Follow us on Instagram!We really tried. 📷 @sabinescott_As the cold weather rolls in, I am looking back on our summer experiencing a gratitude explosion 💥We are so lucky that people we love will drive/fly hours and hours to come play in the mountains with us. Everything beautiful about this video is thanks to @dkubischta and everything choppy is me editing his original into less than a minute! Thanks to everyone else in the following pics who came to play this summer. We love love love you!My journeys to motherhood are on a podcast! I am honored to share the the ups and downs of my birth experiences, overcoming fear, making big decisions, shifting when things didn’t go as planned, coping with the pain of natural childbirth, my husband’s support, education for empowerment, discovering my needs, and ultimately how I advocated for myself and got what I wanted. My story is for any woman (or partner) whether pre-children and curious about birth, in the midst of childbearing years, or post-childbearing years wanting to reflect on their own journey. This episode is more than birth, it’s also about becoming mindful, trusting, intuitive participants in the events of our lives. Please don’t shy away because my stories took place outside of hospitals. I do not think home birth is for everyone nor is that what my story is about. My intention is to support women and their partners as they write and reflect on their own stories wherever they choose to give birth. There is a link in my profile to the podcast. You can listen there and explore some great birthing resources too! Or you can find my story wherever you get your podcasts. Search for “Happy Homebirth” podcast, episode 42. It would mean so much to me if you listened 🙏🏼 thank you @happyhomebirthpodcast for this opportunity and all you do ❤️You are lookin’ at a heart melter. The sweetest little guy I know ❤️When the camera goes swimming. #lakeshark #wisconsinThese two. ❤️
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On the long deserted stretch toward Bryce we were surprised when three Pronghorns bolted across the road in front of us. Peter swerved left, the confused Pronghorn ran right and slammed into the side of our car. I screamed the foulest of foul words and it’s nothing short of a miracle that Sage has not started running around dropping F bombs whenever she sees a animal. Somehow the word didn’t stick and fortunately we slowed down enough that both the Pronghorn and the car were ok. Well I think the Pronghorn is ok. It sauntered of into the wilderness and was only a short distance behind its friends. At the time we had no idea what the animal was and were both in shock. We found the closest pullout and drove in to catch our breath. The shock turned into tears of laughter (me) when this sign was staring at us from the side of the road.