Home is Where My People Are

If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook  you may have seen that I went out of town without my family last week for the first time in six years. (As I was prepping for the trip, printing out a 3-page itinerary for my people – all the logistics! – I was reminded why it’s been 6 years.)

I have a lot to share about my 4-day 3-nights trip to Salt Lake City. It was AMAZING in every way. But first, here’s what I came home to.

I was full to the brim with emotion already. A fire in my belly for this accidental business that has done so many incredible things for my family. A heart swelled with new friendships and a weekend with my tribe. A brain about to burst with all the new knowledge and thoughts and dreams.


I was full-up. And then I saw this and everything just spilled right on over. (No. You’re crying!)

(Is there anything cuter than a 2yo peeking over a sign that is nearly as big as herself?!)

My people.


She insisted on rolling my bag. “I’m big enough, Mom! Look!”



Yes, they’re all mine. Every silly, quirky, beautiful, strong, smiley one of ’em.

It’s good to be home.

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  1. I think it is so amazing. From wondering if you would have any to six! You are so blessed, even more so because you know you have an amazing family. Glad you enjoyed the trip and glad you made it home safely.

  2. Hannah Beth Reid says:

    This is great!

  3. Beautiful family! There truly is no place like home!

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