Hannah Morrison

The Fear of Miscarriage

I wrote this piece a couple hours after I got home from my 12 week appointment over a month ago, and since writing it, I have seen multiple women share their stories of miscarriage. It is happening all the time, I have seen it and heard it too many times to count, yet I have such a greater awareness of the hurt since experiencing pregnancy myself. People I don’t even know other than through squares on Instagram, yet I have felt their pain in a way I haven’t ever been able to. I have wept with them and for them. If you have experienced loss, I cannot say I feel what you’re going through by experience, but I am aching with you. You aren’t alone and you are so loved.

It was just about time for our 12 week appointment, and I was so excited for it…. all until about 3 days before.

I legitimately think hearing my baby’s heartbeat is a top favorite thing I have ever experienced in my life. There’s nothing like it… like, you cannot explain it nor can you understand it until you are, in fact, carrying a baby inside of you. It’s surreal, it makes you gasp, and it gives an overwhelming sense of responsibility when you hear it- especially that first time. A rush of emotions come over you. The theory of a baby inside of you according to a couple dinky home tests and some nausea is all at once confirmed. All of a sudden.. it’s SO REAL, and you are responsible for keeping it safe, healthy, and helping it grow strong and big. It’s a lot to soak in all in the matter of about 2 seconds, but it’s also the most amazing sensation. It’s like I grew ten feet taller in an instant, because I had to. I was (officially) no longer responsible for just my body. The proof was on the screen like a jelly bean. I was a walking sacrifice for my child who is, for now, living inside of me because they have to. They rely solely on me.

So like I said, I was so excited for my 12 week appointment, because I knew I would get to hear the heartbeat again. It’s agonizing those first few months where you have nothing to show for your growing baby inside of you, well nothing but a bloated tummy and nausea, and you’re left only trusting all is still well in between each appointment.

And that’s when it hit me: What if we get there Thursday and the heartbeat isn’t there anymore? 

My excitement turned into gut wrenching, throat tightening, crippling fear. My excited anxiousness to be back in the doctor’s office turned into dread. I realized that, though this baby is inside of me now, I am not promised the next day and nor is my child. (whoa, it’s so weird to write “my child”- still trying to grasp the whole concept of motherhood applying to me now!) The fragility of life became real to me. I have this growing baby inside of my belly that’s the size of a plum… vital organs developed, all fingers and toes present… yet, I could lose them at any moment. This was the first moment in this whole process of becoming a mom that the weight of wanting to protect my baby at all costs but feeling helpless to do so was felt. There are going to be plenty of other moments in the next, God willing, 60, 70, maybe even 80 or more years I am on this earth that I am going to want what’s best for this baby but have no control over the outcome. I can only nurture them to the best of my ability, teach them and talk to them as openly as I possibly can, and pray hard for them. That’s literally all I can do. The rest is in God’s hands… and I cannot in any capacity fill that role. Knowing that and believing that starts now, in the womb.

Tiny and fragile is what I felt, but I wanted to feel strong, bold, and confident in my body’s abilities. What a juxtaposition of emotions, and in the moment I felt anything but strong. As fear took over me, I felt inadequate. I don’t trust my body and, worse, I don’t know if I trust God to keep this baby alive. I don’t want to go to this appointment anymore, because what if they tell me the worst news I could possibly imagine? What if they get out the doppler, and there is no heartbeat? They’ll awkwardly smirk and try to brush off their fear for the sake of my anxiety, call in another doctor, look for a new machine that might better detect the heartbeat all while trying to keep me calm… I had the whole situation playing out in my head like a horrible scene from a movie, and I was already devastated.

Week 12… it was a doozy. It was my first week I felt 100% like myself again since the whole nausea phase, yet emotionally I was crumbling. The morning of our appointment was the morning after we announced to all of our students that we are having a baby, and we were announcing to the world that night. What if this was all too good to be true? What if we will have to sit down and grieve with tons of students, talking them through life and loss all while trying to grasp why and how this happened to us.

But then there’s truth,

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. 7 And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
8 Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.” Philippians 4:6-8

This scripture reminds me in the midst of anxiety, Satan always wants us to keep quiet in our fears. That is how he snags us and keeps us under his thick fog. He wants the imaginary hand to stay over our lips and keep us from speaking, but God says speak. God says speak your requests, ask of me what you will, and lay your fears on me. Think about all the good I have done for you before, and how faithful I was and how faithful I will be. Always. End of story.

So there we are in the doctor’s office, I lay on my back with a racing heart and squeezed fists praying for a heart beat. My midwife applied the cold jelly between my hip bones, and turned on the doppler. And, before I could even breath out “Please Jesus”, I heard the melodic symphony of my baby’s heartbeat. The low rumble of perfect beats in sync, one after the other. And once again I found myself in tears praising Jesus for another day with my child. I might not know what tomorrow brings, but I know that He has been faithful.

The fear of miscarriage was, and still is, crippling. It can swallow my thoughts. But, by prayer and petition, I daily cast my anxieties on the Lord and find overwhelming peace. I lay my hands on my belly and rock side to side, praying to God and singing worship over this child inside of me. Thank you Jesus that your love is greater than my mind and that it brings peace that surpasses all understanding. Miscarriage is real and so is the fear of one. If your experience in pregnancy has been miscarriage- like so many of my dearest friends- I weep with you. For the first time in my life, I can say I truly feel I would know a little bit of what that pain would be like to lose a baby. And even still, it’s unknown, but I know the love you have for that baby you carried inside of you for however long God gave you with that child. I also can say, even in the confusion of the hurt, if the Lord took this baby from me, I would praise him for the 12 weeks (**now almost 17) I had with them to learn what selfless love was in a way I have truly never had to give. A sacrificial love that, at all costs, is willing to do whatever it takes to nurture and provide, and do what is best.

I would praise him for showing me just a glimpse into what his love is for me.

I love you all so much, and I am so thankful to walk through the fears, celebrations, and hardships of pregnancy with you. Whether you relate to pregnancy in your current stage of life or this is completely irrelevant to your circumstances, I hope you read this and see just a sliver of what a woman in your life has likely been through. We probably all know somebody pregnant right now or someone who has lost a child. Let’s talk about it. Let’s be real and open about this crazy thing of carrying life inside of us- it brings a lot with it. Good, bad, scary, excited… it all accompanies this season.

Love people well, be kind, and be gracious.

xoxo- Han

Dress: C/O Fillyboo

Eyebrow Tinting and Shaping: Southern Chic Wax

Photos by Cottonwood Road Photography 

Oh, Hey 25

Y’all, today I am 25. That feels SO weird, and I am not gonna lie, this is the first birthday I have ever semi-dreaded.

Side note: I also had to think really hard about how to skip when Hannah told me to skip for this photo. That’s depressing and definitely ages me.

I guess turning 25 makes it official that I am not just a carefree young twenty-something anymore? I am officially knee-deep into being a mid-twenty-something.. gasp! Haha. Maybe it’s because I only have one more year left with double insurance because I am also on my parent’s but only until 26? Maybe it’s because I legit don’t understand what half our students are saying, and they have to explain to me the latest lingo. Dear Lord, I am becoming my mother! Maybe it’s because, straight up, I have had to start using anti-wrinkle cream and stretch mark preventatives… haha. Keeping it real, y’all.

But, whatever the reason- a combination of all of the above- the thought of 25 has been a scary birthday to me.

Well, that is until about 3 months ago…

Up until 3 months ago, I felt like 25 was just bringing another year of some uncertainty, busyness, and saving every dollar possible to put toward a home- all done now with the title “Quarter of a Century” under my belt. And, although 25 will certainly still be this in every regard, it’s also on track to be the most purposeful year I have ever had in my life. As of three months ago, my job title, my goals, my role for the coming year… it’s all changing in year 25 and I couldn’t be more thrilled. The dread I once felt has turned into overwhelming excitement.

I always knew in theory one day I would carry the title “mommy”, but I had no clue when it would happen. I definitely wondered if it would ever click for me and how old I would be when I wanted to become a mom. But, I couldn’t honestly have knit together a more perfect time for Paul and I to become parents than this exact time in life. So much is still unknown, of course every penny still counts, and we have nothing but EVERYTHING to learn about kids and parenting, but on the same token, so many puzzle pieces have worked themselves out over the course of the last year. I truly believe it’s all led to this.

This week we had so many plans change, but now four days later, it’s all shaking out to be perfect. I am honestly just in shock what a difference there is in our plans for life we had last week vs. this week. Life changes, but it’s always good.

Of course it is though, God is moving.

So sure, 25 might bring a whole lot more sleepless nights than college did, a lot more laundry and spit up on my tee shirt I have likely worn three days in a row, and feeling a tad frazzled at [all] times… but I am going to be a mom and I wouldn’t want to welcome a quarter of a century any other way. I am also entering into 25 as a home owner- that’s freaking exciting. The Lord’s hand has been so gracious and sweet to us this past week.

So today, I celebrate 25. And I mean genuinely celebrate it. I feel like more than ever before, more than any other stage of life, I am looking forward to the year to come with anticipation and uncontrollable giddiness. 25, I think you might be my favorite year to date, and I am sorry I ever thought any different.

I kicked off my birthday celebrations yesterday with my first facial ever, and I am sorry to say I haven’t done them more! I will definitely be adding that to my regimen. Today, I am getting a massage and my nails done, letting Paul cook, and starting to pack… because we are moving, and SOON. It’s such a good day, and I am thankful to celebrate with y’all!

xoxo- Han

All photos by Cottonwood Road Photography for The Cake by Hannah

This dress is sold out now, but it’s from Ashley Lemieux and there are a ton of similar options!

 

3 Tips to Make Reading Your Bible Easier

We have surely asked it a few times ourself, and heard it plenty,”How do I read my Bible?”

Y’all, I feel clueless more often than I would like to admit when it comes to navigating my Bible, and I have been a Christian literally for as long as I can remember. Plus… I am a pastor’s wife… aren’t I supposed to have it all together and be that person who always has it together and wants nothing more in life than to read the Bible? (haha) Y’all… believe it or not, nobody is always like that, and I will be the first to say that ain’t me. Sure, I wish… but no.

Rest easy, feel normal, and let’s dive into this together.

Let’s face it. The book is pretty dang big, it covers thousands of years of information, and it’s super important but also slightly intimidating. Can I get an amen?

I wanted to share a few tips today to help you as you sit down to read your Bible for quiet time, whenever that is for you! I am not here to say “You must be up at 5 AM reading your Bible before work.. or else you fail at life”, because though I think there is benefit to starting your day off like that (not particularly the 5 AM part), I know that for so many, quiet time is simply whatever part of the day they get to sit and be still. That can be lunch, after work, before bed…whatever works for you, do it.

I have been through a roller coaster of seasons over the years in regards to reading my Bible. Seasons where I cannot do anything until I read my Bible to seasons where I can go days without a single scripture and not care. *gasp* As you can imagine, though, the latter seasons lead to incredibly dry and thirsty ones. Our souls are meant to receive scripture like food, and when it is lacking our soul responds accordingly. We are “hangry” if you will, and it shows in the way we speak to our spouse, our energy we have to pour into others, our work ethic, our self-talk (those conversations you have with yourself about others and yourself, which can be a dangerous space)… it effects everything is what I am getting at. I am here today to encourage you in your journey, wherever you’re at, to say you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be at right this moment. And, in 3 months, you’re going to likely be at a completely different spot and that’s PERFECT. I pray you’re always seeking, growing, changing, and learning.

So how have I learned to easily navigate my Bible and incorporate it into my routine? Glad you asked. 😉

Kiss Intimidation Goodbye

This is the first key step. Opening your Bible will neither instantly make you feel on top of the world nor will you be instantly condemned and smited for flipping back the pages. All are welcome- remember that. Just give it a little look-see, I promise it won’t hurt. But in all seriousness y’all, the intimidation factor of reading the Bible varies with every person. Perhaps you fear guilt, shame, not being able to understand what it’s saying, the size… we can come up with all kinds of reasons that can make us fear reading it. Do I just start in Genesis and read through to Revelation? You can! It can feel overwhelming, filled with so much rich history and life giving messages to grasp, but bottom line, it’s not scary. Once you’ve made your mind up that the Bible is a story you get to read and be part of, it changes the way you view it. It’s not rules, it’s not guidelines to live by or just a story about a man that is good inspiration to live by that we can never live up to. In fact, that’s actually THE WHOLE POINT. We cannot live up to perfection, but Jesus can and did, and we get to be encouraged by that truth every time we open our bible. The entire book from start to finish is the foretelling of his coming (we are talking THOUSANDS of years before he EVER came), to his life on Earth, to his and resurrection, then the effect his followers had on the entire world after he left, and his return.

It’s a living and breathing story that hasn’t ended, and we are invited in to play. But, it certainly isn’t scary.

Find A Plan or Study

The best thing you can do for your quiet time is have a little structure. Find a good plan that you can follow or a devotional to go through. I am currently doing the She Reads Truth 365 day plan. I LOVE IT. I have never actually read the entire Bible on a plan before, and I am so excited to do it. I am a history junkie, and my greatest affirmation to faith is seeing the timeline of history pre and post Jesus. You cannot deny this guy lived and did what prophets thousands of years before said he would do. Everything recorded pointed to Jesus’ coming, death, and resurrection. This study with She Reads Truth gives me two Old Testament chapters and then a New Testament reading alongside it. This means I am reading the earliest years of mankind, which I find fascinating, followed by the fulfillment of the prophecies I just read. It’s an app on my phone, and I read in the morning right when I wake up right on my phone! Then, when I complete the reading for the day I check off that day and it shows me what percentage I have completed of the entire plan. I am currently 3% through it… haha.

Last year I read Shauna Niequist’s Savor, and then would read She Reads Truth daily entry. They go through studies they’ve written and have guest writers do entries every single day. It’s great!

Shauna Niequist also just released a bible study for her book, Present Over Perfect (which was AMAZING), and you can find it here.

Prayer and Meditation

Prayer life is the best life. That’s so cheesy and sounds like it should be on a tee shirt in a Lifeway Store… but it’s so true. When you live a life that is consumed by continuous conversation with God, you do things a little differently. I find myself saying “Help me Jesus” without even thinking all the time, but it’s my way of recognizing throughout my day I cannot do this on my own. Likewise, when you sit down to read, pray before. Be silent before diving in. There is something in store for you, and quieting your mind is essential to hearing and seeing what it is. Prayer and meditation before and after gives your mind time to wind down and focus before just “checking off” your to-do list, and it allows you time to soak in what you just read.

Hopefully this helps you out a little in navigating your Bible. Seriously, read Shauna’s books. Cold Tangerines is another great one that’s perfect for the summer! I read it poolside this time last year, and it’s so good.

Love you guys! We are chomping at the bit to share a project/crazy story we have been working on since… last July. Soon enough we will share the whole thing. There will be new items coming to The Cake Shop soon, too, but don’t miss out on the current pieces. They’re my favorite, and I literally wear one of them on the daily. I am currently sitting in my Gilmore Time Tee and I rocked my Red Velvet Tee yesterday. They’re perfect for casual summer days with denim cutoffs! Don’t miss out!

xoxo- Han

True To His Word

Have you ever had to keep a promise even when you really didn’t want to?

When I was a little girl, it didn’t take much to make me happy. All I needed in life was my stuffed animals (we are talking, like, ungodly amounts), a karaoke machine, and puppies. If you think I am kidding, well, I am not. I literally sang from sun up to sundown about anything I could come up with. I would make up songs on the spot about running, my goats, puppies, being a princess… whatever it was, there was surely a Hannah song about it likely to the tune of a song from Sound of Music or Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

When I was 7, my parents surprised me with a puppy. Cue, Snickers AKA Snickerdoodle. I promised to take care of this puppy, feed him, watch him, play with him, and make sure he was just the happiest doggy there ever ever was. Eeeeeasssyyyy… right? So night one- Snickers is in the laundry room howling, and I could hear him from across the house like a blaring horn. And I knew that if I could hear him, mom and dad definitely could. So, I grabbed a couple of my stuffies and headed with haste, probably with pink soft curlers in my hair, to the laundry room where I laid on the cold floor with a tiny pup next to the dirty laundry just to keep my promise that I would take care of this puppy. Plus, I was scared to death that mom and dad would decide to take him back if he didn’t keep hush hush through the night. Night after night I would wake up to howls, grab another stuffie and make my way through the dark (let’s be real, running because we all know the monsters that jump out from under the bed and the sofa at night), lay down beside my tiny pup and sing him songs.

I was faithful to my word even when it sucked, and definitely didn’t want to. Sure, night one was semi-sweet. How cute to take care of a crying dog who needs me. By night 5… not so sweet. Sleep would have been nice, but I promised to love this puppy and love him I did.

I reached out to you guys to hear stories about things you made promises to do, but didn’t want to always keep. I heard stories about fulfilling duties for school, keeping promises to friends to be at events you didn’t want to go to anymore, and I heard a lot about love and marriage. In marriage, choosing to keep your promise -your vow to one another- is a daily undertaking. There are definitely days you won’t feel like loving your spouse because you are angry at them for… whatever it is for you that day. But, you choose to even still.

God’s love is the same way.

In Deuteronomy, the people of God were wandering in the desert and failed to follow God’s commandments over and over. Like, guys, come on. Don’t you get it? Follow God, trust him, see Promised Land. It was a feasible and seemingly simple plan. Why couldn’t they keep it together? Time and time again they failed him, and definitely did not deserve his favor. I mean, they were grumbling and angry- he rains down manna for them. Did you know God even made it so that the feet of his people would never swell or blister during their 40 years of walking in the desert? (Deuteronomy 8:4) I just read that the other morning and giggled. Like, what a compassionate God. Even in his teaching and pruning, he cares about the details. He writes them rules to abide by that will allow them the fullest life, and they were building golden Gods. Yet, Moses petitioned God over and over, reminding him of the promises he had made to their fathers and begged him to remain true to his word. And God chose to remain faithful. Not because Moses was that good at arguing with creator of the universe… definitely not. But, because that’s simply the heart of God. He is who he says he is, and that cannot be changed. God made a promise, and he was sticking to it. Even when mankind failed, even when they really messed up, God remained faithful and true to his word. He kept his promises.

Deuteronomy 7: 6-9

“For you are a people holy to the Lord your God. The Lord your God has chosen you to be a people for his treasured possession out of all the peoples who are on the face of the earth. It was not because you were more in number than any other people that He set his love on you and chose you. For you were the fewest of all peoples, but it is because the Lord loves you and is keeping the oath that he swore to your fathers, that the Lord has brought you out with a mighty hand and redeemed you from the house of slavery, from the hand of Pharaoh king of Egypt. Know therefore that the Lord your God is God, the faithful God who keeps covenant and steadfast love with those who love him and keep his commandments to a thousand generations.”

God had every right to say, “forget you. you can’t keep true to any of my commands despite the fact I just saved you from a terrible life under slavery, and you’re really just annoying me at this point”, and simply just turned his back on them. But, even still, he showed faithfulness.

I read this story and gasped. I think so often we read the New Testament and see grace and faithfulness through Jesus’ life and works on Earth. Reading a story of victory and the fulfillment of Jesus is sugary and sweet. Even in his death, there was hope and celebration. But, God of the Old Testament… that’s a different story. The dude wiped out people groups for hating him. YET, there was still compassion and loyalty. There was fulfillment of promises and grace. I think we forget that God is the same God then as he is in the New Testament through the life of Jesus. They are one in the same, so of course they possess the same characteristics. But, we forget this. At least I know I certainly do.

I have loved reading the earliest books of the OT the last couple of weeks. My history loving self has geeked a little bit reading the history of mankind, and putting the puzzle pieces together. And most of all, I have loved seeing the heart of God as constant and true. He is who he says he is. He was, is, and is to come. He keeps his promises. And now, because of Jesus, we get to be part of that story. We get to be part of his holy people. We are set apart, righteous, and holy because of faith in the works and life of Jesus. The way God wiped out people groups in order to provide land for his holy people in the OT, that’s the same way he fights for YOU now. That’s pretty sweet. Obviously, because of Jesus, things look a little different. Jesus took on the wrath of God at the cross for the sake of the world. But no doubt, God has the same fury and passion to fight for us. That has not wavered. He wants us to have the best, because we are his.

So, here’s my encouragement. You literally cannot do anything, NOT A THING, that will turn God’s back on you and make him take away his promises to you. Like he remained faithful to the people of Israel, so will he be to you. It might hurt sometimes and you might be thinking “God, have you led us to the desert to simply perish?”, but I can assure you that the Promised Land is coming. It’s on the other side of the lesson. It’s on the edge of repentance. It’s in humility. It’s in forgiveness. It’s in surrender. The Promised Land is available to you, whatever that Promised Land is in your life. What are you praying for right now and wondering if God has stopped listening to your cries over it? Has he finally said, “I am done waking up at 1 AM to go lay down beside you as you howl over and over again”… no! Never. He hasn’t stopped and never will. He is constant and faithful. He is true to his word, he keeps his promises.

Keep praying toward the promise. It’s coming. Love you sweet friends.

xoxo- Han

10 Things You Don’t Know About Us

 Hey babes!

I have had so much fun getting to know all of you over the last year and a half. It seriously is so much fun hearing from you, writing posts for you, and creating a genuine community with all of you. I thought that since I see so many new faces (or Insta-handles, I suppose) it could be fun to share 10 facts about me and Paul you might not know. I have felt pretty MIA lately with so much traveling and being sick, but I promise I am getting back into my groove and I can’t freaking wait to share so much exciting news with all of you soon. Life is so fun, and I love getting to live it with ya.

T E N  T H I N G S  T O  K N O W

1. I am the baby of my family by 5 years, and Paul is the oldest. My siblings are barely a year apart, and then I was a surprise while Paul and his brother are barely a year apart. We definitely embody a lot of the cliche sayings about the baby and the oldest, which keeps things pretty interesting around the Morrison household. 😉

2. I was a dancer in high school and Paul was a hockey player. We always joke about how HAPPY we are that we didn’t know each other in high school, because we would have hated each other. (Although, Paul thinks he could have shmoozed me. I beg to differ.) I was a goody two shoes and Paul was a rebel.

3. My favorite show since I was 5 years old has been I Love Lucy. I watch it almost daily, and I can probably tell you the entire plot line of every episode within 10 seconds of the show starting.

4. Everybody thinks Paul and I went to college together, but we didn’t! We went to different schools and met through a mutual friend at church. I happened to sit behind him, and he left church that night telling his friends he was going to marry me.

5. I am an INFJ, which people are always like “Nooo, there’s no way you’re an introvert”, which gets me on my soap box about personality types. Extrovert vs. Introvert in most cases is less to do with social interaction, and more to do with how you connect with people and how you best rejuvenate after a long day or with big crowds. I am definitely a glass of wine and a book or Netflix at the end of the day kind of girl, and I have to challenge myself to go out with people more than once a week. Paul is the opposite. He loves being around people all the time.

6. I studied Broadcast Communications in college with a minor in writing, and my internship was at D Magazine as the Weddings and Mom blogger. It is what gave me a love for this blogging thing, and I learned a lot from that. I had to write as if I was a mom, making meals for her kids with a column “What’s for Lunch and Dinner” and wrote the column “Dress for Less”.

7. I have the world’s biggest sweet tooth- I would totally eat ice cream and cake for the rest of my life- while Paul could care less about chocolate and sweets. But, funnily enough he loves sweet and savory stuff like pineapple pizza or sweet ham.

8. I love each season individually- I get giddy as each one’s distinct smell starts to fill the air. But, by far, Christmas is my favorite time of year. I live for Christmas. My best Halloween outfit ever was dressing up as Jovie with a friend who dressed up as Elf, and we won best costume at a sorority event. Paul is equally as much of a Christmas fan, and it was genuinely something early on in our relationship that we both knew we could date one another because of our ridiculous amount of excitement for Christmas.

9.  My most embarrassing moment was during high school in my AP English class. We had weekly themed journals we had to write for a final grade at the end of semester, and we NEVER had to read them out loud… until the worst possible moment came along. Our prompt for that week was to write a piece about something you regretted. So I wrote a great piece about a horrible date I went on with the biggest jerk of the school. The voice of it was great and my descriptives were on point…

Yes. I had to read out loud. Yes. Everyone knew who it was about.

I was absolutely mortified.

10. When I was a little girl, I refused to eat pizza. I know- tragic. I swore I hated it. I also didn’t eat cheesecake until I was a teenager, because I thought that meant it was made out of cheddar or swiss cheese. Now, I would give anything to be able to eat a slice of pizza and cheesecake with my food allergies. I actually have vivid dreams about thick crust pepperoni pizza at least once a week.

Love this two piece set I am rocking? It’s so so cute, and I felt on point for Easter weekend with it. Pink AND gingham? Yes please!  You can find it here from Tobi.

xoxo- Han

All photos for The Cake by Hannah by Cottonwood Road Photography

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