My Promise To You

• May 8, 2016
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Muscato In A Mason Jar was a close runner up for the title of this blog. It’s witty, oozes southern charm, and gives a nice nod to my fortunate decision to marry a man whose last name happens to be one of my favorite wines. For a blog about my life, it’s perfect.

But, the perfection was the problem. A blog with that name would be the gleaming Pinterest worthy version of my life. It would be my beautiful little chicken coop and shiny eggs posed in a basket, not the weeks the chickens lived in my master bathtub or the eggs before I wash the shit off them. It would be photos of my smiling baby dressed in Ralph Lauren onesies and not photos of the days she spends dressed in only a diaper, crying while I pace the den in an effort to calm her down.

The reality is, life isn’t always perfect. Yes, sometimes the eggs do come out clean and sometimes this sweet daughter of mine does begin her day in an overpriced onesie. But, more often than not, it isn’t. I don’t want to share the social media edited version of my life with you. That’s not my story. It’s a partial truth, and a partial truth might as well be a lie. I want to share all of my story with you, even the parts that would never make it onto my Pinterest boards.

My promise to you, should you choose to join me here, is that Spilled Milk Love will be real. It will be honest. We will embrace the imperfections of life together and we will find the love in spilled milk.

Do it all with love.