A Big, Fat, Much Deserved, Thank You.

It has been a rough couple of months mentally, physically and emotionally for this little lady. There have been too many trips to the ER, humbling instances of losing all control and overall letting go of the complex that I never need any help. In all of this there has been a constant I am thankful to have: my parents.


Let’s be clear:

My parents are my best friends.

The type of best friends that you call multiple times a day. The ones you cry to, laugh at, FaceTime in public places with, the best of the best. I did not realize when I moved to Indiana how difficult it would be to be away from them. This is the first time in my life where I can’t pick up my things and drive a couple hours to see them. And after everything that has been happening lately, that’s all I want to do.

I think about this daily, how blessed I am to have them as my role models, my support system. Heck, if you would have told me I would be writing this 10 years ago, I would have laughed.


My parents and I’s relationship was not always this way. Fighting and yelling was a normal occurrence. Wanting to leave home was something I was itching to do since I was 15. But now that I am so far away, I wish I could go back to those days of us all together.

I do not think I say this enough that I adore my parents. I get emotional thinking about how much they have done for me. From spoon feeding me at 18 during my jaw surgery, to consoling me miles away as I was crying to them on my bathroom floor; these are the moments that mean the most to me.

I am a person that never asks for help. Well I shouldn’t say never, but it is a rarity. When I called my Mom two weeks ago an emotional mess, asking her to come out and be with me, she did not even question hopping on a plane to come here. Her eagerness to be by my side made me realize, I am so lucky.


So I am here writing to the people that may read this blog, to say a loud and proud THANK YOU to the two most incredible people in my life. From my Mom’s amazing singing skills and her tough love attitude, to my Dad’s repeated stories and heart of gold, I thank you. For being my rock, my constant, the thing that pushes me to stay strong and continue to go after whatever I want in life.

I hope one day to be in a relationship that has the support system for my kids as they do for my sister and I. If we be can be half the parents mine are to me, I can say it’s a  success.

March can’t come soon enough to drink a glass of wine and eat at Amalfi with these two crazy kids.

Cheers AA-ers,


So in Love…with CO.

Hello old friend. Sorry I’ve neglected you for the past couple weeks, but I’m back! With a #tbt piece that has me having all the feels.

In the past month and a half I have traveled all over the US, living life and letting sleep be on the back burner. Dazed and confused the past few days, I had a chance to reflect on what I have done. I came to the conclusion that I have been celebrating so much LOVE amongst my friends, and it has been eye opening.

Particularly, the second weekend of August. I’ll explain:

Over a year ago, I was hanging out with one of my best friends from high school.

This friendship is one that is very important to me on so many levels. This little lady was the person who was there when I was going through the hardest year of my life. She encouraged, supported, and led me to understand what it truly means to have faith. Our friendship is not a best friend, talk everyday, friendship; she is my sister. So to continue…

I had just moved back to the Midwest and we were chatting in her parents kitchen (a past time we love dearly). As we dove deeper into our life milestones and thinking about the future, she dropped a bomb on me. My little Scuttle had found the love of her life. I was informed that they had been dating not that long but she just knew. His passion for missions and traveling was similar to hers so seeing her light up chatting about this new relationship made my heart happy for her.

Fast forward to the day I got a text of the most precious ring and engagement. Planning and getting ready for the day began immediately.

Now in reference to my title, she got married in Colorado. A destination wedding with the most perfect setting. Estes Park, CO. Before this trip I had never been to Colorado but had always wanted to explore the mountains and experience everything that so many people had raved about.

The pictures below represent my weekend there which consisted of laughter, hiking uphill, lavender lattes, gluten free dinners and the most perfect memories to celebrate their love:

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It was such a breathtaking day and weekend that coming back to reality was a rough one. Seeing one of my oldest, and dearest, walk down the aisle brought tears to my (and everyone else’s) eyes.

Love is in the air peeps. A person who is apprehensive to catch the love bug, saw true love unite and it sparked the potential fever to be open for whatever comes my way.

Just a happy gal over here ready to take on the next season of my life, whether alone, or with my future life partner. Only time will tell!

Stay cool (and in love) kids,