Well, it is Monday once again and I am loving our time together. Thank you for being here each week. If you are joining for the first time, you may want to start at the beginning. Here is where we have been:

Chapter 1: Admit It

Chapter 2: Let it Go

Chapter 3: Removing the Veil of Fine

Today, we start Chapter 4 and I have a feeling this will hit us all in the place we hurt most. My friend Tanya calls “Quiet Competition.” I think if we are going to be ok with where we are, this is something we have to face and overcome with only the grace Jesus can give.

What is it? Let’s read part of Chapter 4….

From Chapter 4 {The “C” Word}:

“Comparison is the death of joy.” 
― Mark Twain

“When you are not ok with where you are it is likely your best friend is having the time of her life. Her prayers are being checked off with ‘yeses’  in groups of ten. The sun is shining, her fortune cookie outlook is fantastic, and she is ten pounds lighter. Bless her heart, you love her but you are a bit bothered by it all. You will find yourself clapping courteously for her on the outside, while you shout on the inside , “It just isn’t fair.”

Nothing brings out the comparison monster quicker than admitting you are not ok with where you are. It is as though the enemy is crouched in the corner waiting to attack the moment you say it out loud. He is quick to show you, when you are in the midst of your struggle, how great everyone else seems to be doing. In fact, he takes great delight in parading in front of you the success stories of your closest friends and the masses as you sit rehearsing your latest dashed hope.

Nobody Loves Me, Everybody Hates Me

We are an all girl household except for one very brave super dad. We lean towards a flair for the dramatic. If there is one phrase I hear almost daily it is, “That isn’t fair. Why did she get more than me?” I tend to roll my eyes at this approach because I know good and well the accuser had her fair share. This approach rarely works for me. I tell my girls, “Life isn’t fair. This is a great lesson to learn young.”  I also sound just like my mother when I say it. I want them to know, the sooner they realize there is no fair-o-meter hanging mysteriously in the sky the better off they will be. They usually sulk off to their room and toss themselves on their bed in a heap of tears that would give Scarlet O’Hara a run for her money. They are convinced nobody loves them, everybody hates them and they might as well stop living all together. How could they when life just isn’t fair? 

We grown up girls feel it too. I have done my fair share of wailing on my bed. We desperately want life to be fair. And by fair, I mean we want our version of fair. We want things to go our way, on our schedule, with our people.  If we are honest, at times we want God to be a good fairy who shows up with a magic wand. We want Him to turn our soot covered rags into fairytale worthy ball gowns every single time we ask. And for once, we want it to be about us, not our sister. You know what I’ve discovered? It isn’t just us or our kids who know this feeling. Bible girls felt it, too. Just ask Martha.

Mary and Martha and throwing your sister under the bus.

Martha was standing in the kitchen. Mary was at the feet of Jesus. One of them was not happy with where she was, or maybe she was not happy with where her sister was by comparison. Do you know the story?

“As Jesus and the disciples continued on their way to Jerusalem, they came to a certain village where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. Her sister, Mary, sat at the Lord’s feet, listening to what he taught. But Martha was distracted by the big dinner she was preparing. She came to Jesus and said, “Lord, doesn’t it seem unfair to you that my sister just sits here while I do all the work? Tell her to come and help me.” Luke 10: 38-40

This is a snapshot moment in the lives of two sisters. In it we find a house full of hungry people and Martha feeling the weight of feeding them all. She was frustrated. When we are not ok with where we are, tension rises. Can you feel it too in this story?

From Martha’s view, she had the short end of the stick. She was quick to throw Mary under the bus because in her estimation, it was not fair she was doing all the work.  Where was Mary while Martha was in the kitchen? She was lounging at the feet of Jesus. Mary did not feel the tension. Martha was not having it. In comparing herself to Mary, any joy she may have had in serving Jesus died on the spot.

But Jesus said: “Oh Martha, Martha, you are so anxious and concerned about a million details, but really only one thing matters. Mary has chosen that one thing, and I won’t take it away from her.”  Luke 10:41-42, The Voice Translation

I love how Jesus uses Martha’s name twice to make sure He has her attention. I think He said it tenderly. I think He looked her straight in the eye. He was not so much excusing Mary, but gently pulling Martha back to the one thing she was missing. While she was busying complaining about where she was and comparing herself to Mary, she was missing Jesus. He was drawing her back to Himself.

God is saying this to us as well. “Girl, you are so anxious and concerned over your place in life, but only one thing matters.”  Do you hear Him? He is drawing us back to Himself.  He is making a place at His feet for us. We will probably come to Him frustrated, anxious, and with our list of complaints. We may feel like He is holding out on us. We may tell Him it is not fair. The truth is, what He is offering is what really matters. It is a deeper relationship with Him. He is willing to use anything in our lives to accomplish this if we will let Him. The question is, will we take that seat? Will we go deeper with Him, or will we continue to look around at everyone else and want what they have? ”

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Comparison is a two headed monster. It keeps us in an ugly place and it makes us want what our sister has. If we want to grow through this process and find Jesus in the middle of it, we have to look to Him and not others. I love this quote by Robert Murray M’Cheyne “For every look at self, take ten looks at Christ.” I think we can apply  it to comparison as well. When we are in a place of struggle, we have to look ten times more to Christ and His Word. Next week, we will find a few things we can look at and stand on.

Q. Oh sweet friend I know this is so hard. Do you struggle with the “C” Word  - Comparison?  Has it stolen your last bit of joy? What would it look like in your life if you accepted the invitation to sit next to the feet of Jesus and go deeper with Him instead?

See you next week, for Chapter 5.

xo,

Stacey

Last January I wrote a post for a blog called Together in 10 which was the premiere fashion blog for the mommy crowd. It was such a fun post with the best comments. Sadly, the Together in 10 site died a very unhappy death and so did my post. I’ve been looking for it everywhere on the web, where old posts go to pasture. I have had no luck at all. I did find part of it, this weekend and decided to recreate the post.  So here goes…

Hello, my name is Stacey and I am cardigan addict. I suppose I didn’t mean to buy 7 of them.  Ok, it is more like 10. But clearly, I did because they are hanging in my closet. Last week I posted my What I Wore Wednesday Post  and shared this image:

My style = your style. Only without all the cardigans. Well, I do wear a few of them. Just not as often as you! – Liza Lee Grace

I just realized I have a cardi on in every photo! How funny, but true! – me, the cardigan addict

1. A cropped denim jacket.

2. A boyfriend blazer.

3. Denim shirt

4. Pull over sweater (so not a cardigan)

Can you tell I mean business? I mean, come on, I’ve gone all Pinterst on my problem. By the way, you can follow my efforts to break the cycle here.

Surely this is two steps in the right direction. I have admitted my problem (Twice now). And, I’ve started looking for ways not to wear a cardigan. I’m trying friends, this is all I can do, right?

I think I can do better. Unless of course, Loft calls and asks me to originate my own Stacey Cardi Collection. Which would be AWESOME. And, so not the point.

Can you help a girl out? Do you have a favorite alternative to the cardigan? I’d love to hear from you on the subject. Unless of course you need to confess, too.

Cause ,I’m hear for you girl. No matter what.

xo,

Stacey

So today, I’m pulling together a few of my favorites for summer. 

1. A pretty summer weight scarf.

I ordered this one last year from American Eagle. I love it because it matches everything. I realize that a scarf in the summer is a little bit ridiculous. But, I love the pop of color.

2. A White T-Shirt.

I mean let’s face it, it goes with everything. I love my sun washedwhite t-shirt from Loft.

3. A Maxi Skirt

I might have said the maxi skirt is the new yoga pants for busy moms. I meant it if I did. You can look halfway decent without a lot of effort. Plus, you are wearing a skirt and that always gets bonus fashion points in my book. This one is from Kohls, I love the chevron stripes. More bonus points for looking slimmer.

4. A Fun Summer Shoe

I love my Toms Wedges. I tend to wear flip flops or canvas tennis shoes the most in the summer. But these shoes, just look like summer. They come in tons of colors. I’m partial to the black.

5. A Cardigan

Come on, you knew it was coming, right? I could not let you think for one minute that this Florida girl shelves her cardigans in the summer. I prefer 3/4  or short sleeves this time of year. This lovely is from Target.  (Notice the white t-shirt and the Toms. See, I told you!)

These are just a few of my favorites. I’m currently looking for a pair of shorts I won’t embarrass myself in and an easy pair of slip on sandals for running to the grocery store type of errands.

What are your summer faves?

xo,

Stacey

My God size dream began with a whisper while I was folding laundry. Does God sometimes whisper to you, too?  I’m over at my friend Holley’s place today sharing my story. I’d love for you to drop in!

xo,

Stacey

P.S. AND…Mothers of Daughters is all new today!  I’ve been working like crazy behind the scenes and it is finally ready! I am so excited for you to see it. After, you go to Holley’s, come on over!

From Chapter 3 {Removing the Veil of Fine}: 

“You might be ok with telling God you are not ok. You may figure, He knows anyway.  It isn’t easy, but it makes good sense to be on the same page with the One who knows your heart from the inside out. David knew this truth, too:

“O Eternal One, You have explored my heart and know exactly who I am; You even know the small details like when I take a seat and when I stand up again. Even when I am far away, You know what I’m thinking. You observe my wanderings and my sleeping, my waking and my dreaming, and You know everything I do in more detail than even I know. You know what I’m going to say long before I say it. It is true, Eternal One, that You know everything and everyone.”

Psalm 139: 1-4, The Voice Translation

Did you catch that? The Eternal One, He knows everything. He knows more than we know. I find this comforting in every way. I can rest in this truth for days.

However, not comforting is the idea of everyone else knowing the small details of my life. I would rather keep my “I am not ok with where I am”  between me and God. I know He can keep a secret, but my Facebook Friends might be another story. Plus, if I tell them, I’m not ok, they might reject me and call me crazy.

My friend Emily Freeman writes about this so beautifully in Graceful: Letting Go of the Try Hard Life:

“The fear of rejection drives me hard, eating away at my courage. And so my love is cautious. My faith is timid. My story is small. I long to be seen, but I feel safe when I’m invisible. So I stay the good girl. And I hide,” p. 19.

This is the story of my life.  I lived small and played the good and fine girl part like a pro. I did not want others to see my weariness, so I hid behind a veil of, “Fine.”  About a two years ago, I finally stepped out from my favorite hiding place.

I could tell you my story, but I think I’ll save it for the book. Plus, if you have been around here any length of time, you know it already. Instead, I’m going to jump ahead in the chapter to one of my favorite Bible stories. It is filled with drama and has an amazing truth for us as we move toward being ok with where we are…

Veils, Sister-Wives, and the One Who Loves us Truly, Madly, & Deeply

When I think of hiding and veils I think of Leah. She is the poster-girl for hiding. Her story of hiding is found in Genesis chapter twenty-nine.

“Now Laban had two daughters. The older daughter was named Leah, and the younger one was Rachel. There was no sparkle in Leah’s eyes, but Rachel had a beautiful figure and a lovely face.” Genesis 29:16-17, NLT

I can see her trying to blend in, not rock the boat, and be the kind of girl who was okay with where she was. But the truth is there was no sparkle in her eyes. She was not okay. 

“Since Jacob was in love with Rachel, he told her father, “I’ll work for you for seven years if you’ll give me Rachel, your younger daughter, as my wife.”

So Laban invited everyone in the neighborhood and prepared a wedding feast. But that night, when it was dark, Laban took Leah to Jacob, and he slept with her.” Genesis 29:18-23, NLT

The girl without a sparkle in her eyes pretended to be the girl with the lovely face.  She hid behind the veil and played the part. Now, I’m willing to entertain the fact that Leah did not have a whole lot to say about the part she was asked to play. Scripture simply states it happened. We don’t know for sure. But, what I think might be possible, is Leah was able to follow through with the plan because she had been hiding for years. This was all too familiar territory for her. “Live small, stay invisible, be the good girl who always does what you are told,” she might have thought.

We see in the story of Leah how hiding can lead to a whole mess of trouble.  One man, two women, and twelve children set the stage for a massive sister-wives drama. It sounds to me more like a HBO series than a Bible story. I’m so glad God included this in His Word. Real women, who live real broken lives I can identify with speak loudly to me, especially when I am not ok with where I am.  My heart breaks for Leah. Does yours, too? Do you see yourself in her distant stare wondering what could have been?

Yet, even in her hiding we see a loving God who met her right where she was. He knew her hiding places. He saw the one Jacob did not love and chose to bless her. He brought her out of hiding into a beautiful story of legacy through her son Judah. One of my favorite books adds this about the story of Leah:

“Now when Leah knew that God loved her, in her heart suddenly it didn’t matter anymore whether her husband loved her the best, or if she was the prettiest. Someone had chosen her, someone did lover her—with a Never Stopping, Never Giving Up, Unbreaking, Always and Forever Love.” The Jesus Storybook Bible, p 74.

God’s love frees us up, like Leah, to be drawn out of our hiding places, too. He wants us to share our stories and help others to see we work from acceptance not toward it. You know, when Leah took off the veil of fine, I think she was smiling from ear to ear. God loved her, and no matter what others said, that would never change.”

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Do you need to take off the veil of fine? Is God calling you to come out of your favorite hiding place? Oh sweet sister, let Him draw you out of there. He has a beautiful story wants to write through you. And it can start, today.

If this particular chapter didn’t get all up in your business, I’m guessing next week will. It is all about the “C” word we all struggle with, can you guess it? More next Monday.

xo,
Stacey

What is it about vacation that makes you need a vacation?

Last week I had a blessed few days on the beach with my family. It was a sweet time for us.  But let’s be honest, vacation is hard work for a weary mom. Doing life out of suitcases and out of your normal routine is not easy. I loved it, but at times I thought being home would have been easier. Still, breaking away with our families is important. So, God willing, we do it.

Lately, I keep having to push down this feeling of wanting to run away. Mostly, I just want to run away to Starbucks ,the Mall, or someplace where someone will make me a sandwich. By the way, there is no greater love than a friend who makes sandwiches I think. Maybe this is my own personal struggle, I wrote about it in Hope, but daily it still presses in.

I’ve been reading Psalms  this summer and been encouraged by David. He was running for his life, literally. But, in his heart David was always running to the Lord. And, while he was running from and to simultaneously, he was most likely singing about it.

I’m realizing, as I’m watching David, I can run away and change my circumstances. But if I run to the Lord, it will change my heart.

“But let those who run to You for safety be glad they did;

let them break out in joyful song.

May You keep them safe—

their love for You resounding in their hearts.

12  You, O Eternal, are the One who lays all good things in the laps of the right-hearted.

Your blessings surround them like a shield.”

Psalm 5: 11 – 12, The Voice Translation

This is my prayer, today for you and me. That we will be found running to the Lord, and be glad we did. I’m asking God to overwhelm us with His grace.  May His love will fill our hearts and echo in our lives.

May the song break forth, friends. Even if we are on way to Starbucks.

xo,

Stacey

{for other Dear Weary Mom letters today, go here.}

And mostly I was wearing what I’m sure was a mom bathing suit. But,I won’t show you any of those pictures for obvious reasons. We had a lovely time. I could stare at this scene for hours. And so I did.

Here are a couple of things I wore before I sat and stared in those blue chairs and after I came home.

Let’s talk about shorts and my lack thereof. I have one pair as pictured above. I kind of think at this stage in my life they need to cover more than my back end which seems to be the current trend. Really, short shorts are not too pretty pretty on me.

Shirt: Loft

Shorts: Old Navy

Shoes: Target

Belt: American Eagle

I wore this for Ballet Recital Night 1. I may or may not have borrowed the vest from my 13 year old. I will never tell.

Vest: Target

Cute Red Flower: My mothers day gift from my daughter!

Tank: Old Navy

Skirt: Old Navy

Shoes: Old Navy

This outfit is brought to you by Loft. All of it, except the shoes which are a hand me down from my sweet friend Krystal. Also, I may have jumped for joy when the white jeans were able to be buttoned. Let’s just say, it has been a while!

Dress, Belt, Jeans: Loft

Shoes: Target via Krystal

Bracelet: Thailand street shopping

Earrings: My friend Tracie gave them to me

Have a great week!

xo,

Stacey

Check out the other What I Wore Girls over at Lindsey’s place

I really don’t intend for this to feel like a ten step program to being ok with where you are.  Most of the time I find myself going back and forth between the ‘steps’ like a game of hopscotch. Some days, they happen simultaneously in my life.  In general, you don’t have to complete one to be ready to move ahead to another. You might think of  How to Be Ok With Where You Are as an abstract painting instead of a paint by number. It may get a bit messy at times, but in the end you still get a vivid and personal piece of art.

My hope is you feel the freedom to jump to a section that seems to be a sticking point for you. You have that option. This is absolutely true for all the chapters with one exception. Chapter 1 and 2 always go together, like Ebony and Ivory, Anne Shirley and Dianna Barry, or Bugs Bunny and the Road Runner. If you are willing to read and walk through chapter 1 you need to read and walk through chapter 2. You can’t separate the two.

You may pause, take a breath and brace yourself for chapter 2. This is totally fine with me. Please, by all means grab a cup cup of coffee or some chocolate because you just admitted you are not ok with where you are. This is huge. This is life changing. Now that I think of it, you should probably take a moment to prepare yourself, because chapter 2 may be the hardest one. I know it is for me.

So by all means, when you are ready, read on.

{From Chapter 2: Give It To God}

“Sadly, you can’t stay on the bathroom floor forever

(SIDENOTE: You would totally know what this reference means if I had given you all of Chapter 1. So sorry, just act like you know what I mean).

You have to get up for obvious reasons. Someone will probably need to use it eventually. If you are a mama like me, it is most definitely because someone needs you. Sometimes those people who need you will stick their tiny fingers under the door to see if they can touch you. Sometimes they will pass a note underneath that says they are sorry. You might laugh a little, but still contemplate staying put.

But, when you finally get up from the bathroom floor, wipe your tears, and check yourself in the mirror, Jesus will always ask you one question.  It is vitally important to answer it before going to chapter 3, 6, or 8.

Do you trust Me?

Back in the early 1980’s, before my first home permanent gone wrong, I rode a red, white, and blue bicycle with a banana seat and had a mutt dog named Brownie. He was the smartest dog in the world. But, that is another story. I also loved cheesy posters. This may explain why I am prone to pin inspirational sayings on Pinterest.

My dentist had the best posters hanging on the ceiling with push pins. My favorite was one that read:

If you love something set it free.

If it comes back to you it was yours.

If it doesn’t it was never meant to be. – Unknown

The poster depicted a beach scene with a girl tossing a dove into the air. I guess she really loved that bird. I always wondered why she wanted to set free the thing she most loved. I was sure that dove was never coming back. “Poor, 80’s beach girl,“  I thought.

Lately, I feel like I am living in this tired poem and giving my “it” to God is a bit like tossing that dove into the air. I know there are shades of truth here. I have to be willing to let go of what I was hoping like crazy was God’s best for me. There is one one major difference, however. When I give my “it” to God I am not setting it free to fly and let the universe decide to bring it back or not. Instead, I am surrendering my plans to a personal God who loves me and knows what is best for my heart.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.” Jeremiah 29:11

The trouble comes when I have something I really want to fit in God’s plan for my life and think I know better. I tend to hold on like a toddler who doesn’t want to share with her playmate. “Mine!” is a word I am all to familiar with in a house full of girls. It is next to impossible to unwrap my three year olds hands from a toy she thinks she deserves. Parenting 101 teaches you to not  force the child’s hand, but offer her something better.

Often, God will orchestrate my life in such a way I have no choice but to let go of my “it” because it is not part of His good plan for my life. His hand extends to me and He whispers, “Dear one, if you keep holding on to that, you can’t hold on to my hand. There simply isn’t room for you to hold both.” Faith comes when I can’t see what else He is holding in His other hand or where His plan will lead. It feels like giving it to God is letting it go. When really, it is about having a hand to grab His and readying my heart to receive what He wants to give me instead. I have to trust His plan is infinitely better. At the end of the day, it is really about surrender.”

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I’m not really crazy about that “s” word either. But there it sits just the same.  The rest of chapter 2 unpacks it and hopefully will lead us both to better things. What am I saying? Of course it does! It leads us to chapter 3 which I will share with you in part, next Monday.

xo,

Stacey

P.S. If you missed Chapter 1, go here.

You came. I was so hoping you would! Last week, I asked you to show up every Monday for the next 10 weeks and help me write a book. So here you are, coffee cup in hand ready to get to work. I’m glad and nervous at the same time. Does it show much? (Hint: This is the place where you reassure me that I have nothing to be nervous about.)

Today, I’ll be sharing part of Chapter 1 from “How To Be Ok With Where You Are.” I know it will not feel complete. It isn’t supposed to. There is still more to come.

Here is a bit of background on the book to get us started:

Recently, I had an Olympic sized disappointment of my own. Something I had been working hard on for months fell through my fingertips. I could almost hear the gasp of the crowd in my ears as my own dream died in the form of a short email. I took a moment (translation the better part of a day) to dance with the disappointment and then I had a decision to make. What next? 

This was not an unfamiliar place for me. In my 40+ years I have had many disappointments. Some may seem small, others were life changing. I began to think back on each of those times in my life and saw a theme.  I saw for the first, time learning to be ok with where you are  is a process.

Confession time: I hate process.

I’m not entirely on the other side of it. This book is my way of walking through it and not getting stuck along the way.I love that you are here. It is so much better to walk together. I’m secretly hoping we can work out  being ok with where we are together.

I promise to cheer loudly for you. I’m hoping you’ll cheer for me, too.

{From Chapter 1}  

Admit it.

“I’ve never been a runner. There was one time in college when I tried to become a one because I desperately needed to shed the freshman fifteen. My roommate Nichole loved to run. She ran for the sheer fun of it. I was pretty sure I didn’t, remembering my days on the high school volley ball team. But, I needed results and fast. So I asked her to help me. She took on the challenge with great delight.

We would run after class just before dinner. Up hills and down, I felt every pound of the pavement on my entire body. She would glide effortlessly beside me while I gasped for air. After our run she would say, “Wow, that was great!” and then proceed to make and eat the biggest plate of pasta I have ever seen. I wanted to die and eat a pint of ice cream. I’m pretty sure I whined consistently about it to everyone who would listen.  One day while running it occurred to me, “I hate this. I hate everything about it. So why am I doing it?”

I quit running that day.

Nichole went on to run marathons and mini-marathons. She simply loved to run. I did not. The day I admitted I was not a runner was the end of my running career, but it was the beginning of something else. I started walking instead. Walking worked for me. I could walk for miles without hurting. My mind was able to slow and could release the frustrations of my day or casually communicate with whoever might be with me at the time. Usually, this was just me and Jesus. As it turns out, He likes walking, too.

Sometimes trying to be ok with where you are feels like running when you hate it. You are gasping for air and really all you want to do is stop the madness. You might also be steadily whining about it to everyone around you. Consider this your permission slip to admit it and stop running around and pretending you are ok.

It is ok to admit it to yourself and God. Don’t worry, He can take it. You’ll feel better, too. It will also be the first step in your new journey. This new journey will take you straight to the heart of God.  If you let Him lead the way you will find you are not only ok with where you are, you are grateful for how you arrived.

I know first steps can be the most difficult. Wouldn’t it be great if we could watch someone else go through the process ahead of us? Well, luckily for us Scripture is packed full of examples, and I think I’ve found a few we can learn a thing or two from.”

Join me next Monday for part of Chapter 2.

xo,

Stacey

My Kindle reader is jam packed full with goodness to read this summer. Soon, we’ll be taking a vacation to the beach and here is what I’m excited to work my way through: (FYI: post contains Amazon Affiliate Links, see below)

Quitter by Jon Acuff: My husband and I are reading this book together and loving it. I know Jon has another book out already, but we are fine with being one book behind. Most of the books I read are pretty girlified, so it is fun to be reading this one with Mike. Thanks Jon for writing something we both want to read!

Sparkly Green Earrings by Melanie Shankle: I have heard nothing but good about this book. I met Melanie last fall at the LifeWay conference called DotMom. So in blogger land, we go way back.  She is hilarious and a girl mama. Mike is not reading this one with me, you can probably guess why.

Bread and Wine by Shauna Niequest: This book is going to absolutely wreck my efforts to stop eating bread. Plus I don’t even drink wine. However, it is all about love, family, and food. I grew up on these things and I’m excited to indulge my heart in this way. Also, as an added bonus the  (in)courage community is going to be reading it, too. It sounds like a party. I’m so there!

Unglued by Lysa TerKeurst: This is the book my family will thank me for reading. Oh sure, they love bread, but they will love a cool tempered mama even more. I’ve known for a while that I needed to make a date with this book and read it with heaps of coffee and maybe a cupcake. I’m done avoiding it. Project kinder, gentler, mommy has begun.

So, what are you reading this summer? I’d love to hear.

xo,

Stacey

Disclosure: This post is full of Amazon Affiliate links. If you click on a link and buy, I’ll get a small compensation that will help me buy more books and things from  Amazon that my family will enjoy. Thank you for being awesome like that, as always.