Every year, Mother’s Day seems to creep up on me, and I’m left scrambling to find the perfect gifts to honor the collection of special ladies in my life. Some of my procrastination might be due to the fact that I’m not big on receiving gifts myself. But really
it’s just poor planning, whatever the case, don’t be like me, my friends. Mother’s Day is a time that brings up a mix of emotions for many of us, and the last thing we need to add into the mix is stress about a gift.
So here is my roundup of gifts that are thoughtful, reasonably priced, and small on space (you know, the whole aspirational minimalist thing).
One of the things I hope this blog can be is a space for shining light on people who are living inspiring stories and adding style to life (head nod to the blog title “Storied + Styled.”)
A friend recently introduced me to Brooke, founder of Union + Dixie candle company, and it didn’t take long for me to be inspired by her drive to start her own business and her commitment to producing a beautiful, eco- and health-friendly line of candles. She was nice enough to share some of her experiences and wisdom with me, and I’m passing along the goodness, as well as instructions for how you can score one of her beautiful candles for yourself.
I was recently part of a book club that chose a book about something I think we all experience but don’t like to talk about: rejection.
You know, those moments when people or situations make us feel small, unworthy or less than. In my own life, I’ve experienced rejection in lots of forms, and many of those experiences, I can still recall pretty vividly — the seemingly small moments of being excluded from a group of girls on the playground when I was eight-years-old, or finding out my 13-year-old crush liked somebody else. The times of not getting a job my heart was set on. The times of wondering if the person I want to impress really likes me. Moments of friends calling attention to my flaws. Moments of people dismissing me because of my gender or skin color or hair texture or speech pattern or beliefs. Moments of wanting my dad to love me in ways he wasn’t able to.
Jordan loves to tell people he lives a tortured life as an “Instagram Husband,” which essentially means he’s forced to take more photos than he’d like, and he has to wait three minutes after his food arrives while I take photos to document the moment. Yes, I’m sure you’re all feeling a lot of pity for him. Does anyone else hear the violins??
It’s not all doom and gloom for Jordan — I’d been looking to get him something nice to let him know how much I appreciate him, not just for the photography moments he endures, but for all of the time he pours into being a great husband, father, friend, and pastor. I’m happy to report, I think I found the perfect thing: a cool wood watch.
Though this is our fifth Christmas together since meeting, Jordan and I have never put up a Christmas tree. When I think about why that is, I can only figure that life during the Christmas season has been really busy/full in last four years, and we had little energy or time left over for buying and setting up a tree. And there were some years when we were away for a good portion of the Christmas season (like last year in Jamaica).
But this year, we were on a mission. We were getting a tree.