red shoes

 It was Mother's Day 2015 when I got out of the shower and my water broke. We headed to brunch, as one does. My Mom told everyone in the buffet line that I was in labor while I sipped a mimosa (third kid) and enjoyed a waffle or seven (You know they don't let you eat while you're in labor, right? It could have been days before I ate again!). We left the 'big kids', as they are known, with my parents and headed to the hospital. A quick 13 hours later, Finley Scott Best entered this world with her arms up screaming 'Hello World! I am here now and you're never going to be the same!'. And she was right.  That baby girl is six today and I've done some reflecting. I know what they say about third kids. And a lot of that rings true for her. She has to fight to get a word in, she can be feisty. She has been dragged from field to court to class to school to store for her entire life. And never once does she have a choice in the matter. She gets to control ver...

I’m big into chapters. Closing one, opening another. Not being able to skip any, as much as I may have liked to over the last few years. I think our lives can be broken up into chapters. Some are longer than others. There are some run on sentences that may carry between them and common themes throughout an entire book but, we all have chapters. They aren’t linear, some run over the tops of others and some never end.   We sold our South Florida house which is the beginning the closing of a chapter of our story. This has been one of my most difficult chapters, personally. Any time I have talked about wanting to leave over the last five years it’s difficult for other people to understand. We live in this gorgeous home in paradise. We have a pool and a yard and swing set, great neighbors and a few months out of the year when everyone else is freezing we are still in flip flops. So I get it. I understand why us leaving is weird or hard to understand. Dan’s job is still here, our kids...