My family and I returned from Los Cabos, Mexico exactly one week ago, and already, I’m planning our next visit.

Travel items, bags in particular, are either a part of our flow or disruptive to our flow. Our STATE bags were a part of our flow; they were easy to organize, carry, and wipe down at the end of each day.

We partnered with STATE Bags for our trip to Los Cabos, Mexico, a company who gives to American families in need with the purchase of any bag.

The experience of motherhood is filled with moments that require not only patience and presence, but also practical solutions that create fluidity in our daily routine.

My ever-evolving home is representative of my ever-evolving family. While I cherish routine and consistency, I relish the growth of my family, my home, and the creativity that is born from each.

The story of Coco Mademoiselle—one of duality, complexity, and reinvention—aligns with my own.

This month, I traveled to Sea Pines, Hilton Head with Sullivan, Ellis, and my sister’s family to visit my mom and her long-time partner.

The physicality of motherhood is inescapable. Each day, I am faced with the importance of being strong, energized, and present as a mother of two sons.

As we’ve welcomed our second son, it has felt essential to eat healthily, hydrate consistently, and clothe myself in a comfortable, breastfeeding-friendly wardrobe.

Experiencing pregnancy a second time was a tremendous gift. I felt more confident, kind to myself, and certain of my desires and needs.

I use Instagram and social media; this is a simple fact. I often ask, “Why do I use Instagram?”

We recently added the Totem Credenza by Burrow to our family cabin.

I am nearing eight months of pregnancy, and I am embracing my bumps, curves, and our baby’s kicks.

In celebration of a decade married, Jared, Sullivan, and I spent a long weekend at Southall in Franklin, Tennessee.

Our family cabin, Blueberry Hill Cabin, is an abode we chose to fill with our most-loved artwork, furniture, scents, and more.

Set on a sun-drenched shoreline in Beaulieu-sur-Mer, France, this immaculately-preserved property, Villa Kérylos, is not to be missed.

After 48 hours in Nice, my older sister and I drove west to Saint Raphaël to stay one night at Les Roches Rouges.

For years, my sisters and I have dreamt of traveling together. Surprisingly, this was our first official sisters’ trip, but it will most certainly not be the last.