Luna Bella’s Birthday

Ariel’s closest friend is Luna, and my closest friend is her mommy, Navi.  Monday was Luna’s second birthday, and I wanted to take this time to show you her gift.  I really wanted to do something heartfelt, meaningful, and unique.  So here’s what I came up with.

For the few of you who may not know, “Luna” means “moon” in several languages.  In her case, it’s Italian, a language that her daddy loves.  Her mom has always been in love with the moon, and they chose her name as a nod to both parents’ passions.

Included with the moon, which is meant to be hung from her ceiling, is a blessing:


May you treasure your name and the love with which it was chosen.

May your hands help the needy and comfort the sad.

May you blossom like a flower, growing and opening to reveal your inner beauty.

May you see and love the beauty of those who are different from you.

May you take pride in your unique heritage.

May you find beauty in the simple things.


May angels watch over you.

May you create beauty out of utility.

May you never doubt your great value.

May you remember that, just as the moon reflects the sun, so your beauty, intelligence, charm, and grace reflect Someone far greater than yourself.

May your feet be quick to run from evil and rush to those in need.

May you be seen and admired for the perfect rose you are – beautiful, complex, delicate, and fierce.

May you remember that your life, like the moon, waxes and wanes. May you never boast in the good times, nor despair in the bad, but may you always be ready for the next phase in the cycle of your fortune.

May you wield with discernment the passive power that you command, for though the moon sits peacefully in the sky, it silently commands the oceans, the crops, the cycles of women and the minds of men.

May you shine.

Nearly every item on the moon has a meaning which directly corresponds to one of the blessings.  All but one of the items were objects found around the house.  I felt that scavenging for the decor added a touch of… sincerity?  I can’t find exactly the right word, but, essentially, it helped make the moon the very opposite of “canned.”

Making this moon was so therapeutic.  It was wonderful to watch it come together and take pride in something that I was creating.  I haven’t spent nearly enough time expressing my creativity in recent years, and the feeling of euphoria that I got from this project has inspired me not to put the hot glue gun away quite yet!

Happy Birthday, Luna!  We love you!


Does anyone really enjoy Valentine’s Day?

Or is it all just a bunch of hype that leaves you disappointed.

Personally, I just can’t win on the receiving end of Valentine’s Day – and it’s not Dan’s fault.

It’s easy enough to make him some special food item and call it good. Our first V-Day married, I made him fajitas for the first time. Huge success. The next year, I made coconut shrimp for the first time. Another huge success. I have no recollection of last year. This year I made him a pie. He’s happy.

But me? You see, there’s just too many ridiculous Valentine’s expectations that we are taught as women. Dan really couldn’t possibly get it right, because I don’t think there’s a “right” to get.

If he gets me flowers, well, thanks, that’s a nice gesture. It also cost $20 bucks and will be dead soon. There are so many other, better things that I could do with $20 bucks. Besides which, flowers by themselves are kind of a wimpy gift for a holiday, according to American advertising. And if you don’t care about American advertising and stereotypical expectations, why are you getting me flowers?

But say he got me something useful. I told him the other day that I would love to have some nice glass flour jars and metal scoops. I’d be thrilled to have them, but there would definitely be a let-down, because it’s not romantic.

What if he went all out? What if he got me some real jewelry? Well, then I’d feel guilty that he’d spent so much on me, and it would be incredibly difficult for him to pick out something that I would want to wear often. And if I wouldn’t wear it often, I would feel like it was a total waste.

So this leaves two options. The first is chocolate. He is currently on his way to New Seasons to get me some nice, milk-free chocolate. It’s not grand or surprising, but at least it doesn’t net a negative response from me.  Chocolate will be nice, and it’s sweet that he’s willing to drive out there and read a few dozen ingredient lists just for me.  🙂

The other option would be a surprise getaway. Maybe, some day, when we have money and I’m not breastfeeding, he’ll do that. That would be nice.

Am I just ridiculously hard to please?

I hope to get to the point where I seriously don’t give a crap about Valentine’s Day, so that the let-down won’t be a problem and he can just get me things like flour jars and I will be happy as a clam. In the meantime, ugh. What a dumb day.