You may have noticed a bit of radio silence here on the blog, as well as on my social media accounts. While this is a “beauty blog”, I’ve recently been focusing more on the beauty that surrounds me which mostly includes my amazing family. I have to be honest, it feels wrong to be posting about my new favorite lipstick when my heart has been breaking.
This past weekend, Ryan and I celebrated 8 years of blissful matrimony. We had the most incredible weekend as we enjoyed a little staycation in Salt Lake City and ate our hearts out. I honestly can’t believe that it has been that long! We are still kids, right? We actually have quite the history and I thought it would be fun to share a little bit of our love story with you, the cliff notes version!
Have you ever been to a favorite things party? I have ALWAYS wanted to go to one! So, when my cute friend Dani invited me to her Favorite Things Party I was so excited!! Dani and I met in cosmetology school years and years ago. I always say that hair school friends are like sisters. They have seen you at your worst, you have been through it all together (including every hair color), and you most likely have ruined each others hair and/or nails at one time or another. I can go years without seeing my girls and we can always pick up right where we left off!
We have been going through a bit of a rough patch with Veda and Jude. Veda is the epitome of a mean big sister and Jude is the most sensitive little guy on the planet. He is either giggling to the point of hiccups or having a total cry fest. So, the two of them together is usually a recipe for disaster!
A few weeks ago I wrote about Veda having autism for the first time publicly. It was somewhat nerve-wracking, not because I am ashamed by any means, but saying it out loud and publicly makes it more real. Being the mom of a child with autism can be challenging, but it also has been my greatest joy. Veda brings so much laughter and happiness to our home (as you will see below!). I have so many thoughts that I want to share, and many have asked about how I felt when she was diagnosed. Those are all feelings and experiences that I do want to share and will share. However, our journey with autism did not start 8 months ago. We knew the diagnosis in our hearts much sooner than we ever saw it on paper.
I’ve had a serious case of writers block today. Most days what I want to write just comes to me, almost like an actual light bulb in my brain. This post has been different. I feel like I have so much to say, and yet nothing is coming. So I’m going to write what is on my mind right now. I usually call it word barf, but for some reason that seems unappealing so maybe we’ll go with word trail mix. Minus the raisins.
I can already hear my family members dying of laughter, not because I am envisioning our family game nights… though those are always full of tears and belly laughs. They are laughing because I am writing a post about games that I love. You see, I am actually not the biggest fan of playing games. Some of the reason is because I’m usually horrible at them, but they also give me anxiety! My mom brain is usually so tired by the end of the day that it can barely tell my hand to pick up the diet coke and pour it in my mouth. Ok, that might be a bit dramatic, but it sure seems that way sometimes!
This post has been a surprisingly difficult one to write! It is so hard to do this topic justice, though I’m sure this is only the first of many posts. I was so privileged to grow up with my amazing sister who was born with spina bifida when I was 3 years old. It wasn’t always fun, and it wasn’t always easy, but I always felt like we were so lucky. I admired the strength of my incredible mother. She never complained and was always positive. Her example was a shining one and still influences my daily life, though in a different way than I had anticipated.
I turned 30 twenty-two minutes ago. You guys, I just turned 30! What is my life? I am pretty sure that last year I turned 21, so where have I been the last nine years? Oh yeah, kids. And laundry. That’s where I’ve been. Ha! I very clearly remember the day my mom turned 30, and I remember thinking that she was so old. Now that I am here it feels so surreal. In fact, I woke up this morning to several happy birthday messages (which I absolutely adored) and actually had to call my husband to ask him if it was in fact my birthday and if I had somehow missed the last glorious day of my 20’s. It honestly felt like I was either losing my mind, or that I was right in the middle of a Twilight Zone episode. Side note- does the fact that I know what the Twilight Zone is make me old?? (Curse you Disney for changing the Tower of Terror!)