- I’m a gallery wall-a-holic. Is this okay? I have so many walls in this house and all I can think of putting on each of them is a speckling of frames and decor. I’ve been browsing pinterest left and right for home ideas. I have a ways to go to get this house settled in!
- I have been a busy worker bee planning a maskcara training event for my team. With help from my amazing gals, we pulled off a great event this weekend. Now I want to take a nice long nap!
- Auntie has been in town, which means I have an extra mom working alongside me at home. Gonna hate saying goodbye today!
- Major growls when he’s frustrated or wants something.. like my own real life wild animal (aka dream come true).
- After a long busy week and weekend, on Sunday we took a lazy day and when Major woke up from his nap, we all hopped in the car with some snacks and found ourselves exploring Zion National Park. We drove the winding roads up the mountain until we found snow, drove through the tunnels, and ended with family dinner at Oscars before we headed back home. I always say those last minute trips are the best memories. I love having FUN with my family and finding things we all enjoy!
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This week I turned twenty-nine!
I have been blogging about birthdays since my 20th!
This has been a fun birthday to come up on. Like any birthday, I’m in a place of reflection, and my twenties have just been the best decade of my whole entire life.
My twenties and motherhood journey started at the same time, and I am grateful to be living a life full of so much happiness at this age.
I don’t regret a day of choices Mr. Miller and I have made together this decade of my life, the life we’ve built.
On my birthday, I woke up to presents delivered to bed and a kitchen with my own hand-made “celebrate” sign hung over the kitchen table.
I had the sweetest, regular Tuesday of a birthday. We didn’t plan too much, but I had people I love stop by the house all day and endless calls and texts to help me feel loved and special. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so loved on a birthday. One thing is for sure, that after 29 years on this earth, I have sure found some wonderful people. ♥
Each year I like to break down my daily schedule as a glimpse into what my day-to-day is like at that certain age. Here is my life at TWENTY-NINE:
My life now is full and busy.
The years I worked hard for (birthing babies) have paid off to a house full of my own growing children.
I love the way my life looks.
Each morning I wake up around 7-7:30.. always trying to beat my kids to the punch, inching earlier and earlier, but at 29 I am still not a morning person.
I climb out of a bed with 1 husband, 1 dog, and 1-2 children in it.
I change into my workout clothes (this is the only chance I’ll get… if I put on comfy clothes or regular clothes it’s over!)
I head down to the kitchen to make my morning drinks and start a big pot of oatmeal for my family. Even though the morning came too early as always, I love making this pot of oatmeal. I love everything it represents. We’re currently at 3 heaping cups of oats which makes a giant bowl that will get scraped clean every time.
Mr. Miller works alongside me making the girls lunches for the day as they chat and chat and chat our ears off. (Always so many words after not enough hours of sleep.. not my finest.)
The girls eat, get dressed, and meet me in my bathroom to get their hair done.
Harlo prefers me to do hers, Stella prefers to do her own, but I tell her she has to let me do it sometimes so I know I’m still needed in her life. ;)
Of course sometimes this is pleasant, and sometimes I’m screeching and hollering for everyone to hurry up and I can’t believe we’re late AGAIN, and why am I THE ONLY ONE WHO CARES IF WE’RE LATE FOR SCHOOL… The former is always the goal, though. When the latter happens, I always make it a point to apologize before they’re off to their days at school. We reassure each other in the care that we’re doing our best and that’s what really matters. And we always listen to the best girl-music you can sing loud to on the way to school. (The Greatest Showman soundtrack, Katy Perry, and Rihanna are current faves)
I get home and get the littlest ones settled for a few minutes with a snack and drink and play and squeeze in a BBG workout. It starts nice and relaxing and ends with Major climbing on top of me and Grae asking me for snacks 12 times. If it’s not too cold, we’ll load up the stroller and take a long walk through our neighborhood.
After that I’m down to my office to check over my work day and get a few things taken care of before it’s time to think about lunch.
Honestly, right now this looks like me taking a business call and getting interrupted by crying kids and avoiding loud noises, trying to make a few sentences of an email before someone needs me, and working on those blog posts that have been sitting in draft for way too long now.
Eventually I give up, and serve my littles lunch.
Mr. Miller comes home for lunch most days to give me some adult conversation and a kiss to get me through the next few hours of the busy day at home.
My favorite time of the day remains rocking my baby down for a nap. I have been doing this sweet, blessed chore for 9 years and 2 months now and I can’t even think about it ending. This little ‘chore’ gives me so much life. It’s a pause in the day that i can pour out my heart in gratitude and take a moment to soak in my blessings.
Major Miller likes his three songs (his lullaby, twinkle-twinkle, and you are my sunshine), all of which he sings along to between snuggles and drinking his baba.
He loves his bed and snuggles in for a long winter’s nap every day.
I must use these quiet hours wisely, or I’ll pay for it later. (Looking at you, This Is Us marathon day)
I switch laundry loads, run the dyson over my floors downstairs. Pick up toys from the living room.. just a big sweep. On my besssst days, I get dinner figured out.
Before I’ve reached the end of my to-do list, Major is awake and it’s time to pick up my big girls.
They rode the bus at our last house, and I loved waving them off the school bus each day from the porch, but it’s also been fun to go down and pick them up at school, see them walking with friends and getting to say hi to their school friends everyday, too. Not better or worse, just different. I have to remind myself. :)
The girls have so much to talk about after school, so we usually continue our chat all the way home and into our after-school chores. We play loud music, do a pickup and start homework and dinner.
As much as I love to cook, we seem to be on the go with obligations here or a date night there, or a school thing there. If I get 1-2 nights a week in we call it a success.
Favorite dinners from my family right now include: chicken curry, my famous sweet chili and rolls, chicken almond pasta, meatloaf, and any kind of taco night.
Sometimes the girls run off to play with neighbor kids (fun perk of living in our new ‘hood.) and the littlest ones scamper off with our dog Finn into the backyard, and all at once dinner is about ready, the kids are all coming in, and Mr. Miller is just pulling up.
My favorite nights are our nights home with nothing going on outside our little hive.
We eat dinner and sprawl out and catch up and pick up again before getting ready for bed.
Once we round the troops, the downstairs shuts down and we’re all upstairs in our bedrooms (I love our floor plan for making me still feel like I live in a cozy little home with all the living downstairs and all the bedrooms upstairs).
I rock my baby again for the night while Mr. Miller rounds up the ladies and gets them reading.
The big girls read to Grae on the bottom bunk, and then they get to listen to music – their own lullabies organized to a “bedtime” folder on my spotify account.
We take turns laying and snuggling each one (and fulfilling endless requests of ice water retrieval, forgotten tooth brushing, etc.) before it’s lights out for everyone.
It’s so helpful to have the older girls lead by example, because I remember when bedtime wasn’t so easy when they were the babies age!
After the kids are settled in, I usually finish up my work for the day in my big bathtub (perk to the new house that I promised myself in my old house not to take for granted!), Mr. Miller finishes his work up in the office and we meet up in bed sometime to watch shows and hang-out and chat before we’re forcing ourselves to get some sleep, always too late.
We turn lamps and TVs and phones off, hold hands and again I can pour my heart in gratitude for the very full life of very many blessings I am living each day.
I slip off to sleep with a dog I love and a husband I love at my sides.
I am living a real good life, the life of my dreams, in fact! ♥
When I get quiet on this space, it is usually always because I am dealing with some real life stuff. I don’t mean to not write in these times, but for me, I have to process internally before I’m ready to process externally. Both of which are necessary parts of my growth .
I am someone who has a natural gift to be happy and optimistic about most things. I understood it was a unique gift I had when I realized my sweet bubbly, bouncing Stella had it, too. I am easily excited and a total romantic. I can usually find something charming and swoon-worthy just about anywhere. I get giddy over nothing, and the things that normal people get excited for, I nearly hyperventilate. This is my voice. It’s part of what makes me, me.
I am also someone who has fought a life long battle with depression, off and on. That is a really quirky side of my personality compared to my usual bouncing self, but I have come to really just adore quirky people, and loving this part of myself is hard, but I am really trying to do it anyway.
I think it’s also strange to talk about depression, because you would rather that just go away. Depression doesn’t own my joy, so where I choose to be happy, my depression can’t reach. These pages I have written here have been the happy moments I have wanted to keep in my mind forever. But I also know how important it is for us to share our hearts, especially those tender parts, to heal ourselves and help heal the world around us.
Depression for me picks and chooses it’s years or months to invade, and I have learned how to fight this internal battle in different seasons in different ways. I have also learned that love is the greatest healer, and nothing heals me quite like loving myself does.
Having a healthy relationship with myself, loving who I am as a person, accepting the way my body looks and my life looks, doesn’t just mean I just do all the time. It means I have to consciously each day to choose that, over the alternative. Which is giving into the idea that I’m not doing enough, that I need to be different, or look different, whatever the case may be. Some days I feel on top of things and it’s easy to love me, other days I fight with myself and have to choose to love me. This is a journey I’ll likely always be on as a woman, and I’m grateful the years ahead (I hear) come with more self-acceptance and less care of pettiness, especially as we continue to practice self-love.
I live with four young children who sometimes, actually all times, demand and ask of me way more than they give back. My husband is also living a life keeping his head above water just like me, and our lives definitely pull us away from each other more than we would like sometimes. I can’t always rely on my “love tank” being filled from them, and when I can extend grace and love to myself, I am less needy of attention from them. I can also give more when my tank is full.
Loving myself is a daily practice of prayer. Each day I walk through the areas of my head and heart with God and ask for guidance, comfort, love, patience, direction in whichever areas are weighing on me. This is the first thing I started doing as I began to build a relationship with God, and it’s the single most thing that has changed my life the most. I am grateful to know that there is this source of Love I can tap into when I’m feeling low, and the good Lord knows I can feel low on love from time to time. I can imagine every mother can feel drained of love and patience now and again.
I choose happy every day, I really try even when it seems so impossible. As someone who fights depression and anxiety, I fight the feelings of restlessness, hopelessness, never-enough-ness, discontent, grief, sadness, past trauma, work through the healing of old wounds. This is not work for the weak, this is work for the warrior.
I may not be showing up everyday in social media or even here on the blog, but you can bet I’ll be working hard to show up every day in my actual real life. The life only I can live, the children only I can mother, the husband I get to wife, the struggles I’ve been conditioned to walk through. This is me.
Every evening, low on patience, messy kitchen, dinner on the stove, and a baby or two wanting up in my arms. It is the beautiful chaos that to me, creates the most beautiful life. The pain, the joy, and every last emotion in between. It’s all just color, and color is beautiful.
Writing this close to my heart feels vulnerable and scary at times, but I think what we don’t share hurts us more than what we do. We are better together, and I’m so glad you’re showing up for me here and living life along side me.
We had a very different, and very lovely Thanksgiving this year. Our families were traveling, and since we were only in our home for a few days, we decided to sit this holiday out and spend it together in our new home. I wrote this on Thanksgiving morning:
“As I am writing, it is Thanksgiving morning. I just love Thanksgiving. I woke up early and walked down to my brand new kitchen in my brand new home. I prepared my turkey(breast) and arranged my dishes. I turned Christmas Music on and opened up my back door to let in the crisp morning air. As my children gobbled up some yogurt, a hot air balloon flew just exactly over our backyard. It all seems almost too perfect.
This year I am feeling so particularly grateful and full of thanks. I am still in awe and wonder about the way my life has unfolded with my beautiful family I have been blessed with. It feels so sweet to be newly nestled into the home my children will grow up in. We are here! This stage of life has arrived, and it’s so sweet it puts a lump in my throat.
We have been on the receiving end of so much loving service, and I feel unworthy of such blessings. For us to be sitting in this house came after such an army of people offering us their time, skills, willingness to help us with so much. I am just feeling especially loved and grateful for all the angels I have surrounding me. I know that God uses us to bless each other, and I have felt so much of that in recent weeks.
I can’t wait to get my hands to work serving and giving back this holiday season, and today I am starting by making my family a home cooked meal in our new home!”
Of course we missed family, and our usual thanksgiving tradition of spending it at the family cabin with the Millers this year, but I must say that cooking 6 dishes alongside my two older girls in our newly unpacked kitchen had to make the list of my favorite Thankgivings to date. I looooove everything about Thanksgiving. The weather in St. George, the low-key vibe of the holiday, the cooking all day, the snacking all night. It’s just the best.
This year it was 75 degrees outside, so naturally we opted to eat on our outdoor picnic table. After dinner, we went and walked through our empty downtown cottage together as a family. It was a sweet way to end the day. We spent the rest of the holiday weekend getting settled into our new house. I think we’ll be “settling” for quite some time here, but it just feel so good to be here at HOME.
Definitely a year to remember.
As you can imagine, life here has been bustling.
It is a stressful process of selling and buying, and we feel those growing pains for sure, but we are also so grateful to have this particular set of stressful happenings. ;)
Moving is often bittersweet, but I don’t think I’ve ever in my life experienced such deep meaning to the word. On my walk yesterday, as I planted my heart in gratitude, I could hardly hold tears back as I expressed my gratitude for this sweet neighborhood I live. It’s beauty, the stories and history it holds. The wonderful people, businesses, happenings, and charm. I am so lucky to have been able to walk these streets as my own each day, taking in each season in richness. I have a feeling that my walks around these streets will be one of the things I’ll miss the most.
This neighborhood will be heartbreaking to leave, and our dear house, nearly impossible. Our children doubled in number in this house, my last babies birthed right here under our roof. We went around the dinner table last Sunday, perhaps our last Sunday dinner here at the house, and took turns telling some of our favorite memories. We could hardly narrow the best days down, although we agreed that the births of our sweet babies were unanimously on the tippy top. Birthdays, baby blessings, holidays, home school, first days, last days, hard days turned good days, and all the days in between have been overall happy here. My favorite season of life to date, how about that?
A few weeks ago, before we knew any of this, we had an opportunity to be shot in our home by the always lovely Janae Allred, who shot our video for Maskcara a couple years ago. I couldn’t have known at the time how much it would mean for us to have this regular Saturday at home documented for us to always treasure. What a blessing this will be!
I stand by my convictions that Halloween is the busiest day of the year for any mother in america.
Up at 6:30 curling hair, doing full makeup on my 7 and 8 year olds, head to-to-toe attire on the babies, getting myself festive and ready – all to be out the door by 8:45am for the school parade — and that makes perfect sense since we will be up hours past bedtime eating candy later… who thought of the halloween schedule? Whoooo???
This year I got smart and did my traditional dinner the night before Halloween. Because adding cooking to the crazy has got ta go. Plus everyone we knew invited us over for their traditional Halloween supper, so it totally worked out.
BUT, with all that said, I can’t hate Halloween. I’m over it, sure.. but I have to love it every single year. That minute I line my kids up on the bench to snap their photo. Heart burst to the fullest. I love planting seeds of magic into my children’s childhood, and Halloween is such a sure-fire way to do that. It’s busy for mama, but worth it every minute seeing those smiling faces on a crisp and cozy fall night.
Like every other year, my kids needed no convincing for their costumes. Harlo has wanted to be Evie since last Halloween when I sort of nudged her to be Taylor Swift. ;) Grae has been convinced about being “Super Gecko” for weeks now, and so that only left Stella to toss Major in with. We considered Moana and Maui, but landed on a cheerleader and football player which seemed to fit oh-so-perfectly. Not my most creative Halloween, but just as sweet as the rest!
Brady tossed on my old glasses and kept his work shirt on to complete the “computer nerd” look, and I quickly tossed on a witch hat to be a little festive. Our costumes were an after-thought this year. ha! Next year!
Glad it happened, glad it’s over. Cleaning up my house from Halloween decor feels SOOOO good, I’m not even tempted to bust out Christmas yet. :P Glad to have a few weeks.
Next up – my favorite holiday! Thanksgiiiiivvvviiiinnnngggg… Now that is a calm holiday I can get behind. ;)
Take a trip down Miller memory lane:
Life lately is waking up to get kids off for school – oops! Late again… scolding myself on the way dropping off, “you should be more responsible!” “Being on time is mostly up to you!” “Set a freaking alarm, for crying out loud. You are a 28 year old woman!” and then pep talking myself the whole way home, “You are doing the best you can.” “A few minutes late does not make you a terrible mother.” “We all have our strengths – your kids are not questioning your love for them today.” Woooo… being a full time mama is an emotional roller coaster.
It’s coming home to freshly awake and groggy toddlers in my kitchen. It’s snuggling while he drinks his “baba”, and tickling her back under her nightgown. It’s changing diapers and changing clothes – SOOOO many clothes, I did not realize motherhood would basically be changing kids, finding shoes, and doing laundry. That makes up the majority, bless my ever loving heart.
It’s being in the moment whenever possible. How fleeting I see these days passing now. Harlo is closer to being a teenager than a baby now, my goodness how quickly that passed. I thrive on going for walks with my babies in the stroller, dog to my side. I can take in my days and process my life in such a quiet, happy way. My stroller has had a broken front tire for two weeks now and I am feeeeeling it physically, but mentally as well. I have come to rely on those moments of groundedness in my day. Time seems a little slower on my walks. Prioritizing those times for myself is necessary.
It’s taking a second for myself while the baby naps – the longer into this motherhood journey I venture, the less time for myself I find. Balancing work, house work, relationships, downtime is becoming nearly impossible, but I’m embracing the way they crash all together at once, I guess. Swirling around me in a beautiful string of life. Realizing that life rolls in seasons, and what doesn’t make the cut this season can have some time in the next.
It’s sitting on the porch as the sun tucks behind our house, squealing with the babies when the bus rounds our corner. Hearing all the things while I figure out supper, and sitting with a full heart at the dinner table with my entire family of six. Finding more of myself as one of “the moms” and being completely content with whatever that means. This is a good and bustling season.
Life lately has been relying completely on faith. We have made some big decisions this year, and as we have prayerfully prepared for each one, we have felt guided and peaceful about the ones we’ve made, even when we’ve felt torn. Grateful to be celebrating 10 years in faith this month. What a decade it’s been. My heart is overflowing recounting how my life has changed as I’ve built a relationship with God. Asking for grace, extending myself grace, and finding all the grace I can spread around the family, because the Good Lord knows we need it. Where we fall short, there His Grace will be.
Good to be back, dear friends. I love coming back here after some time away. It’s like slipping on my favorite pair of jeans after being pregnant for 9 months. ;)
Feels good to be back!
On our last day of summer here at our little Manor. We really snuggled into this place of ours this summer. The seeds we planted over the last few years have come to life here in a lot of ways. This is the longest we’ve lived anywhere since our family started, and it feels like such a sweet corner to be nestled into in this season of life.
We are very much entering our “middle” phase, as we’ve seen the hard work from our “early” stages start to pay off over the decade, we still aren’t necessarily coasting. Our life is so so so so so full, in every sense of the word, and sometimes it feels like we’re tredging through stressful seasons, but at the same time breezing by in the scope of life.
I asked Harlo recently if she ever thinks about moving out of here and she said, “Never. I love this house.” and it pierced my heart to the core. We have made a happy little home here.
It is not perfect, the office needs to be tweaked again, I’d like to freshen up some paint, and we have just that little bit to go to finish up the original remodel. We are our best with projects, creative juices flowing, and hands busy in service for our home and family. I’m so grateful for the opportunity of service this little home provides.
When we bought this house, we really loved the idea of living this season of our lives intentionally simple. We hope to plant seeds for our future while we live here, but rest here in this happy place we’ve worked so hard for. We have learned so much, and taught our kids along the way. I have grown up a lot in this house as I have progressed to my “late twenties”, and have birthed two more children while we’ve lived here. We have continued and started businesses in this home, and every day as I walk our streets I feel inspired to do and live better.
I know we are always growing and shifting and always on the look for more, but this season has been one of letting go and just being still for a time, and that has gifted me such joy and happiness for choosing this path. Business, success, independence, space, time, and uninterrupted sleep will be in the seasons to come. I can only pray they are just as full of beauty as this season we’re in right now. ♥
You wake from your nap, arms reaching for me as I walk through your door.
I lift up all 28 lbs of you and bury my face in the nape of your neck – the place I can always smell a bit of heaven.
I slip out the back door, you on my hip, completely content.
I sit on the swing, with you in my lap.
For the first time today, we have a quiet moment to ourselves.
The mild breeze from swinging sways your baby hair back and forth.
The weight of you head on my chest, your chubby legs fall on my lap.
The contentment of a beautiful life washes over me, and I think over you as well.
These moments are brief, but their effects are long-lasting.
My arms and legs are getting tired, but I’d sway here with you forever if you let me.
I soak in as much of your baby-ness in this moment as I can.
In all my life I’ve never been as happy as I am in this season right now, and much of that is because of you.
We sway back and forth, just the rustling of the leaves to be heard.
Then, they spot us.
The door swings open, and the other three head out our way, squealing with delight that you’re awake.
They run to the swings, asking for a turn, squishing your legs, asking if we can have tacos for dinner.
Our quiet moment is over, back to real life.
But this real life of ours is good.
It is very, very good.
Here’s how it went:
12:04am – Realize we bought the wrong counter top from Ikea
12:00pm – Mr. Miller decides he’ll run down to Vegas to swap it
12:04pm – Mr. Miller asks if everyone wants to come for a day trip to Vegas?
5:12pm – decide where we should get dinner before we head home
5:19pm – decide to stay the night instead
5: 42 – Stop by Target to get some swimsuits and extra diapers
6:23pm – poolside at the hotel
12:00pm – check out and head home after (maybe) our most spontaneous adventure yet. (PS – I reeeeeally need a pedicure!)
Mr. Miller and I are opposites in so many ways, and alike in all the best ways. One of my favorite things about him is that he is ALWAYS DOWN FOR AN ADVENTURE, just like me. We’ve had so much fun in our life together. This trip was NOT without hiccups, and we decided that being prepared makes things run a lot more smoothly, but I hope we are building fun memories for our kids. We are, after all, living their childhoods right here, right now. I hope we never forget that.
PS – we loved the Westin Lake Las Vegas! So family-friendly. Hoping to get back there for a longer stay soon!
You are sure winning my heart over these days with your big brown eyes, creamy tanned skin, and juicy red lips. I especially love the way you say “yeah” to every question. That’s why I ask you all the time “Major, do you love your mama?” and when you say “yeah” it sends my heart soaring.
(You’re even cute with a crusty nose #molars)
You are a mama’s boy, and I have never been happier about anything.
If I sit down, you make a mad dash over to me and lay on me, smooch me, stroke my hair…
You are handsome, and sweet, and snugly.
What more could a girl ask for??
This week my little Millies have swimming lessons EVERY SINGLE DAY.
Let me tell you what swimming lessons looks like for Grae : A lot of kicking and screaming and gnashing of teeth.
It is the opposite of a relaxing day at the pool. :|
Yesterday she actually did REALLY well and only cried for about half of the lesson. Praying today is even better. (she better grow up to be an Olympic swimmer.)
So if you’re wondering why I don’t blog anymore hardly – it’s because swim lessons took over my life/mornings and we need the full rest of the day to recover from the anxiety. (pray for me)
Oh, also it will be 117 degrees today at swimming lessons so that will be refreshing.
This is what I wish I was doing today:
(from our anniversary getaway over the weekend)
I’ll be back soon to write about fathers day and our anniversary!
kiss! kiss! (That’s for my sister who is in Amsterdam today!!)
Last weekend, after visiting Great-Grandma & Grandpa Harris, we took a stroll through our favorite little town – Mr. Miller’s home town – the town his ancestors settled. We have been talking about our ancestors a lot lately while we’ve been reading the Little House series, so it was fun to give them a visual of what our ancestors achieved here. We went to the famous Frei’s market and enjoyed a quiet Saturday afternoon.
I’m not sure I’ll ever get over how much I love having a family of my own. Four gorgeous children, and a husband I adore, who loves our children, me, and God fiercely. Sometimes the overwhelming blessings I have show up in the most simple and mundane of times. Just like on this warm, sunny Saturday at the market.
Not sure what I did to get so lucky.
(girls darling dresses handmade by Melon Monkeys)
If you follow us along on instagram (which I KNOW you do – right?!), you know that the Miller Manor welcomed a swing set to the backyard collection this past weekend.
I had dreamed of a swing set in our backyard since we moved in – our last rental house had one, and I loved looking out my kitchen window out back to see my kids playing on the swings. The swings were my favorite as a young girl, and I always envied the friends I had with swings in their yards.
Swing sets can be pretttty pricey, and with all the work and projects we always have going on at this house, I didn’t want to fork out a few thousand dollars on a nice one. So, I put the word out and kept my eye out for one that would suit our needs. (and pinned a bunch of DIY versions on my backyard board on pinterest!)
But on one fateful Friday night, the stars aligned with my mom found the PERFECT SWING SET on the local yard sale page. I made an offer, they accepted, and we picked it up the next morning.
It’s an old schoolhouse swing set and it couldn’t be more perfect for us and our space. We can swing as high as we want – and we do for the majority of our day! (The best part of having your own swing set is being able to swing in your skivvies… just ask Grae.)
And just like that, this second-(or-third-or-fourth)-hand swing set became a staple part of the life we’re living here at the Miller Manor.
It really is the most SIMPLE things, y’all! ♥
12:24 : Stella writes her teacher a letter, “You are the best teacher EVER! Stay cool this summer.” (we love you, Mrs. Boshard!)
12:31 : I think of the lucky teacher who gets her next year (we’re ready for you, Mrs. Bastian!).
2:49 : The Miller ladies (me included) enjoy a cold popsicle on our 100 degree back porch (the misters were a nice touch, Mr. Miller).
3:17 : Stella dubs Grae “Sassy Frances”
That sounds about right to me!
5:05 : Offer of a SECOND date night this week comes in
5:06 : Decide to GO FOR IT after the
day week I’ve had.
6:14 : Mr. Miller whisks me away to my favorite quiet country.