mother’s day

“When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.”
– Sophia Loren

Friends, I am stopping in a bit early to wish you all a Happy Mother’s Day!

Remy is the light in my life. She is the greatest blessing that I have ever known, and she makes life worth living. I love our family more than anything, Rowen and future children included. Being a mother takes top priority. Hardships aside, this is the life that I was meant to lead.

Whether you’re a mother, grandmother, aunt, sister, daughter, pet mom, or female in general, you deserve to be celebrated! I hope that you all enjoy your weekend!

“We are born of love. Love is our Mother.”
-Rumi

Emory

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easter

Today is Holy Thursday. 

We should glory in the Cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, 
in whom our salvation, life and resurrection,
through whom we are saved and delivered. Gal 6.14

Last Easter, Geoffrey had chosen to braid the palm leaves that we were given through our church. Looking back, it seems like such a long time ago. We were in quite a different stage in our lives. Remy had just turned one, my job of nine years was ending, and Geoff was frantically searching for a different career. Even though spring had come early last year, we were so consumed with the stress over losing our jobs and our home.

I wish that I could go back and tell myself to enjoy those days. To have trusted more in God and that everything would work out in the end. Because it did. 

Sure, there were bumps along the way, but that’s life. I really believe that if you’re a good person, work hard, and have some sort of faith, good things will come your way eventually.

What do you believe?

Happy early Easter!

Emory

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remy’s 2nd birthday photography

This year, Remy’s birthday party didn’t go as planned. I had initially booked a room at a local play centre and had invited all of our family members that live near us. As her birthday drew closer, more and more of our family were unable to make it. This included my husband! With less than two weeks to go, I had no choice but to cancel everything. Instead, we ended up having about four mini parties with various family members on the days that worked for them. It was a week of sheer exhaustion (given that no one actually lives in the city), but we made it! Remy is so loved, which makes me so happy.

For our own intimate celebration with just the three of us, I decided to do a Morning in the Life where I photographed our daily ritual at home. It began with Remy’s bath. Next, we played in our master bedroom. Then Geoffrey and I sat with her while she ate her late morning snack, we opened birthday presents, and then we sat on the couch and played with some of her new toys.

Even though two rooms in our house are under renovations, I wanted to document exactly how we spent even just part of our day at this moment in our lives. From the gentle light of the morning sun in our bathroom, to Remy playing with her toys on our bed, to the length of her beautiful hair, to the shortness of mine, to Geoff’s clothes, I feel as if I have to capture it all. Our home is almost exactly how we would like it- which means that we are probably getting ready to sell it. But, all of this is what makes us unique. This is our life with a now two-year-old.

What sorts of things do you wish to never forget? Good or bad, let me know below.

Emory

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this time last year

Hey everyone! My not-so-little girl will be celebrating her second birthday in just a few days. I intend on having a post dedicated to her then. In the meantime, I recently had a look back at the photographs from her first birthday. What a whirlwind. It was certainly my favourite party that I’ve ever thrown and attended (probably because the guest of honour and occasion was so special). ;-)))

Here are some additional pictures that I didn’t publish, but love dearly.

See you in a few days!

Emory

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i’m still here

Hey everyone. I wanted to check in since going silent last month.

I hope that you’ve been having a great year, as short as it’s been. January has been a bit rough for us- between my husband being gone, tragedies with his work, sicknesses in our household, and a general feeling of sadness that I just cannot shake. Ordinarily, I am not this candid on my blog. Rather, I tend to save my true feelings for Instagram. However, I thought screw it. It’s time to be honest, and stop being afraid of what people might think.

I had quite a few mothers reach out to me in my last post regarding my miscarriage. Thank you. Thank you for being brave enough to share your stories, coping mechanisms, and more. I truly feel united to you all, and wish you nothing but the best. This is a safe space for those who would like to connect and tell their truths. I support everyone who wishes to do so, and will tolerate no hatred, bullies, or trolls. If the latter relates to you, your comments will not be approved nor read by me!

Looking back through my Instagram feed, I’ve noticed that since having Remy, my face has changed. I used to be a carefree and naive girl. Now, I feel like I physically, mentally, and emotionally am so different. I’ve grown up, and as such, my appearance has matured. I no longer try to look happy and perfect in my photos, but rather, have a look of contentment and solemnity. I also seem to never look at the camera, but to focus on Remy instead. This is not forced, it is instinctive. It is motherhood.

A few weeks ago I set out to capture a few outfit photos. I used to regularly feature my outfit of the day, and I wanted to try bringing that back. After looking through the images, I saw someone I didn’t recognize. My eyes look sad, my hair is its natural dark, and my smile is contrived. The images were so raw that I considered not posting them. Then, relating back to my second paragraph, I knew that they needed to be published. This is me in pain. This is me carrying on during the day as if I didn’t lose my second child. This is me in my current state. This is me needing to change. I’m going to stop putting myself last in our family and take the time to put effort into how I think, feel, and look. I’m going to do selfish things that make me feel like a normal person again. I’m going to colour my hair, get my nails done, and return to the gym. I’m going to stop suppressing my emotions and instead let them out. I deserve these things. We all do. We shouldn’t deny ourselves of self-care. I have for 2 years now, and it’s going to stop. This death doesn’t signify an end. This is the start of something new.

What do you guys do for self-love? What brings you back to feeling normal?

Emory

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  • Welcome, friends! My name is Emory. I am a wife, mother of two (one earthside and one heavenside), and an animal rescuer. This is our life on the Canadian prairies.
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