So a couple weeks back the fella and I dedicated Theo at church. It was a short but sweet moment during the service that will forever hold a place in my heart. We presented our little guy, before God and our community, asking for grace and wisdom in carrying out our responsibilities as his parents. That’s a tall order, I know, but one we’re not doing alone. Nope, we have family and friends and most of all our Savior to help guide us in this journey. Theo has a community of people who will have a hand at raising him to be the best version of himself. And that makes me happy.
And on that glorious day this is what I wore. Nothing to write home about but pieces that I love and make me feel pretty. A wrinkly, floral midi skirt I was finally able to squeeze into postpartum, a super old eyelet dress worn as a top and blush tone espadrilles comfortable enough to lug around my 20 pound butterball during the dedication ceremony. All in all, a really feminine look with a vintage feel.