Loving The Little Things


Photography: Meagan Gerylo Photography // Home Decor: Little Love Home

There. I said it. They're toddlers. Insert ugly crying here. 

I can hardly believe that they aren't babies anymore. My mind is blown. They have attitudes. They understand and ask questions in their own little way. They're curious about everything. They want to walk on their own in stores, and to the convenience store down the street, and share so well with each other. Today Sybelle was crying because she wanted to play with the empty Starbucks cup that Annie was playing with. As Sybelle got more and more upset, Annie came over and gave her the cup and it was just the sweetest little gesture. 

I'm writing to remember. And because there is nothing sweeter than hearing about the innocent, pure things that little ones do for each other. Every day I am reminded that these little humans hold more grace and courage and purity than I could have ever imagined before I had my own tiny humans. It is something that I appreciate so much in the daily chaos of motherhood. 

They remind me that life is so exciting. Yesterday on our walk we saw a tractor. The tractor driver honked his horn and waved at us and it was so exciting! Then we saw a little puppy named Yoshi and that was so exciting! If I had been walking alone, I never would have payed a second thought to those things, but with them, it was pure bliss. Which reminds me why I called this blog "Growing A Little Love" in the first place. To remember that these little moments are where love lies. 

I want to remember these things forever. 



Lately I've felt like I have nothing to say, nothing to share. I have felt empty where I always used to find the comfort of words. I'm not sure why I have had this struggle lately. Perhaps my priorities have been skewed, perhaps my wellbeing has fallen to the bottom of the list. Mostly, I think I have felt irrelevant, hopeless.

It's hard to put art at the top of your priorities when life is handing you a million other things to handle that seem so urgent, so practical. It's hard to put yourself first when you have a home to clean, food to put on the table, countless jobs to do.

I have been struggling lately... Until today. Today I have something to say. Today I read, perhaps a little late, that Joey Feek was released from her pain and sent to heaven. Rory's words have touched me through every post he has made throughout his journey, and his most recent post had me in a pool of tears. It felt like my heart had been split in half.

Of course I did not know Joey but her story, her sweet sweet story, brought me to my knees. I am beyond blessed. I have so many things to share with the world, just as Joey did her whole life. My life is so precious. My loved ones are so unbelievably precious. This life is the most incredible adventure one could ever embark on.

So I need to embrace it. I need to embark on my adventure. I need to remember that life is temporary and oh so fragile. I need to breathe the love in, and send the love right back out. I need to be whole in this experience that is so fleeting. Whether I live an extraordinary life is up to me.

I need to live as Joey lived, touching people's hearts in the most honest way. I need to live as Indy lives, free and spirited and joyful. I need to live as Rory lives, honest and loving and kind.

Rest in peace, beautiful Joey. You are, and always have been the most beautiful angel.

Take care of yourselves, lovelies.




To thrive: to grow or to develop well, vigorously. To flourish. To flourish like a beautiful flower. To live well. To be well.

What a beautiful thought, that in this world, life has the ability to thrive. We have the ability to thrive. Yet, every day, we choose destruction. We choose struggle. We choose to be ignorant, because they say that ignorance is where you find bliss, pure happiness, pure joy.

I cannot be ignorant, no matter how appealing this bliss they promise is. It is why the world is turning like it is. This idea of ignorant bliss is the reason why our world is collapsing around us.

Though the majority choose to remain ignorant, the same majority is still searching for happiness. This seems conflicting to me, because how can one become happy while contributing to a world of hate and sorrow? How can ignorance be bliss, when ignorance is the one thing standing in the way of pure happiness?

Ignorance fuels hate and sorrow, my friends. Happiness and ignorance just simply cannot hold hands. They do not fit together, they push each other away like magnets, refusing to touch, refusing to become one.

How can we be happy, how can we be fulfilled, when on a daily basis, we contribute to slaughter, environment depletion, and the destruction of lives? Human lives, animal lives, the Earth's life.

Happiness starts with every day decisions. Friends, I beg of you. If you are on a search for happiness, please take a look at what you contribute to in your every day decisions. You are making change in the world every single day.

For me, happiness starts and ends with eating only plants. I choose to thrive.

Live and let live.


Namaste, and take good care, lovelies.