Sometimes I exaggerate. Not on this blog, of course. Or on social media. There are too many tweenagers reading who would immediately call me out for even the slightest bit of embellishment. No bedazzling of my stories, you guys—it’s all 100% accurate. BUT! I occasionally will say something like, “Oh…
We lay in our sick beds, Isabella on the left and I on the right. We ate Halls—two different kinds, and Cepacol—which neither one of us could stomach, really. We sent our daddy and husband to eat dinner on his own while we stayed in the room and tried to…
This blur with her arms outstretched? That’s Isabella. Unfiltered. Unedited. Uninstagrammed. That’s what happens when you take a third child on a solo vacation. Yesterday, we went to a llama farm—where we hiked with llamas through the gorgeous mountains of Lexington, Virginia, we went to a blackberry farm—where we picked…
