It all started with Morgan Freeman

“How did y’all meet” This is one of those awkward, small talk questions that inevitably comes up. Peter will tell you we met after a Thirty Seconds to Mars concert at the Delano in South Beach. He claims to have been kicked out due to a dress code violation but somehow ended up sneaking back in, after borrowing some random guys’ pants. Anyone who knows Peter, knows this is a completely viable scenario. It’s also one of the many reasons why I fell in love with him- he’s completely nuts (& Italian.)
Back to HIS story- We apparently had mutual friends who introduced us. I, however, have no recollection of this magical meeting what-so-ever.

Fast forward 6 months, I had moved back to Atlanta from Miami and went through one of those obnoxious & annoying phases of constantly posting those oh-so-inspiring, inspirational quotes on Facebook.  On one particularly sassy day, I quoted Morgan Freeman “Some birds aren’t meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright”

According to the Internet, this particular quote, although spoken by Morgan Freeman, said it was written by Stephen King- And since everything on Google is accurate, that’s exactly who I quoted..

Cue Peter (who had somehow ended up on my friends list unbeknownst to me).. He is one of those guys who quotes every movie, ever watched- He also likes a good debate, So clearly, he swooped right in to correct my inspirational faux pas and the rest is history..

After a couple months of phone conversations & texting, Pete decided to fly to Atlanta. This is when we coherently met for the first time. I picked him up from the airport & we ended up going to get sushi. Half way through our dinner, I told myself, “I’m going to marry this guy” .. And marry him did… But first, we did the long-distance thing for awhile & Surprise, got pregnant. Although we did things a little backwards, I wouldn’t have it any other way!

Fast forward 9 months & our beautiful, Gabriella Sophia, was born. We were so in love with our little miracle, that after our wedding, we decided to try for one more. Thankfully for us, it happened right away, and in true Peter & Rachelle random fashion, we got the surprise of our life, TWINS!

Anyone who knows me, knows I have twin baby sisters, so for me to be having a set of my own, it was truly magical. Even though I hoped to have had at least one boy, God had different plans. We were blessed with 3, healthy little girls & seeing how much they love their Daddy and how much he adores his girls, it has brought me a completely, newfound love for him- Not only is he an amazing husband (who makes me laugh on a daily basis) but I honestly couldn’t have picked a better father for my girls if I tried.

In retrospect, I’m not exactly sure where my bright feathers and I thought we were flying off to, but it’s all pretty clear to me now- I didn’t want to be “caged” in the same, old boring Atlanta routine. This was where I belonged. Here, in my little Boca Birdcage-singing loud, high-pitched, off-key songs with my 3 little chickadees & my Prince Charming.
Happy Fathers Day, Peter Pants.. We love you 💛💙💜💚

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A Beautiful Disaster

 

I’ve always entertained the idea of entering the blog world, but I never actually took it seriously until recently. I, like so many others, wondered “What the heck am I going to write about” and most importantly, “Why on earth would anyone care to read what I have to say.” I’ve always thought to myself, “If Barbara Sue in Idaho, with the 8,000 cats can start one AND maintain thousands of followers, then why the heck couldn’t I?! So, here I am…
The other day, I was chatting with my lovely neighbors over a couple bottles of wine when my most recent business idea came up- (more on this later. And No, I’m not going to hold you hostage and beg you to join my “team” all while blowing up your FB feeds with oils, protein shakes and skin creams). Anyhow, my friend was suggesting that I finally start my blog, while her husband, Mr. Computer tech, went on about IP addresses and web traffic. At this point I started to zone out- partly because of the wine & partly because it was getting dark and I knew I had to drive my daughters’ power wheel Jeep home. Regardless, the last thing I needed was to get a DUI in a Barbie car.
Once home, the one thing that resonated was, once again, this Blog thing. I’m a super over-thinker, so once I get an idea in my head, it’s on, & on & on.. I was about to go to bed when a random phrase popped into my head. I wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget and off to bed I went.
“The Risk of Reality” That’s what I wrote. Why, I couldn’t tell you, but one thing I knew, I loved it! So much, that I bought the domain, started the TM process and now, here I am…

Sitting in the car pool lane, & still over-thinking, I googled the definition of Reality- “The state of things as they actually exist, rather than as they may appear or might be imagined.” In our society today, everyone lives in one big Instagram filter. There’s a “Risk of Reality”. I admit, I’m just as guilty as the next of cropping out that larger than life arm in a pic, or smoothing out a little under-eye bag here and there, but I have 3 little girls to raise. I want them to be better than me & I want them to know they’re beautiful, smart and fabulous-flaws and all.

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