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Dear Olivia

It’s taken me awhile to write this letter to you. The words just never seemed to come. Usually I know what to say to someone who is grieving but to you…when I try to form the right words, I just find an emptiness in my core. At my very center. Your mother was a good friend. She lived a short life. But she lived more than most of us will in 80 or 90 years. She loved more than most of us can even imagine. When I think of her, that emptiness takes over again. I feel like nothing I say to you will ever fully explain her goodness. I suppose ‘good’ is the only word I can find that really describes her. Your mother believed in the goodness of others. In the goodness of the world. She met a person and saw the potential for goodness inside them. I know she saw it in me much more than I see it in myself. In our line of work we mostly have contact with people when they are at the lowest moments of their lives. And sometimes those horrible moments can rub off on us. Those moments in other people’s lives begin to affect our own lives. Those moments can eat away at you at night. That is the life that most cops choose. We choose to meet people at their worst and to absorb those moments. We know they will affect us in some way or another. They can make us hard, uncaring and sometimes mean. They can make us want to complain and criticize. To argue and incite. Your mother was the only officer I have ever met who never let those moments eat at her. She would smile. She would laugh. She would say “dang it!” and the moment would pass. And people responded to her goodness, as if they could sense it inside her and she made them want to reflect it back. If you lived in our world, the world of officers, you would know how truly remarkable that was. I wish I had told her that. For months leading up to her death, I found myself becoming more and more in awe of your mother. She would write me little notes on my desk and leave them to brighten up my day. And they would! Just little notes of nothing that made me smile. She did it just because she wanted to share her ‘good’ with me. Even in that little way. When you were born, I went to visit you and your mom. I brought some gifts from a group of us Mommies who wanted to make sure she had everything she needed for your long stay at the hospital. She was so excited to show me your little room. To show me your pictures on the wall and to laugh at the nurses. She joked that all the pictures were of you and your Daddy and that maybe the nurses liked him more than her. She doted over your “big feet”, which were so, so tiny and told me every updated statistic on your growth. She had everything memorized and could recite all your latest numbers from heart. I would have made the trip for any of my friends who had a baby in the hospital but your mom wrote me the sweetest Thank You note afterward. One that was so detailed and so thankful for the little things I did not think much of. She delivered the Thank You note after my son was born a few months later. She brought it to our house with some gluten free snacks she had made herself. We stood in my front hallway and she met my son. We talked about how much she loved her temporary position with the Fugitive Unit and how she wanted to make it permanent to spend more time with her family, with you. We talked about how much she loved the job and how excited she was to bring you home in a few days. She showed me the latest pictures of you on her phone. And then she left. It was a short visit. One that I wish I had savored more. I remember opening her Thank You card that night and smiling at how sweet it was. How thoughtful and considerate her message was. She was so thankful that we were friends. She died a few days later. Her treats were still sitting on my counter. The days after she was killed, I thought about you every single moment of the day. My daughter ate your Mommies homemade snacks and said, “Kerrie! I love her!” I cried and cried for you. I promised your mother I would be there for you and your Daddy. So many of us swore to protect you. Your entire family. I hope that by the time you read this, you still know my name. I hope that I have kept my promise to your mother. I hope that when you see an Omaha Police Officer you know that you are our family. That we love you. I hope that you have seen the videos of her funeral and understand that on the day your Mommy was buried, the entire city was silent. Thousands upon thousands of people lined the procession route, waving flags, hugging and crying. And they did it in complete silence. I have never and hope to never see anything like it again. During a time in American history where so many people in our society are anti-police, your mother changed the game. Her story touched people all over the world. Her goodness resonated with millions. Her picture was everywhere. On billboards, in magazines, newspapers and tv. Her name was “trending” on social media. #KerrieOn echoed everywhere. Strangers felt as though they knew her by the stories we shared. People just called her “Kerrie.” No further identification was needed. We all shared her loss. Collectively we mourned the loss of someone so good. But no one has felt the loss like your father. Your Daddy has been stronger than anyone has any right to be. And he is doing it all for you, your sister and your brother. In the month that has passed since your Mommy was taken, I have heard your Daddy say so many profound things. But one of the moments I will never forget was when he told Tara and I how much your Mommy and Daddy “loved” in the five years they were together. He said that they had loved a lifetime in a short amount of time. They packed so much love into those short years that he was so happy he had them. I pray that one day you find someone who loves you as much as your Daddy loved your Mommy. I have a feeling your Daddy will make sure that person is worthy of your love too.

I know I have been rambling and I hope this all makes sense to you. Whenever you read this I hope that you take from it one thing, the woman who gave birth to you, the woman who loved you like no one else will ever love you, was Kerrie Orozco, the kindest, most self-less person I have ever met. Her goodness changed our community and affected the world. She was a hero. Your Mommy was a hero.

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Dear Reader,

This letter was written a month after a dear friend of mine was killed in the line of duty in Omaha, Nebraska. Kerrie believed she was a small piece in the puzzle of solving violence in our community. She believed the way to do that was to do a hundred small things every day for others. The list of community groups and causes she championed is endless. The greatest way to honor her and her sacrifice, is to affect change in our community in her memory. To “Kerrie On” and for each of us to be a small piece of the puzzle. So that someday we can say to her daughter, Olivia Ruth, her step children, Santiago and Natalia, her husband, Hector and the rest of her family, ‘Your Mommy was a hero. She changed our world.’

 If you would like to read more about her story, click here or here. If you would be so generous as to give to the future needs of her family, click here.

Thank you

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Jane Austen Inspired Wedding Board

I was inspired not too long ago by AdoreMe.com to create a wedding mood board based on their Spring/Summer 2015 collection of lingerie. They sent me some great photos of their new options and I picked the one which inspired me the most. The Spring Blush lingerie set (above) is priced at $24.95 AND your first set includes Free Shipping.

The more I looked at the Spring Blush lingerie set and it’s lacy, Old-world details, the more I imagined an elegant, Jane Austen inspired affair. Classic, romantic details among the charms of the English countryside. Can you imagine? You can’t? Take a look at the mood board I created below and let it inspire you.

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PS The Affair Shop does not claim to own any of the images above. Follow the links to be directed to the accredited sources.

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You have bewitched me body and soul and I love, I love, I love you. – Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice

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Dear Pregnant Lady: Embrace the crazy.

This was the second year that I sat on the Committee for my local Police Officers Ball.

In 2014, I was asked to sit on the Committee as the designer of ALL the paper goods, logos and signage for the event. This was of course done as a donation and with absolutely no profit made by myself or the other event professionals on the committee. I did it purely for my (full time job) coworkers to have a great night out celebrating each other as law enforcement officers AND to support a great cause, The Special Olympics of Nebraska.

The Committee was spear headed by mainly two other females (and a slew of useless dudes), and I tried my best to take EVERY SINGLE suggestion thrown at me to heart. I tried to carefully consider every opinion brought to the table with a  sort of open-minded thoughtfulness that only Saint’s can maintain.

In 2015, I was pregnant and could not have given two shits what anyone else thought…about any of it. I picked the theme, the colors and the overall look of the event. If people didn’t like it…they shut their mouths or got fed a serious spoonful of crazy from yours truly.

I would say I was unable to control my hormones and feel regret of some sort now, but I don’t. Having already survived one terrible pregnancy, I totally embraced the hormones this time around and openly threatened people’s genitalia and lives. Embrace the crazy, bitches. There are few times that women are allowed, nay, encouraged to act bat shit crazy and pregnancy is one of them. So yeah, I won’t lie, I milked the “Pregnancy card” this time and basically forced through everything I felt strongly about for the event.

AND….

It was a huge success! Imagine that!

What did I learn? Two things:

1. Men CANNOT deal with a pregnant lady. They are terrified of your uterus. Embrace it.

2. Everyone should always listen to me. About everything. All the time.

**There were a million great photos from this year’s event and I will share them in the next post. For now, embrace the crazy, ladies.

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The Return

A lot can happen in a year. Baby #1 becomes a sweet, crazy-haired toddler who suddenly has classes, play dates and a schedule. Baby #2 arrives and quickly throws our house into chaos. Add to that an expanding business. Promotions. Events. New adventures. And quickly the year can get away from you.

2015 arrived 5 months ago but in my head I’m still recovering from Christmas. How did May sneak up on me? Just weeks ago I was counting down the days until I could squeeze out Baby #2 and be done with the misery of pregnancy. And suddenly I’m almost two weeks into my maternity leave, still wearing pajamas most days and watching trashy tv to keep me awake. (By the way, have you watched ‘Louie’? What the hell is wrong with that guy?)

Long story short, I’m back. I’m blogging. I’m designing. I’m surviving two children.

It’s time to update you on all the sweet happenings of the last year and get working on the brand new stuff I’ve been brain storming. Be ready. It’s going down.

**Photo Credit: Megan Michael Photography, Omaha, Nebraska

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Dim sum: pleasure measured plate by plate

Mmmm.

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(Travel + Leisure) Dim sum calls for dumplings, and about 55,000 are sold annually at State Bird Provisions in San Francisco. But not classics like shrimp-filled har gow. Chefs Stuart Brioza and Nicole Krasinski prefer their dumplings with guinea hen. “Dim sum service offers a slew of freedoms with our cooking,” explains Brioza, whose menu includes steak tartare in lettuce cups.

The pleasure of a dim sum meal also comes from the showmanship and ordering experience. At Seattle’s New Hong Kong, for example, carts glide past diners and attendants raise the lids off steamer baskets, bellowing out what’s inside, whether sticky rice wrapped in lotus leaves or garlicky spareribs. It’s all washed down with generous cups of fragrant tea.

Read on for more of America’s best dim sum destinations, and share your favorites in the comments below.

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Easter Toddler Photos

 

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I have to give every bit of credit for these amazing photos to Ms. Megan Jones of Megan Michael Photography in Omaha, Nebraska.

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The backdrops and bunnies were by far the cutest I had ever seen. AND the bunnies were trained. Trained MODEL bunnies! They actually turned and looked at the camera when they heard her start snapping away. Amazing!

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Admitedly, I walked into the photo session concerned that my 18-month-old was going to try and love on the bunnies a little too aggressively and we would end up with a squished pile of fur, but they were miniture pros. So great with the kiddos. I was stupefied.

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Amazing! I love them so much!

Happy Easter, friends!

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