I love this 18-karat gold, crowned ruby kinetic heart that beats rhythmically. This objet d’art was designed by the 20th century surrealist artist Salvador Dali. Happy Valentine’s Day to all...let love rule.
I want you to know I am the MOTHER who will not disappoint you.
I am the MOTHER who will show you joy, at times of despair and tribulations.
I am the MOTHER who will be strong when you need me to be.
I am the MOTHER who will sacrifice anything to get you where you need to be.
I am the MOTHER who will show you strength, even when my whole body feels weakness.
I am the MOTHER who will give you words of hope and encouragement even when you feel sad or disappointed.
I am the MOTHER who will make you feel rich, even though I gave you my last.
I am the MOTHER who will give you happiness in the midst of my sadness.
I am the MOTHER who will love you harder than anyone else besides the Lord. #mamasboys#mybabies#j3#singlemothersrock#myheartbeats#Wyteriaforever 💕 @7ustin_@jaylleww@jorrdankid
Cheers to a beautiful Christmas, my friends! I hope these next few days are filled with minimal family drama, lots of amazing food, and the look of wonder in the little one's eyes. Sit back and enjoy because you deserve it! No really, delegate as much as possible! ⠀
What are you looking forward to most over the next few days? I know I'm excited to have extra hands around the house to help with my kiddos! ⠀
3465924 December, 2019
My four heart beats💙💚❤️💗 thanks for making my birthday special 💕
It’s dope as heck when the two little humans that fulfill your heart love doing the same hobbies as you.
Noah’s first time at the skating rink, and my first time on the wood since I found out I was pregnant.... ❣️ making memories with people I love! #myheartbeats#skating#happybirthdaytome
I have conducted more than 200+ enrollment interviews and parents you all are asking the wrong questions. You’re coming to meet a person(s) who will possibly be caring for your child 8-10 hours a day.
Y’all have to dig deeper with these questions.
“But I don’t want to go to Italy this year,” she said. “There’s nothing to do there.”
This from the girl who has more Italian blood in her than me. This from the girl who has seen more of Italy in her childhood than most people get to see in a lifetime.
I used to get jealous sometimes of her birthright, of her ability to get an Italian passport. To be able to live anywhere in the EU. To have that luxury.
But then, I realized, it’s just not her dream, the way it was mine, at that age. She has her own dreams, ones that may have nothing to do with Italy. Or Europe. Or anywhere that means anything to me.
She’s been dragged through more Italian towns, while Mom worked, or going to visit her dad in the summer. She’s walked to the top of St. Peter’s dome when she was three or four. She’s been pushed in a double stroller up the via Sistina in Rome (my friend Pamela saying “scusi”, over and over while barreling past locals and tourists alike). She’s played in playgrounds from Florence to Sorrento. She’s waterskied on lake Como. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
And yet, these memories, which mean everything to me, aren’t in her consciousness. And that’s ok. It’s enough to know that we were there, sometimes together, sometimes apart, and that those experiences will shape her in some small way. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
That is enough. And it is everything...
📸 Pamela Reeves