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Dear Vivienne, Today is *your* day! You, my bab

Dear Vivienne,

Today is *your* day!

You, my baby, are ELEVEN YEARS OLD.
Sigh.

I love you so much.

And I love that you asked for a craft cart for your birthday and that you love sweater vests.

You are vibrant and creative, smart and funny and most of all, kind.

You're a problem solver and the ONLY person in our house who knows where EVERYTHING is at all times. (Except for spoons and now forks...)

You love tajin and Thor and Loki and fidgets and oftentimes are the keeper of every pair of scissors in the house.

You make the best cards.

You should stop eating so many bars.

You make such beautiful bracelets.

You have never met a stranger.(I love how you greet and talk to everyone.)

You're always busy - figuring out a new project, a new plan, a new something.

Your dog adores you.
Your sister adores you.
Your Daddy adores you.
I adore you.

Yes, you make us laugh... but there are so many other reasons we love you, too.

You are so thoughtful, Vivienne.

You always seem to know when someone needs a hug, or a silent hand on their shoulder to say, "It's ok. I see you."

When someone cries, you cry, too.
I admire your empathy.
Keep that going.

When I look into your sparkly eyes I see so much life -- so much joy -- so much excitement.

I LOVE you, Vivienne Kate.
Just.as.you.are.

Remember, mini me, you are your own person and you don't have to be strong all the time, or right, or funny, or anything other than who you are.

Because who you are?
It's amazing.

I am so happy that you were born, Vivi.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Happy Birthday!

Love,Mommy

#vivicake

When I was a kid, my Mom would sometimes go to the

When I was a kid, my Mom would sometimes go to the grocery store at night while my baby sister and I were "supposed" to be sleeping. Baby sister slept, I stood by the window and watched for her headlights to turn back into the driveway, my stomach a gnarled mess while I waited.

The entire time she was gone I would create ill-fated stories in my mind that would ultimately leave her injured, kidnapped, or left for dead... I think these stories got worse after my Dad died. "What if I lose my one parent?"

I would stand there and worry.
And she always came back.
In one piece.

Over time, after therapy when I was younger, I realized that worrying doesn't shape anything... worrying doesn't CHANGE the outcome... but, it's real.

Telling someone not to worry is about as effective as telling someone not to cry when they're in the midst of full-sobbing or it's like asking someone WHERE they lost the thing that they lost.

"I can't find my keys."

"Where did you lose them."

[silence]

"Um, if I knew where I lost them, then..."

::

This time that we're living through right now is BIG and heavy and for the love of ALL THINGS HOLY it keeps on going.

I remember watching The Sound of Music when I was a kid and wondering when in the WORLD it would end. We're STUCK in the Sound of Music.

Schools opened, then closed.
Masks on, then off.
Life started, and stopped.
We've missed get-togethers and holidays.
Weddings and births.
We are as disconnected as ever.

Our worrying and concern and fear and anxiety is there... and it's real.

I see you.

I know this time is hard.

I'm not going to tell you to stop feeling the feelings, I just want you to know that I'm feeling them, too. (And therapy is helping.)

Get yourself a therapist.
Talk about all of this.

As I told one of my girls this week, “It’s ok not to be strong all the time.”

With love,
Ky

We watched the Spider-Man movie twice in less than

We watched the Spider-Man movie twice in less than 24 hours. She looked at me during the moving parts and tilted her head to the side and was like, “sigh. This is amazing.”

She laughed.
She sighed.
She was in her element.

I loved every second of this weekend with my oldest baby. She’s kind and considerate and talks only when she has something to say. She commented on every dog we saw and looked at each with love.

This one has a heart of gold.
A sense of humor that keeps me simultaneously rolling with laughter and on my toes.
And a passion for keeping her sneakers clean and un-creased.

It’s amazing to see how my baby deLila Pickle has grown up.

Lila, you are strong. You are smart. You are beautiful and you have great hair.

You are so loved, just as you are.

Thanks for the weekend.

Love,
mommy

#lilapickle

Rest assured that I do NOT take myself this seriou

Rest assured that I do NOT take myself this seriously. I just wore this pink dress to an event this weekend and I loved it.

So, sharing.

Note: my toes did not love those shoes. They were crying. Who knew toes had tear ducts.

Xo,
Ky

P.S. I bought a Dyson air wrap and I cannot get my curls to hold. Help! Product suggestions?

#ootd #whatIWore #rhode #silversisters #40sstyle #fivefootthree

Every now and again she looks like a baby. Sigh.

Every now and again she looks like a baby.

Sigh.

As it turns out, so much about life is bittersweet.

Xo,
Ky

P.S. That nose.

#vivicake #babyShirley

The theme was blue and you can be sure I even wore

The theme was blue and you can be sure I even wore blue eye shadow.

That’s all.

Just wanted to share my outfit.

Have a calm and restful weekend. Wear blue eye shadow. Even if you’re not leaving your house. It’s fun.

Xo,
Kylee

P.S. Yes, Lila has the same outfit in a different size and yes, she wears it better than I do. Exactly what a proud mama would want. 🤍

Dress @celiabdesigner

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