A post for my sister who likes my short posts the best. (Not you, Cinta. Or you, Theresa, or Deed or Haley…)
I make a habit of eye-balling other people’s grocery carts when I’m grocery shopping. I’m sure they think I’m being nosy and judgemental - thinking all kinds of thoughts about what they placed in their cart. Really, I’m just wanting to see if they remembered something that I forgot.
Life can be hard. But it’s sometimes the hardness of life that can make us more human. More relatable. Approachable. Humble. Compassionate. If we are strong enough to resist becoming hard then that means that we have surrendered ourselves to becoming softer. More vulnerable. More true. More real. That
I love airports. And I know I say “I love…” a lot. But I love a lot of things. And I’m not ever going to apologize for love soooooo… deal with it. Airports are portals. Not just because they can transport you physically to far off lands in relatively
My sister, Theresa, had her 40th birthday party yesterday so I flew to Edmonton to meet the fam and some buddies to spend it with her. *I’m currently writing this post in the Calgary airport 😁 It was a pretty epic time. We dressed up in jungle animal themed clothes,
Henry sometimes gets upset about always having to do what I say. In these moments his go-to is always; “when do I get to be the boss??!” When I ask him what he would do if he was boss he always says he would buy gum. Probably because he’s