like a GIRL!

It’s blurry but I love it!
…. And, that size 2 skirt! I couldn’t get into a size 2 skirt two weeks ago!!
Literally cried and promptly returned the skirt & refused to go up a size.
Thank you, PLEXUS!! 

Notice a sweet little commonality with hashtags & posts today?

They’re about WOMEN!


Positive, uplifting, encouraging, & inspirational words and pictures about women to women by women!

These posts are a great breathe of fresh hair from the usual women on women verbal barrage of meanness that brings us all down. That negativity that’s often lives well among women tears a part relationships, rips confidences to shreds, and gives other women permission to do the same.

As women, the way we treat each another woman tells others that it’s okay to treat them in the same manner believe it or not. Genuinely building up & supporting another woman tells the world that not only is she worth love and support but that you, too, are worthy of friendship and a support. There’s something about witnessing someone support another that inspires us to support them and others, true? We like people who like people and who are liked, am I right? It’s a domino effect that pays forward what we believe we are worthy and deserving, yea?

I’m encouraged by women who don’t let their insecurities blind them to their own greatness and keep them opportunities that are awaiting them. I’m thankful to have women in my life who love supporting other women and who show/teach the many different ways to stand up for ourselves without tearing another person down. It’s possible. We can do it! We just have to value ourselves and other people, too.

Being a woman isn’t about tearing people down. It isn’t about weakness or cattiness, or unhealthy competition and meanness. We have so much power, we can be so inspirational, strong and gentle.
We can even be kind even if we don’t like the circumstances or the person.
And, that’s NOT being fake, it’s being mature.
It’s being a woman.

I love being a girl. I love being a woman. I love that we are breaking barriers, achieving what used to be impossible all while looking fabulous and letting other girls and women that they can do it, too.

A joy and pride swell my heart when I hear of the accomplishments of other women. We are capable and we’re getting the attention of those who believed that we weren’t. like a girl

I love that doing something ‘like a girl’ means doing it with courage, strength, commitment, passion, and grace.
I love that we are a mix of beautiful contradictions…..
Strong & feminine.
Emotional & logical.
Strong business minded & gently nurturing.

Doing it like a girl is a compliment.
And, we have no problem letting you know it.
Like a boss.
Because we are bosses.
and, girls.


… getting through the rough

It’s truly days like today when I know that this God I desire to immolate, serve, and seek hears me and truly comforts me. It’s days like this that I take comfort in trusting in fear, submitting when I so fervently want to hold onto what I want, and thanking God for the deep waters He keeps under my feet.

It was rough…. the emotions of the past few weeks/months/years that have taken a serious toll on me, my husband, and our relationship all came to head and that feeling of “fight” that can settle in your gut wouldn’t give. After many tears, an ugly cry face here and there, along with some serious prayer, I felt some serious relief.

Truly getting to the place where you’re open, willing, and okay with an offering of everything you love for what God has for you is the scariest and most difficult place to be. But, it standing there boldly offering it up for the trade off of more Jesus and what he wants for you is definitely worth it.  It’s definitely not easy to battle against the Holy Spirit and remain in a prideful place out of fear of what’s next…. out of a lack of faith and trust. Out of just being darn stubborn. It’s not easy but as contradictory as it sounds, it just tends to be more uncomfortably comfortable inside our comfort zones than outside, until we experience the outside. there’s so much freedom and joy in trusting God…. we just have to be bold enough to do it.

Ecclesiastes 3:11
For God makes everything beautiful in it’s own time.

Days like today need to be embedded in my mind… Sharpie’d on the calendar and celebrated weekly. These are the days that remind you that you can, in fact, make it through the hardest of days… That the difficult days can (by nothing but grace) turn so quickly into a peaceful day… that God does, in fact, have your back…. and, you can, for sure, count on those faithful ones He puts around you.

I’m so thankful for a sister (in law) who truly has servant’s heart and will stop what she’s doing to listen and advise. Who is gentle yet bold with the truth, who asks the tough questions and is right there with you as you talk/think through the answers.

Community is something powerful and I’m so grateful for it. There’s a lot I wouldn’t have sanely made it through without my people standing along side me. Family… friends…. IG mamas (Y’alls prayers/emails/texts are the business….) I’m thankful for y’all. 🙂

…. here’s to the worst not turning out to not be so bad! lol. 🙂


… join the movement and let your voice be heard

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This has been an amazing week of support and banning together for many women in our communities who struggle with infertility across the country.

And, I am glad to be apart!

I believe and will forever stand on the fact that infertility has made me who I am. I am not ashamed of my diagnosis. I’m grateful for the opportunity to publicly share my experiences and what I’ve learned through this chapter in my life with other women who walking the same path as I am. It’s given me a confidence in who I am and how I was created, as well as the realization that there is power in my voice. In my words. And, how I choose to use my words and voice to encourage and support others.

My husband and I were told that there could be issues with our fertility as newlyweds as we were talking to our doctor and planning to expand our family the next year. We didn’t think much of it for another 8 months or so. When we felt it was time to move forward with baby planning, we followed the advice of a friend and began working with an endocrinologist in the spring of the next year. My doctor’s concerns were confirmed and I was crushed.

At that point, I began blogging. I wanted to document our journey through infertility for myself. I took a deep breath, launched my blog, and posted my “coming out” on Facebook. For the next months, I poured my heart out on the pages of this blog … telling each step of our fertility treatments, how I felt in each stage, and where my heart was. There were some pretty dark and detailed moments written on those pages and at times I thought that I was stuck in one place. I thought that we would always dance in the same circle. Same motions. Same song.

The more I wrote, the more support poured in. Women I knew and didn’t know, alike, would email and comment telling me of their difficulties and struggles. Women I went to high school and college with who struggled with infertility and the possibility of never being able to conceive children due to other medical situations they endured. The stories I’ve heard are heart wrenching. I realized that there are so many women who are struggling with such pain privately and alone. I realized how taboo it was. How socially unacceptable it is. I understood why no one talks about infertility. Why no one discusses how it affects you over lunch. I understand the pain of wincing and coiling at comments, the awkwardness of dodging questions, and heaviness of bearing your roughest days alone.

Now that my husband and I have chosen to adopt, we’ve taken on another socially “strange” journey! There aren’t many people we know who have chosen to adopt children in order to expand their families, so we have an amazing opportunity to expand the thoughts and preconceptions many have about adoption, those who adopt, and the adopted. It’s exciting and I’m enjoying the process, the amazing families I’m meeting, and hearing all these stories.

{{ I adore the communities we’re apart of and bask in the strength of these families and women. }}

I’ve learned that discussing adoption (and, infertility) can be quite difficult but I take on the task of informing with a protective, yet patient and understanding tone because I understand the real ignorance (by definition) that leads to bias and offensive questions. I know that many people aren’t exposed to adoption and aren’t open to it, therefore they have questions, comments, and notions that are misguided and very random at times. lol. I don’t believe anyone means harm …. the majority  of people just don’t know. They don’t know what’s appropriate or inappropriate, they don’t understand the mental and emotional anguish that you endure through this process. They don’t know how hurtful their questions and comments can be.

…. All because they are unaware.

Remaining silent is not an option for me. I know that the more I speak out, kindly educate those who unintentionally offend, and just live my life without allowing my diagnosis to define me, the easier it will be for other women to confidently stand alongside me. Battling with me. Struggling, laughing, crying, celebrating, and rejoicing with me as we travel this road together.

I realize that not everyone is driven to write and bear their life and soul in such a public way. I also know that there isn’t just one way to go about educating our families, coworkers, and communties about infertility, treatments, and adoption. For that, I am grateful. I am glad to be apart of such a large community of women who believe that it’s worthwhile to discuss our issues, support each other, and educate the public on issues that will at some point affect someone they know.

I am even more grateful for the friends, family, and the friends that became family who show their unwavering love and support throughout such difficult times. It makes the successes and celebratory moments that much sweeter.

Ah! So I encourage you to join the movement. Educate yourself so that you can be a benefit to others. Use your voice to advocate, support, and encourage those around you.

We need you.

… here’s to dancing in thedownpour and loving every minute of it! There is good in everything… if we are open enough to receive it.

//click these links to learn more about infertility and National Infertility Awareness Week!!! //
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