Alone

Yesterday I went grocery shopping/errand running by myself.


In case you missed that last part...I was by myself.

Alone. 

Solo mio.

Since the Mr. is gone most Monday thru Fridays, I do most of my errand running with two small sidekicks. I really can't complain too much, since they are 1)adorable, 2) mostly quite well-behaved, and 3) mine.

However, there is something to be said about going out & shopping/browsing without extra responsibilities.

And that something?

It is heavenly.

I was able to process my thoughts in one long stream of consciousness (instead of juggling my thoughts + 3 year old's questions + 1 year old's squealing requests), which was relaxing in and of itself. I was able to choose which stores to go to based on my interests (instead of which ones had the 5 point harness side-by-side carts for extra travelers). I was able to browse at a snails pace (instead of weaving my way around the isles in an effort to avoid certain displays or distractions)...and I did.


I noticed other conversations as they passed me by and wondered if others did the same when I was walking around in almost-constant conversation with my little guys. I noticed the tired Mom who walked past me and the toddler who couldn't handle another minute in his seat. I noticed the hard work of the store's employees and the holiday scents wafting around in glistening glee. I noticed sparkly things that would likely have lured me in...before saving for big wish list items became such a priority.


It was fascinating, all the noticing I was able to do...even in the parking lot. I noticed those carts out of place (pet peeve, oh yes it is), puddles on the ground, and then out of the corner of my eye I noticed something else. A piece of red, rustling in the wind on the next car over. I looked and my heart melted. 

A red rose, tucked lovingly 

under the driver's side windshield wiper.

I smiled. And *may have* teared up a bit.

Such a simple thing...a lone red rose. The recipient would surely be surprised when he/she found it, and the giver was likely anxious to receive contact once it was discovered. I imagined a couple...madly in love...or perhaps it was an apology gift after a short-tempered disagreement. Or maybe it was a guy crushing on a girl who was oblivious. The giver will never know the moment I enjoyed while glancing at their gift exchange...or the memories it exploded in my own heart.

I thoroughly enjoyed those minutes smiling in my car...

... given to me by a lone rose

on an afternoon that I was out and about, alone.

F is for Friend

This week has been fantastically full of FRIENDs...

On Monday I took photos of a 3 month old & became better FRIENDS with her Mama, and received a long awaited phone call from a dear FRIEND who is coping with a heartbreaking loss.

On Tuesday I met up with another FRIEND (+kids) who I haven't hung out with in many moons, and during the evening partnered up with my FRIEND to visit two other FRIENDS before the days of the month ran out of options.

On Wednesday I enjoyed some downtime (& photo taking) with a FRIEND (+kids) who is getting to know her new Nikon camera, and that evening contacted a FRIEND whose husband was able to come over with a car battery charger.

On Thursday I received further car assistance (via my FRIEND's husband), got to hang out with that same FRIEND (+kids) for the afternoon, and finished the evening finding a long lost FRIEND from Portugal who recently moved to Angola (where she is actively making new FRIENDS).

...which is exactly what I needed!

Thank you for being my friend.

Thankful Thursday: August 27th

Today's Thankful Thursday is brought to you by brand new pearls, scrumptious cakes, and blue-hued hydrangeas.

Why is today so special, you ask?

Today marks 5 years since THE DAY.

The day that Mr. H made me his Mrs.

The day that we dressed up in our fanciest to say, in essence, "I do"...

The day that the Tennessee August Sun beat down on our smiling faces...

The day that we pranced around The Opryland hotel as if we were king & queen...

The day that we danced for the first time as husband & wife...

The day that cemented what we felt and started something new: our marriage.

Today marks 5 years, and I am so THANKFUL!

Here is the story of us (posted last year to commemorate our 4th anniversary), if you're interested.

I am thankful that I met such an amazing man & that he thought I was amazing too.

I am thankful that we have so much in common to help us dance along the daily jig of life...and I'm thankful that we have so many not-in-commons to spice it up a bit.

I am thankful that we were married in the temple*, which means more to me than anything else in this world and beyond, because it takes us into forever.**

I am thankful to be so blessed with a thoughtful, generous, hard working, honest, willing, faithful, funny, intelligent, strong MAN in my life who doubles as my best friend.

I am thankful for his super-Dad skills and his willingness to be a true partner in this parenthood adventure.

I am thankful for my Mr. H, for everything he is and everything he inspires me to be.

I am thankful for the specialness of today...

let's celebrate, people!!

*To know more about why Mormons build temples, go here.

**To know more about what we believe about Forever Families, go here.

The Southland

Earlier this week we took my mother-in-law's sewing machine to the local sewing machine shop. She graciously hauled it up here from Kentucky last month (for me to use...on some unnamed, unplanned sewing projects in my future) , and I am finally getting it out of our garage to check it out. Since my knowledge of sewing machines is pretty limited, I figured I needed to take it into a place to see if it is in working condition.

The gentleman at the shop was so kind and informative. He has been working in the sewing machine business since he was 21 years old. He is now 83. You do the math, the guy knows his sewing machines!

It was a thrill to enjoy a lengthy conversation with such a wise sewing-machine-man and longtime Wisconsin native. The machine we brought to him is pretty dated, Mr. H said it was his mother's very first sewing machine (is that really true?)--which would place it in the 70's.

The brand is "Atlas". Upon seeing the aged sticker with the brand name, the kind gentleman commented "ah...Atlas...these were sold in The Southland..."

Mr. H assumed he was talking about some area of Wisconsin that we were not yet familiar.

I knew what he meant, and it made me smile.

He used the term a few more times "down in The Southland", and Mr. H caught on as our conversation continued. He was talking about the southern U.S.--'the south' as we can often be heard explaining where we are from--but neither of us had ever heard it referred to as "The Southland".

And it was fabulous.
Honestly, I have been giggling about it for days.

It sounds like it's own country or island...straight out of an adventure novel: "The Southland".

So here we are in The Great White North, far away from our beloved Southland. Our conversation with our new friend reminded me of little things I miss from The Southland.

Here are just a few (in no particular order):

• being waved at as we pass cars on the street (no, we don't know them, we just wave back!)
• seeing tobacco barns dot the country landscape
• the sweet, slow-flowing accents*
• old fashioned Dairy Queen (where you have to walk up to the counter)
• Krogers, Cato, & Cracker Barrell
• fireflies
• friends & family
• super green, very thick summer grass
• real bbq

There are also a few things I don't miss:

• the humidity
• the humidity
• the humidity**

So, barring the humidity, I do miss The Southland...which missing I expect to grow exponentially as the winter approaches. Stay tuned!

*On the subject of accents. We are still misunderstanding some who speak very fast with very thick accents--nodding & smiling usually works just fine. I still laugh when I am asked to repeat myself...

**Speaking of weather, this summer in Wisconsin has been amazing. We haven't turned our A/C on once! We do have our Hawaiian Breezes fan at our disposal, but haven't used it much since the week of this post.

Thankful Thursday: June 11th

Today I am thinking about this week...

...this week last year was my last working week at my Registrar's-Office-of-Fabulousness job

...this week five years ago I was buying a wedding dress

...this week next year I'll likely* be living in another state

I am also thinking about the end of this week...

which marks the completion of the FIRST YEAR

-of my mother-self (including nursing--not the end, but a full year--, which has dwindled down in feedings AND I have switched back to 'regular' bras: a cup size smaller, I might add)

-of our parenthood adventure (which has changed us in ways we can't even begin to articulate)

-of Baby J's earthly life (way to go, J! From a darling little baby bundle to a standing, laughing, peek-a-boo-ing big boy!)

This is HUGE, people!

I know, I know...we already 'celebrated' his 'early birthday' last month...but...

this is the REAL THING.

On Sunday my baby will be 1.

He'll have 1 year under his tiny belt.

Awesome.

And. Crazy.

So...my dears, I am today oh-so-Thankful to the One who gives us all, who gives us life, who gives us babies to make us better than we were before. I'm thankful for the gift of motherhood and the ways I see myself changing through challenges. I'm thankful for the little sleeping J who has turned my life upside down (in a great way!) and the Mr. H who helps all along the way.

My heart is full of a years worth of moments.

And now I am crying.

Thankful tears.

Thankful Thursday: March 12th

If you could see what I see right now, you would be smiling.

Baby J is sitting in the middle of the living room, in a long-sleeve white onesie, playing with one of his yellow rubber duckies and making the most heavenly baby gurgly sounds...



...can life get better than this?



hm.



On to Thankful Thursday, then!



Today I am thankful for the sneak peek of springtime that we have enjoyed this week. On Tuesday the high here was 78 degrees and the breezes were happily pulling kites into the air. The birds were singing their songs, a medley of awakening & new life.


Trees are starting to come alive with whichever combination of color they choose (pinks, purples, whites, greens) and the grass is getting taller. People were outside all day...running, walking, playing, swinging...it was fabulous.


Side Note: Today is a different story. But that's how Miss March is: fickle.
She can't make up her mind and she doesn't care that you have already put away your gloves and scarves.



The great thing is, no matter how fickle she is: spring is almost here and I saw a glimpse of it earlier this week. I found myself nodding thankfully at the flowering blossoms and blue skies that I noticed as I was out-and-about that day.


Spring is one of my favorite seasons, I am thankful to live in an area of the world that does enjoy four very distinct and beautiful intervals throughout the year.


Which is your favorite season...and have you enjoyed any spring-like weather so far this month?

29 things that made the 24th *fabulous*

1. Waking up in my teenage-pink bedroom


2. Getting to sleep in (after a 6am feeding)


3. Learning how to make my own laundry detergent


4. Having such a lazy morning, I didn't even eat breakfast! (And that's a big deal. I am a cereal GIRL)


5. Cuddling the sweetest 8 month old ever


6. Having a 'babysitter' (thanks, Uncle Spud!) while I took a shower & got ready for the day


7. Wearing my new white shirt from Old Navy (thank you, honey!)


8. Checking my email to find a birthday email from dear friends, including one from Portugal!


9. Wearing colorful jewelry that belongs to my Mama


10. Enjoying 4 renditions of the birthday song via phone (thank you: Trevor, Joe, Ian, & Uncle Le)


11. Having a birthday lunch date with the fam (chinese buffet, yum)


12. Going to visit a friend & share some freshly homemade soap (and be entertained by Baby J's reaction to her dog, Sammy)


13. Shopping at Cato!


14. My first ever REDBOX experience


15. Checking facebook to find over 50 birthday wishes on my wall: seriously!? I heart facebook just for that!


16. Talking to my honey a couple of times during the day (not having him with me is NOT one of the fabulous things about today, but him making money while working out of town IS a fabulous thing)


17. A surprise visit from 'Miss Judy' who brought a gracious gift of her famous chocolate covered strawberries (who needs cake!?)


18. Lounging, chatting with my Mom while wrangling the wiggly one


19. Being a supermodel in my very own post-Cato-shopping fashion show


20. Reading "If You Give A Mouse A Cookie" with my child


21. Wondering what would happen if I gave Myself A Cookie...


22. Wanting some milk to drink with my cookie


23. Picking out a Happy Birthday balloon just for me (until tomorrow when it will be just for Spud who will be turning 22)


24. Eating too many cookies, too many chocolate covered strawberries, and too many of Baby J's Gerber Graduate star puffs


25. Feeling grateful for a truly blessed 28th year


26. Receiving a few perfect gifts (thank you. thank you. thank you.)


27. Excitedly watching Spud open his gifts from moi (a day early)


28. Singing "happy birthday to me"


29. Kissing Baby J goodnight for the first time as a 29 year old

Friday the 13th Valentine Date

• Trade-off babysitter arrangement (they take care of ours Friday, we take care of theirs on Saturday): CHECK
• Cute red-and-black outfit: CHECK
• A phonecall to re-set our dinner reservation time: CHECK (unexpected traffic delays due to the weekend's "Bull Blowout")
• A lovely table complete with Italian-style candle-in-the-wine-bottle centerpiece: CHECK
• Tall, bow-tied waiter: CHECK
• Huge menu: CHECK
• Amazingly creamily-delicious appetizer: CHECK
• Agreement NOT to discuss calorie intake: CHECK
• Agreement NOT to talk about baby left with babysitter: CHECK
• Fun and thought-provoking conversation: CHECK
• Expensive steak dinners: CHECK
• (Coupon to match expensive options: CHECK!!)
• A few kisses: CHECK
• Unbelievably scrumptious 7-layer carrot cake: CHECK
• Box for unbelievably scrumptious 7-layer carrot cake: CHECK
• Break agreement not to talk about baby: CHECK
• Last-minute kisses in parkinglot before going to pick up baby: CHECK
• Find baby completely content after his very first (non-familial) babysitter experience: CHECK-CHECK-DOUBLE-CHECK
• Come home & resume parental duties: CHECK
• Asleep by 10:00pm-because-we're-not-as-young-as-we-used-to-be: CHECK

Our first date in 8 months...CHECK!

Splitter Splatter

It's raining today.

Pouring, swiftly falling
I can hear the drops bounce off something metal
on the roof?
Splitter, splatter

And I love it.

Rainy days make me smile...they remind me of treasured memories associated with falling rain.

Here are a few I have been thinking about today:

• playing outside in the rain (as long as there was no thunder/lightning, we were allowed)
• camping in the rain (seemed like every year at YW camp it rained, & camping in AZ with cousins)
• singing in the rain (oh yes, it's true)
• listening to the rain (there aren't many things better than napping to the symphony of a rain storm)
• kissing in the rain (need I say more?)
• serving in the rain (missionary work in northern Portugal, I think I went through 10 umbrellas my first winter)
• Disneyworld in the rain (my first & only Disneyworld experience...so far...)
• running in the rain (my brief stint as a track star..)
• watching for rainbows in the rain

What about you?

Do you like the rain? Do you have any favorite rain-filled memories?

Enjoying a blissful walk

You know those days where so many things remind you of a significant time in your life that you end up enjoying the memories all day long?

My blissful walk down memory lane began last night. I went to bed in a laughter-induced haze after listening to a tape I made as a missionary with one of my companions, Jackie. She & her so-perfect-for-her-husband made a stop here last night on their way to Miami for a 6 month internship.

Side note: The luxurious Kentucky location of the Harper Hotel will only be in business for 5 more months, folks. You better make your reservations now if you want to enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime experience.

We were thrilled they were able to stop here on their cross-country trek (they began their journey earlier this week in Portland, Oregon)! We love having guests in our home, spending time with favorite friends, and showcasing the beautiful south! This is the 3rd time that Jackie has visited us in KY, but it was Brian's first visit to the south. I will probably post pics and more about our visit on our family blog later next week...

...back to Memory Lane...

As missionaries for our Church, Jackie and I lived together in Gaia and Porto (Portugal) and had some amazing, life-changing, and hilarious experiences together. Having her here *almost* felt like we were there again--in our little apartment--reviewing the day's events (getting rejected, stepping in rain puddles, receiving cat calls on the streets, finding a 'golden' family, avoiding the talho (butcher shop) on our way home).

It is always surreal to spend time with friends from my time as a missionary. We can laugh about the funniest stories and go back and forth from english to portuguese with ease. And, as always, talking about Portugal makes me miss it even more than I usually do.

After Jackie & Brian left, I received an email from a dear friend in Portugal with whom we visited when we vacationed there last Christmas. Reading his email reminded me of the many times he assured me "nao ha problema" (no problem/there is no problem) during our vacation last year (with delayed flights, altered scheduling, lost baggage, etc) and how at ease he made Mr. H feel during his first days in a foreign country.

This afternoon I was working on a handout for church and stumbled upon a document file on our computer that was labeled "Missionary Emails". I had forgotten about that file and opened it up to find each of the weekly emails I sent to my family during my 16 month stay in Portugal. I read the first two and laughed at my naive comments & curious wonderings. I felt a small piece of that original excitement as a shiny-new missionary.

This evening I logged into my facebook account, thinking in portuguese (and added that as my 'what are you doing now' phrase), and saw my dear friend Sarah online as well. She was my companion while I was studying at the MTC (Missionary Training Center--where you go to learn about how to be a missionary) and also lived with Jackie during her time there. We enjoyed an animated 'chat' sharing our updates and expressing saudades. It was surprising to see her online and especially fun to chat with her today, after just spending some quality time with our shared friend-from-the-mission, Jackie.

Later tonight as I was nursing Baby J, I looked up to see a running slide show from our trip to Portugal on our desktop computer. I smiled as I recognized dear friends in the full-screen photos. I walked further down memory lane, recognizing streets and landmarks of the portuguese experience. For a nano-second I could hear the rush of the waves along the eastern shore and see the umbrella-dotted streets on a rainy afternoon in Oporto.

*SIGH*

Can you feel it?

This is what it means to 'walk down Memory Lane'--all day long--my heart is full and my feet are tired.

The last part of today's blissful journey is remembering that TODAY marks 5 years since I flew home to TN, the final leg on my journey home from my missionary service in Portugal. FIVE YEARS. I cannot believe it has been that long...

In so many ways, it feels like just yesterday I was there...

Better Than Chocolate

I am ashamed to admit that I skipped posting a 'Thankful Thursday' post last week. It was a busy-wonderful-fabulous day and filled with lots of special glowing moments. Every Christmas is special and has its own unique milestones to celebrate. This year was our 5th Christmas together, our 2nd Christmas as parents (since last Christmas I was pregnant), and Baby J's very first Christmas (and our 1st Christmas with a 6 month old).

It was perfect. We slept in, read the Christmas story, had a delicious breakfast made by Mr. H, and took our time opening presents and taking it all in. Baby J especially loved the wrapping paper, Mr. H got a new tie, and we bought a practical gift for each other = an external hard drive. We have thousands of pictures of Baby J and we don't want to lose them!

Anyway...back to Thankful Thursday.

I skipped it because I took the day off from all extra distractions and lived fully in the day. The day to celebrate Jesus Christ and share the moments with dear family and friends. If I were to have typed up a little blog post on that day, I'm sure I would have shared my full heart of thanks for Him who gave His life for me.

Since I am still on my 'Christmas vacation' and the lights on the tree are still twinkling, I still feel the brilliance of that Christmas spirit and it is wonderful. I love extending our Christmas experience between our family visits and friend-filled dinners. It is all wrapped up in a sentimental ball of goodness...better than most every other wonderful thing...even chocolate.

Living the Christmas Spirit

"True happiness comes only by making others happy--the practical application of the Savior's doctrine of losing one's life to gain it. In short, the Christmas spirit is the Christ spirit, that makes our hearts glow in brotherly love and friendship and prompts us to kind deeds of service."

~David O. McKay



Last night Mr. H and I went to visit a family and share a special Christmas message with them. We followed our printed-out directions (mapquest and googlemaps are GREAT, but with 'backroads' they typically show you the longer route), followed curves and hills, finally slowing down to check the numbers on the mailbox.


"This is the one!" I said and then looked with surprise at the home before us. It was very tall, built into a hill--unfinished so it gave the impression that it was held up by toothpicks. We looked at each other and shared nervous smiles. We had never been to this home before and didn't know the family very well, so we were slightly unsure about how the evening would unfold.


We grabbed our ribbon-wrapped plate of brownies (mentally giving ourselves pats on the back for being so thoughtful) and dodged dogs as we carefully climbed the wooden stairs (lots of them). Once inside a feeling of calm rested upon our hearts. It was warmed by a furnace and the feeling of Christmas rushed into my heart.


I looked around to find out where it was coming from. There was no tree in that room we entered, no glittery star, no fancy nativity. The room itself was not what I expected; we quickly sat down so we would feel more *apart* , standing up seemed so formal and silly.


We did not sing Christmas carols, but they were dancing in my head. What was it in this home that offered such a feeling, such a connection with that Christ spirit?


After only minutes of shared stories I learned that this humble family had a long-lasting tradition of helping those with greater need than they. We heard the story of the teenager who slept in the park who was welcomed to stay in their home. We listened to the account of the couple who they let stay in a trailor on their property so they could start anew. We lost count of how many people had been blessed by this family's willingness to serve and love. We tried not to act too alarmed with the report of the homeless man that was currently living on their property. So many stories, so many souls blessed by the choice to give.

This is the feeling of Christmas. This is the Christ spirit.

I looked down at the stack of brownies we brought. Now our chocolatey offering seemed so impractical and meager. What kind of gift is this? I questioned in my mind as I imagined the countless people that this family had helped over the years.


Our hearts continued to fill with the spirit of love. There was a pause and Mr. H began to speak. His eyes were bright and he shared the above quote about the "Christ spirit". He honored this family for their choice to serve and love as we are all taught by our Savior. He praised them for living always the spirit of Christmas and thanked them for sharing their stories with us.


We walked down the rickety wooden stairs, and marvelled at the example and lessons that we learned from our new friends. On our drive down the winding roads, we talked of ways that we could be more like this family--more open to others, more giving of ourselves, and more loving to all.


I submit that the Christmas spirit should not be just for the season of Christmas, but we should live with that spirit all year long.


What are some ways that your family lives the "Christ spirit" all year long?

What do your T-shirts say about you?

And furthermore, do you fold your t-shirts to be housed in a drawer or do you hang them up?


This stack of T-shirts represents my almost-4-year (2 months shy of 4 years!) employment with the University. I began this collection of shirts almost as soon as I was hired. Of course, I needed some University-themed shirts to wear on Fridays. Fridays in the office were 'casual days'--which means, you could wear jeans or another comfortable/casual pant choice as long as you had a shirt that had something to do with the school. Everyone loved Fridays, and everyone had their own collection of T-shirts.


Yesterday was my *last day* of employment at the office. I took an extended family leave, so I haven't actually worked at work since the day I went to the hospital to give birth to Baby J. The generous 6 month leave has run out--and after much deliberation, discussion, and prayer, I decided to stay home with Baby J instead of return to work at the office.

I could have a lengthy discussion here about why I chose to stay home, which feelings were the most difficult to work through while making this decision , and how awesome my husband is to support this course of action.

Instead, I would like to share with you what that stack of T-shirts means to me.

It all started when Mr. H and I were looking at all options for our future. We were newlyweds and circumstances had already turned our plans upside down so we were on the lookout for Plan B. I lost a managerial job with UPS due to a contractual hiccup and was looking for a place to work. I was on the hunt and there were not many options available.

One job sounded perfect but didn't offer insurance. Another offered insurance but the hours were unmanageable. As Mr. H started to narrow down his plans for continuing his education, I started looking at the two closest colleges for job openings. I applied at both for pretty much the same type of job.

Then we just waited. And prayed. I remember one afternoon we were visiting with my mother-in-law. We shared with her our concerns and hopes. She suggested we pray together and so we all knelt down next to her glass coffee table and she offered a touching, beautiful prayer with faith that it would be answered. I can still remember the feeling of peace and gratitude that I felt.

Within weeks, the job I wanted was mine and my journey in the office began. I was impressed by the friendliness of the other staff members and immediately felt welcomed into the familial group. My boss at the time even offered to loan me some money to cover the first two weeks before my first paycheck arrived.

Soon I felt like it was like a dream job: new friends, my very own cubicle, an intellectual environment (stark contrast to my experience at UPS), benefits, and quality programs for higher education. Mr. H would later begin his quest to finish his degree (and is currently 1 semester away from his Masters).

One of the most far-reaching blessings of the job was the benefits. The summer after I started working there, I was diagnosed with a rare blood disease. I was hospitalized and recieved several rounds of very expensive treatments. I am sure we would still be suffering the financial consequences of that health challenge if I had not recieved insurance through my job. It felt like a miracle to us, this time our prayers were full of thanks.

Another part of that experience that was so wonderful was the genuine outpouring of love that I received from dear friends (that had only known me for 4 months) at the office. More than one of my co-workers drove at least an hour to visit me in the hospital and share their well-wishes. I will never forget that.

There have been many more times that the benefits from my job, the friends that I made, and the familial culture of the office swooped in and carried me on its shoulders. My employment there has proved time and time again to be more than a job with "benefits" more than the paperwork can offer. Not to mention a deliciously amazing internationally-themed baby shower.

So what does that stack of T-shirts mean to me?

It represents the casual Fridays, the fun food days, the inside jokes, and the every day quality connections and fulfillment that I enjoyed.

Thank you to you. You know who you are. I love you. I miss you. I will always have my MSU T-shirts to remind me of it all.

Baby Buzz

"They [babies] can buzz you like a trillion cocktails.

Slur your speech and make you lose your mental functioning.

I imagine that you never get over the hang-over.

Impossible sobriety."

~Quote taken from yesterday's post on C.Jane's blog~

I have definitely been overcome by Baby J's impossible-to-really-describe effect on me since he was born just 6 months (and 2 days) ago. I laughed at the comparison to intoxication as I thought of our lack of sleep early on, and the overwhelming wonderity (wonder + insecurity) that befalls a new parent.

We now get our daily 'buzz' whenever the babe looks at us with his bright blue eyes and smiles because he recognizes us as his favorite people. Our hearts jump every time he smiles and something truly magical happens when we hear that little laugh. We are smitten, changed, and in awe of our little J.

Definitely "impossible sobriety".

**For your very own Baby J buzz, be sure to visit our blog as frequently as you like!**