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When I was pregnant with Danielle, I read that how you cared for houseplants would be reflective of how you cared for your children. ("Really!? That's horrible!" I thought, looking out over my sea of over-watered, under-watered, goodness knows what's wrong with them now plants.) This comparison terrified me, as any comparisons ought to. (Comparing being the thief of joy and all.)

June

I immediately got rid of any houseplants, living, non-living and kept all plants at a distance, while deeming my residence as not having enough room or the "right amount of light" for houseplants. This plant-raising-comparison-thought has shamed me: Followed me around like a really good, tiny, mad idea does. 

July

This summer, I'm on a mission to tidy up some spaces that in the last two years I meant "to get to." And in tidying up my photos, I found some proof that that tiny, mad idea is not real. (Boo-yah, out with YOU, tiny, mad idea!)

August

Ahh, my soul can rest.  Photographic evidence of children being raised in the right light, with enough room to grow.

If I can do it, I know you can, too. Whatever it is, you can do it. Go easy on yourself. And take care, friends.
xoxo,