I’m Marielle. I’m a small-town Minnesota writer, photographer, and sugar-coffee junkie. I have small children, big dreams, and (thankfully) a God who’s bigger than all of it. Despite my degree in fashion, the only things I’m accessorizing with these days are spit-up stains and the occasional cheerio stuck to my butt. I usually spend nap time here, writing about motherhood, editing photos, and desperately attempting to communicate with other humans who speak actual words.
BUT LET’S GET REAL FOR A SECOND.
Now that you’ve read that pretty little summary that tells you absolutely nothing real about who I actually am, I’ll get into the nitty gritty. I should probably start with something that makes you envy my perfect, dreamy life as a stay-a-home mom who has perfected the art of marriage and motherhood. But guess what?
AIN’T GUNNA HAPPEN.
I am not very good at decorating, I am extremely indecisive, I am most definitely an introvert, I am absolutely terrible at small talk, and I hate (I mean hate) cleaning. That can sometimes be a problem considering my job is basically to clean up after two little tornadoes all day long.
And yes, I am mama to two sweet little bambinos, one girl and one boy. They sure do keep me humble, especially when I stroll past the clothing section at Target, catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and realize I’ve left the house, yet again, with 7 bows in my hair and the aforementioned cheerios stuck to my lower half. You’ve done this too, right? (Just nod and smile…)
I like to think I am extremely passionate about a lot of things, like white chocolate mochas, photography, my hubby, and some days, attempting to eat healthy (which usually lasts about 3 hours after a good workout, until I open the cupboard and remember, OREOS). But mostly, I am passionate about my one true and constant love, Jesus. He is real, people. He has continued to show me his mercy, grace, and love each day as I stumble through motherhood wearing yesterday’s mascara, a touch of my daughter’s lunch for extra flare, and sticky baby finger “ish” all over my sweatpants. Err, I mean, skinny jeans.
I could continue on about my shortcomings as a wife, and my latest guilty pleasures (cough, cough, The Bachelor, cough), but I guess you’ll just have to dig into the blog to find out all the juicy details about my life.