

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