You guys. I meant to update you on this for weeks but then I was trying to finish my next book’s manuscript while being sick and fatigued during my first trimester, then all that seemed like it was for nothing when we unexpectedly lost the baby, and the last few weeks have been so full of grief and physical trauma (a story for another time) that I haven’t even checked.... But back in May I told you that I had set a goal to sell 100K copies of my book in the first year of its existence. That seemed like a stretch but achievable goal... Well then with everything that happened I forgot to check... Today I remembered. I pulled up my publisher’s author dashboard to see we actually surpassed that goal — Own Your Everyday exceeded over 100,000 copies sold 😭😭😭 As much as career goals have seemed so insignificant compared to the 💩 we’ve walked through this year, I’m thankful I checked and it reminded me that even in the hard times, dreams and milestones are STILL worth celebrating. So thank you. Thank you for helping us get Own Your Everyday beyond 100K. Couldn’t do this without you — love you ❤️ PS. It’s only $9 on Amazon right now if you wanna snag a copy 😘
The big reveal: our master bath project is finished 🎉 I’ve really wanted to invest all the energy from pain to create beauty in other spaces of life this year — and now we are either renovating our old farmhouse into a dream forever house or getting it ready to sell. Can’t decide. Anyway, this has really given me something to celebrate for the first time in a few weeks and it’s so exciting to see this vision come to life. 😭🙌 Swipe to see some in-progress and before pictures from when we bought the house 🙈➡️ SO what do you think?
I’ve found that faith and logic (or maybe it’s fear) are at war within me. Faith says to keep trusting, hoping, and believing. Logic says, “Don’t be such an idiot.” I don’t necessarily need coaxing or persuading one way or the other. I think this is just how grief is — it’s just where I’m at 🤷🏽♀️ And I think an honest wrestling is better than fabricated cliches. And if anything, I’m having to offer myself the same invitation I offered others for years: “Your brokenness is welcome here.” I’m just letting myself embrace the suck, be broken, and not try to come up with “lessons learned” or inspiring things to say. Simultaneously, I’m finding that I’m forced to navigate grief by taking life one day at a time, or as I’ve said once or twice or a thousand times: “Own Your Everyday.” It’s always humbling when life hands you unexpected ways to embrace your own messages. Oh, the irony. #OwnYourEveryday #YourBrokennessisWelcomeHere
I’m so thankful that our babies have such an incredible, kind, wise, and strong man as their daddy — and that I have him as my husband. I wish with every fiber of my being they could meet you, know you, be held by you, and learn from you for the next 4+ decades. I wish I could see you hold them, throw them up in the air, tickle them, and guide them as they grow. None of this makes sense. None of it is fair. And Father’s Day is just painful this year. But I guess that’s how life goes. We were never promised easy but I’m somehow clinging to the belief that it’ll be worth it. And even if some of society doesn’t recognize it, I just want you to know you’re an amazing hubby and the best daddy. I’m sure potty training and diapers are tough at times but I truly can’t think of a more difficult thing for a parent to do in all of parenthood than to give their babies back too soon. And you have done that twice now. You have done the hardest thing a daddy has ever and will ever have to do — not once but twice. Thank you for your strength through it all. For standing by my side through the darkest and hardest days, and for loving me so well. I truly believe our babies are up there in heaven pointing at you, showing all their new friends, “that one, the one holding our mommy? That one’s our daddy. Isn’t he great?” 👼🏽 So here’s to you, to walking through hell together, to coming out better on the other side, and to a future full of hope and babies earth-side someday soon. I love you so much, and our littles do, too. Happy Father’s Day to the man who’s been by my side through it all. If anyone deserves to be celebrated today, it’s you. ❤️