California born, Nashville living, lots of babies, lots of lifestyle. Hang around and let's be friends!
All in LIFESTYLE
I remember the first time I went to therapy. It was a lovely woman’s home in Beverly Hills. She had an office on the second floor of her home overlooking her pool. She was older. At least I thought she was. I was 21. Or 22. She was probably late 40’s, early 50’s. I was a bit embarrassed to be there. A bit ashamed. A bit lost. And a bit terrified. Lucky for me, she rid me of my anxiety 10 minutes into our session. And I didn’t die a slow death in a therapists office on a Wednesday.
Hawaii to me, is so many things. It’s hard to even conjure up the appropriate words for such a magical place, but it’s also like any other town that you feel close to. Hawaii isn’t my home. But it is. And here’s why.
It’s summer and we’re in the trenches. Perhaps that’s just our new face. Our in the trenches always face. Perhaps that’s what comes with the territory of having 4 kids. And although it’s summer, it’s certainly not a relaxed perfect break. It’s chaotic and busy as ever. And although my husband is not one for chaos, and I clearly embrace it with every inch, deep down, I know he will miss this busy baby stage of life too. And here’s why.
