This weekend, my little sister got engaged! Their sunset proposal is the perfect start to a new life spent together: filled with wonder, special moments and all of life’s blessings.
This summer two dear friends, Jake and Enrica, got married. Printed in their wedding program was this sweet little verse from Hafiz. It warmed my heart then and still does now.
It’s been a while since I posted. Too long. All of fall has nearly gone by and there were no new posts on the must-have boots or clever recipes for apples. (Hopefully you found the perfect boots to wear apple picking in the interim.) Over the past few months, my favorite past time, this blog, went on an unintended sabbatical. These things happen, so, no need to twist into a knot over it. The blog is coming back – I won’t promise there will be a sparkly new post every day – but there will be new posts often.
In the meantime, as I am posting on my 28th birthday, I thought I’d share some lessons from the past year.
- My advice as I look back on 27 is to expect the unexpected. Life, or the life we plan, is just that, a plan. Plans change. The timeline we think we’ll meet isn’t always so and if you allow that to be okay, it will be. **If you stop reading now, you’ll be fine. If you keep going, you’ll be better. Here’s more advice, don’t skip around too much when you’re reading you’ll miss things.
- Ask questions. When someone uses words you don’t understand, terms you’ve never heard or a tone you’re unsure about, ask them what they mean. Be sure. Being wrong because of your assumptions is worse that being embarrassed because you don’t understand. Asking questions means you’re still learning. Learning means you’re alive.
- Eat lunch, not at your desk. Meet with friends, old colleagues, old friends, new mentors, eat lunch and break bread. Share stories and laugh and really try to do it more often. Give yourself extra bonus points for walking to lunch. (This is something I am still working on.)
- Set goals and work really hard at them. Determine what you want to have – a new job, a new title, a new skill, a new triumph. And do it. Take notes a long the way, follow up, put your head down and cross off every small accomplishment and relish them. When you still aren’t at your goal (and the timeline doesn’t line up, reread #1) go back to it and work harder. P.S. When you hit that goal and you get that title/job/skill/life change, celebrate like the rockstar you are.
- Don’t feel badly about crying or not crying. Sometimes the best medicine you can give yourself is a moment to cry. Other times the best thing you can do for yourself is to not cry. There are no rules. If you think you’re crying too much, find something to laugh at.
- Celebrate, everything. Celebrate good weather, celebrate small wins (see #4), celebrate friends, celebrate birthdays, engagements, weddings, graduations, babies and all the good moments that bring us together. The human condition brings us together, if you bring cake the human condition becomes a party.
- Don’t be afraid to change things up. The way “it” has always been done isn’t because it is the best way to do it, but rather because change takes thought, time and a little muscle. Change is good and so is building up some muscle.
- Know in your head, your heart and to the ends of your finger tips, that you’re not done. What you know at 12, 17, 24, or what I think I know at 28 should only be a shadow of what I know and will accomplish the next time I blow out the candles.
Here’s hoping all of my wishes come true… and yours too!
You’ll have to indulge me with this essay. This is a topic I have thought about a lot, and after reading Anne-Marie Slaughter’s essay “Why Women Still Can’t Have it All,” in the Atlantic I decided I need to write my thoughts down.
Last week, I, along with hundreds of thousands other women, read Anne-Marie Slaughter’s cover story, “Why Women Still Can’t Have it All,” in The Atlantic. I also, along with millions of other women, worked beyond a 40+ hour week, tended to my house and all that it entails, cared for my relationships, and whether in minutes or hours, carved out time for me.
And, in living my reality and reading about Ms. Slaughter’s, I found that I began to question: why do we continue to have this conversation at all? Further, how do we define “it all” and more importantly how do we widen it to accommodate today’s women? If Ms. Slaughter is right, and I think she is, about our not being able to have it all, how do we encourage women to have enough?
This past weekend my family threw a party for my poppy’s 90th birthday. It was one of the most special nights that I have spent with my family.
We were dressed in our finest. The house was decorated beautifully, and thoughtful touches could be spotted in every corner. In the end, we were stuffed (I mean soooo full), so happy, and so well loved.
Here are some great photos from our fabulous party. Special thanks to my Aunt Stacey and Uncle Mark for hosting, my cousin Cori for brilliantly hiring a photographer, and my entire family for planning and celebrating in such a special way.
This was one of the most special weekends I have had in a very long time. This weekend we went home for Father’s Day and for one of my poppy’s (grandpa’s) 90th birthday.
On Friday we had dinner with my dad’s parents, on Saturday we had a full theme party – more pictures to come later in the week! – and on Sunday we had father’s day lunch with my mom’s parents.
During lunch my nanny told me that everyday she goes on her iPad and comes to this blog. It just about made my day.
I am so lucky that my supportive friends and family (and even some strangers) come to this small corner of the Internet everyday, but I feel extra special (and loved) that Nanny comes too. If that isn’t a reason to post more often, I don’t know what is.
Thank you all for visiting – it means more to me than you’ll ever know.
A mother is the most famous person in kid’s life and always worthy of some celebrity treatment. This weekend (like always) is a good time to tell your mom, aunt, grandma, special person in your life, why their support helped shape who you are today.
Call your mother, will ya?
Victoria and Harper Beckham
Beyonce and Blue Ivy Carter
Jacqueline and Caroline Kennedy
Normally I post on the style of a wedding, but there is something to be said for spending some time thinking about the style of a marriage.
A few months ago I stumbled across an article about the 50 year marriage between Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward. They got married in a simple ceremony in Las Vegas in 1958 and we’re married until Newman died in 2008.
Wedding Day in 1958
Wedding lore suggests that at the Newman and Woodward wedding the “Art of Marriage” by Wilferd Arlan Peterson was recited.
Happiness in marriage is not something that just happens.
A good marriage must be created.
In the art of marriage the little things are the big things…
It is never being too old to hold hands.
It is remembering to say “I love you” at least once a day.
It is never going to sleep angry.
It is at no time taking the other for granted;
the courtship should not end with the honeymoon,
it should continue through all the years.
It is having a mutual sense of values and common objectives.
It is standing together facing the world.
It is forming a circle of love that gathers in the whole family.
It is doing things for each other, not in the attitude
of duty or sacrifice, but in the spirit of joy.
It is speaking words of appreciation
and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways.
It is not looking for perfection in each other.
It is cultivating flexibility, patience,
understanding and a sense of humour.
It is having the capacity to forgive and forget.
It is giving each other an atmosphere in which each can grow.
It is finding room for the things of the spirit.
It is a common search for the good and the beautiful.
It is establishing a relationship in which the independence is equal,
dependence is mutual and the obligation is reciprocal.
It is not only marrying the right partner, it is being the right partner.
It is discovering what marriage can be, at its best.
Fifty Years, via Snippet and Ink
Are there married or forever-together couples whose style you admire? Maybe you’re team Tom+Rita, Michelle+Barack, or maybe you have grandparents who have been married forever you inspire you. Either way, I think it is important to be inspired by those that get it right.
To have a sister is to have someone who is just like you, but totally different.
She can call you up and call you out, and either way it is done with love.
She knows your secrets and the funny things your parents do. You share inside jokes that are older than the concept of “inside jokes” are to you. She knows you before a degree, before a resume, before you knew how to put on makeup.
You’ll share clothes, a bathroom, and maybe even your house.
She could recognize your walk. You can recognize her brow.
You’ll look up to her, and she’ll look up to you and you’ll always look out for each other.
When the time is right, she’ll cheer for you, cry for you, fight for you and always celebrate you.
Today I celebrate my little sister on her 24th birthday. Happy birthday, Jules!
Last weekend I went on an impromptu trip to Florida to see my parents. We cooked, hung out, and relaxed. It was wonderful.
One of the perks of the weekend was enjoying true spring weather and seeing the sun – we haven’t had a ton of sun in DC this winter. Another plus was being able to gorge on fresh Florida spring fruits like strawberries and blueberries. Not flavorless like they are here, and not super tart they were perfectly sweet.
And so, my berry snacks have inspired me for this weekend.
There is something so lovely about the freshness of a new season and the first crop of sweet fruit. I hope you have a beautiful weekend with lots of sweetness and joy.
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