bonjourmoon today's nail polish was truly inspired by my 'sea of love' blue-lavender long bearded iris that finally decided to bloom after seeing her peach sisters steal the show for the last two months. 1d

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bonjourmoon i've attached the song "symphony No. 3, OP. 36" by henryk gòrecki to this six month old baby girl of mine. a song her father played over and over again last night for us as i made miso salmon and he fed her rice cereal a few feet away. it could make me weep if i let it - heartbreaking and beautiful, much like being a mother, or someone in love with someone deeply, unimaginably, special. this is her song of now, so every time i hear it from this moment on, i will think of her like this photo captures her: outside the ice cream shop in a peruvian knit pink bonnet and dress, with two tiny bottom teeth poking through her gums, smiling, always, always smiling. filled to the very brim with absolute joy, so much so that when others come near her, they want a part of it, too, if only for a moment. an older man with a bright yellow shirt walked past her on sunday afternoon, looked at her, then at me, and said "how can something so small bring so much joy?" i ask myself this, too, and have, every minute from the very moment she was sparked into life.
hand knit dress + bonnet by @mioukids
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bonjourmoon meet my double delight, with strawberry red edges and a soft buttery center. she stands out amongst her sisters, not just because she is double dipped, but because she chases god's free light a little differently, intentionally, in a way that seems to say, "here i am" for as long as she can. 5d

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bonjourmoon have you ever been part of a moment that made you stop for even half a second and think, oh yes this, this i must remember, this i must revisit again someday, if only in faint, perhaps diluted, memory. i had one of those today. at the park, in my favorite new thrifted jean skirt with a few tiny white paint marks next to the pocket and target sandals that feel so me, next to my little family in the warm grass. maybe i will revisit that moment when i am tired and scared, or hurting or maybe when i'm putting away my husband's shoes in the closet when i'm sixty six, quietly, wondering how we used to be surrounded by so much noise. the chance to revisit a memory makes me work extra hard each day. to make them powerful. potent. special. 6d

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bonjourmoon what if, just what if, instead of being afraid of what is to come, and missing what we once had, we believed that our best days are ahead? that some of our best moments haven't even happened yet? i keep thinking of all the beauty in the world we have yet to find and experience and it's a wonderful thought i've allowed myself to freely fall head first, heart first, soul first, right on into. 6d

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bonjourmoon we are about to face some very big changes in our little family soon and tonight while calling for him to come outside, i said the tiniest prayer to the sky that held the tiniest sentence, "i hope he always remembers looking for me through the windows next to the roses." #gusandthewindow 1w

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bonjourmoon we made floral ice to celebrate completing whole 30 and it just so happens to match the perfect handmade @omaandjo outfit that she will be wearing until she is hopefully sixteen years old. 1w
  •   bonjourmoon @hillaryrd don't tell the president of the United States but I did have creamer in my coffee. I allowed myself that because literally I wouldn't do it if I couldn't. It would be a joyless life without it lol. But I figured it was quite radical outside of my creamer so I just worked really hard in every other department! Xxxo 6d
  •   hillaryrd @bonjourmoon thank you! 6d
  •   hersparetime She's adorable, and that bonnet is to cute :) 5d
  •   beanpole_pottery Sweetness 2d

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bonjourmoon sometimes if i let myself, i become deeply sad at the thought that we have done so many beautiful things together that they won't ever remember. and sometimes i wonder what their first memory will be. will it be something small, like us holding hands on the way to the store or sink baths next to the flowers? or something big and grand like a roller coaster next to their father? or riding a bike in golden gate park? i distinctly remember my first memory and my deepest hope is that theirs will be something beautiful to remind them forever of how we once were. of it it once was. 1w
  •   hillarycoke My first memory was my father picking a flower and sticking it behind my ear. I always thought it was such a beautiful first memory to have. Maybe it's because I have a picture of the moment but I SWEAR my mind remembers on its own. 2d
  •   kcstauffer Ahhhhh this is the sweetest. She fits so perfectly. 2d
  •   giannamcammarota Do you save all of your photos on your phone or do you use An actual camera to take them? 13h
  •   bonjourmoon @giannamcammarota just an iPhone ! My phone has sooooo many photos it's crazy 12h

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bonjourmoon most every night augustus asks where the moon is, and when he finds it, he always, always laughs. with a last name like ours, it's no wonder at all. so, a moon cake, for my darling boy's third birthday it was. 🌜(ps: first time making fondant and did you know it's as easy as can be. marshmallows + powdered sugar. that's it!) 1w
  •   kdc309 Perfect. Simply perfect! 3d
  •   graygirlphoto How have I been missing all this sweetness? Happy 3rd Augustus 1d
  •   ainsl3y The most magical cake there ever was for the most special of boys. Happy birthday Augustus! 1d
  •   themboysandme Our time zone make me miss too much. Happy 3rd trip around the Sun, Sweet boy 1d

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bonjourmoon you woke to me moving your hair to the side of your face, whispering in your ears to wake up because it was your third birthday. i put on your little dark blue bow tie and held you in my arms as we walked into the kitchen where pancakes with sparkling candles were sitting on the counter and a macrame swing decorated in balloons and old fabric were waiting just for you. the roses that we water together from our garden were sitting on the mantle and it makes every bit of sense that my water broke with you while i was arranging flowers three years ago. deep down inside every flower there is light and you are the root of our light, dear augustus. just the absolute very root. like i always say, we love you far beyond the sky 1w
  •   delalarya happy birthday augustus. you have a delicate soul. 1w
  •   olive_and_pine Happy belated Augustus! 1w
  •   sweetly_inspired Sorry I'm late, happiest birthday to him!! 1w
  •   timeourjoy Oh Kerrie, this brought tears to my eyes and warmth to my soul 2d

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bonjourmoon just a mother and daughter, in vintage yellow dresses, after watering the front yard flowers, waiting on one particular nearly three year old boy to finally wake from his snooze. 1w

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bonjourmoon oh my peace roses, in their highest, fluffiest bloom, picked just this morning while still in my robe with little black speckled bugs sleeping in their petals. their edges are just the faintest shade of blushing pink and sit like a peony with rippled edges in perfect form. they were created by a horticulturist who, in response to germany invading france, sent clippings of these hybrid roses off to his friends around the world to protect it and coincidentally, it was introduced to the US on the day the berlin wall fell down. goes to show how beautiful things - all things - come to be and how every single thing of this earth has their own special story. 1w

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bonjourmoon the last friday as a two year old sharing a nap with his little sister. he will be three on monday and there's a huge part of me that will always wonder where my little two year old augustus moon is, the one who believes that a butterfly could fly to saturn if i told him so, the one who thinks my kisses are stronger than band aids, the one who introduces his sissy, "fiawella pwimwose" by name, the one who needs my lullaby to fall asleep, the one who is laying right here like this clutching his muted and ever dirty mint blanky, wild, pure, a garden of a boy who is slowly - and all at once - coming into full bloom. 2w

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bonjourmoon a rainy morning, two new thrifted vintage summer dresses, a wreath i had made over the weekend with foraged branches from our yard and dried flowers from over the past months, a baby girl cemented to my chest and one little boy behind that door who is days away from his third birthday, devouring a three ingredient muffin we made together this past hour. (RECIPE : 4 eggs + 2 ripe bananas + berry of choice. mash bananas and whisk in eggs. spray a muffin tin and add in the berries to each muffin. bake at 375° until done #paleo #whole30). 2w
  •   bela.amor @bonjourmoon Oh I can't wait! Hubby has been very supportive of me redoing my wardrobe and loves me in dresses. I'm craving some floral beauties. I'm stuck in Texas but you have my taste so you're saving me 2w
  •   justourlittlehome @bonjourmoon I love you, I wish I knew you in real life you seem a beautiful human! Xxxo 2w
  •   nad_tate Thanks for this recipe! We're doing whole30 right now, lovely simple yumminess 2w
  •   themotherload_ Those sleeves!! 1w

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bonjourmoon we went for a walk, just the three of us under cool clouds that were holding in rain this morning. my baby boy ran through the hills while we trailed behind, and i must have counted at least eight times when i had to tell him that there weren't any monsters hiding behind every turn. we stopped at a pond where three crows shared a log and i nursed my little girl right on the edge in the dirt, just part of it all. we pulled dark purple wildflowers that are now draping in a brass vase on our mantle and while we stopped to catch our breath, i sat her down near us and thought about how, when the sky meets earth, something kind of magical happens and how my love ralph waldo emerson wrote all about these very moments and how, just saying those four powerful words to my children now and until forever will kind of sum up the way i hope we can always live: drink the wild air. drink it all, all up. 2w

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bonjourmoon i was clipping a few roses and planting a few plants when the mailman handed me an international package in a tube and my heart nearly sank because i knew exactly what it was. the beautiful @lovedalesstudio wrote me a while ago about creating a piece of art for me and it was more than i could even believe. after a few exchanges, she suggested to turn her norwegian herb garden chart into english and it is just so beautiful, friends. like, beyond beautiful. her illustrations are so ethereal, like out of a an old botany book. we have plans to paint our kitchen white and i cannot wait to hang it on our walls next to the window that faces our garden, for all time. go order one, sweet friends. like nowwww. 2w

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bonjourmoon a really simple recipe for turning around what could have been a really hard day: draw a bath. add lavender. pour a cup of coffee and sit it right next to the tub. go clip a few flowers and place them on the spout. grab your cranky children or cranky self and step inside. que up sleeping at last's cover of "i'm gonna be (500 miles)." stay in until the water turns cold. get dressed again. pour another cup of coffee. go outside and close the door. re open the door and start the day over.🛁 2w

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bonjourmoon my children saw me crying the other day, as did my husband. and best friend. and mom. i can't take back the reason why i was, although i truly wish i could. people of the world can be dark. and cruel. and unkind. they can climb into their corners and from there shout all they think they know and their words can hurt. and if we let them, they can try to change us, our core, the very content of what makes us, well, us. but today i'm not allowing the hurt in. today is not another day that will be tossed into the fire. because there is a little boy who is asking to dry his green apple on my dress and there are roses that i've waited all season to clip and there is a little girl who is waiting to be held by my arms alone and there is a heartbeat in my body that's reminding me i am alive and i am here and i am who i am. which is all i know how to be. 2w
  •   beanpole_pottery What a lovely and authentic post. You're setting such a great example for your kids. Life can be hard. It takes courage and sensitivity 2d
  •   kcstauffer Pardon my horrible words but F THEM. Kerrie you are so amazing. You are Beautiful, you are original, you are an amazing mother, literally I look at your photos and love how original you are. You are you and that's what I love. You don't try to be anyone else. Anyone who is making you feel one bit less than perfection is jealous of your to die for hair , beautiful babies, lovable personality, and obvious kindness. What could anyone say bad about you and actually be right? Nothing. This IG World can be cruel I've seen it (and I should really take my own advise...but I don't ) but in the end I have to believe its jealousy because nothing else makes sense. So keep doing what you are doing and ignore it. The only people talking horribly are jealous of what they see looking in. And if that's the problem....then they need to just unfollow you. 2d
  •   kcstauffer Ps can I have your hair?? 2d
  •   bonjourmoon @kcstauffer I really love you friend. Gulp. Way to make this sensitive girl all warm and soft. You are amazing to me and I just wish I could hug you so badly right now. 1d

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bonjourmoon yesterday marked six entire months of waking up to her face, of calling her by name, of falling asleep with her inches from my eyes, of understanding and thanking this new world she has built and uncovered inside of us all. she will always be our starlight from heaven. #fiorellagrowing 2w
  •   thesimplerevival Those birds! they come in through our stove pipe all the time. 2w
  •   mamaissues I find it so hard to believe anyone could bring hate to your table. Your life is so beautiful and your words are so kind. For someone to try to bring you down and have cruel intentions with you is sheer jealousy. The fact that your life is so pure and beautfiul and filled with love intimidates those that are sour or dormany in their own journey. Bless you and your family, because as a struggling mother, you really replenish my outlook and the beauty you find in your moments, helps me look at my days as more than the struggles. I have started to document the breezes on our skin or the way her head smells after gardening. YOU helped me bring that into focus. So thank YOU. I'm so blessed that you withstand the brainless clones on social media to share the beauty your life exudes. 2w
  •   mamaissues Dormant* 2w
  •   kaleezim She is growing so fast and so beautiful! Thank you for sharing update! 2w

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bonjourmoon his pants are rolled up because he refused his red boots today and there are sycamore seeds that keep dripping from our tree like billowy snowflakes and they keep landing everywhere around us and on us and i've been picking them out of his curls most every day for the past month or so and sometimes i find them on the back of his shirts and it's not just this or the way he fills up our watering can every morning that reminds me that we have entered another season together - it's more the way he runs towards the earth with his whole heart, the way he prefers to pass the hours digging holes for seeds beside me, the way he can point to a fragile orange flower and call it a poppy, or a green prickly bush, rosemary. he is teaching me so much every day, most of all, how to lose myself in a task without looking beyond the moment. so it was such a beautiful surprise when our @fabfitfun box arrived this month (use code 'kerrie' for ten dollars off!) and in it was an herb garden that we put together this morning and i don't know, he's just my very best friend. he's where light comes in and out of the sky. 3w
  •   emmaheyworth I actually cried when I read that last line. That's exactly how I feel about my husband, and how I dream I'll feel about this little baby inside me. If you're having a rough day, I want you to know that I love coming to your little corner of the IG world and just losing myself in your sweet and beautiful words. They fill my soul in a way I can't describe. Thank you for sharing your soul with us all @bonjourmoon 2w
  •   kaleezim Beautiful! 2w
  •   jetolivia Your Little Taurus from the earth. 1w

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