a cozy new years

If you managed to read through my last post, you discovered a large portion as to why I was absent on the blog. I’m not sure how the modern day blogger or content creator manages to be so consistent with writing and social media, especially during periods of heavy grief! Survival mode has never been tethered to creation for me, in fact it’s the opposite. Writer's block meets the unwillingness to share paired with the reality that by nature, I am a homebody and relatively private. While I am hesitant to share pieces of my personal life, one thing I am willing to share is the resolution to help or inspire you readers (and others) to create. that and setting off together to find beautiful pockets throughout our day. It’s the art of being.

This new years as mentioned before was spent with our little family indoors. I did decorate a bit for the kids, made a little menu, snapped some cozy photos to remember the evening, and my husband Johnathan set off some small fireworks early; as to not bother the neighbors too much. The kids got to run around the cul de sac with sparklers and we retired back into the warmth of our home and patiently waited for the count down to arrive. After the countdown the kids swapped into their pajamas while we set up mattresses for them in our bedroom. 

We wanted to wake up all together on January 1st, a small way to remember that this year, after a hard one, that we can and will brave it all together. John and I woke to three sleeping little ones to the right side of our bedroom, four cats sprinkled across the room in various cozy nooks and all four dogs sprawled out on whatever open flooring they could find. Tiny snores, the rustling of stretching pups, a soft purr to interrupt the cold of the morning that lead us to warm cups of coffee... these moments are everything.