My favorite Williams-Sonoma glass teapot filled with loose tea and a few of the blueberries we picked from the farm a day before. No cup of tea would be complete without the company of my favorite ragdoll, Abigail Louisa.
When he walks inside after his early morning walk with bright fallen leaves spilling over his hand because he knows how much you love autumn, you steep English Breakfast and listen to the music of horns signaling lobster boats in the distance.
I love being a mom. That is not to say motherhood is all roses and candy, it is not, but I love it. I always thought I would have a gaggle of babies, imagined myself with double strollers, bouncy seats and baby babble swelling the rooms in my house. Picture one in a bassinet, one in a sling across my chest, and two toddling behind me and now you have a good snapshot of my motherhood fantasy at the age… Keep Reading