Cheers to Friends


FRIEND [frend] noun: a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.

Today I honor one of my oldest and dearest friends, Allison Foley. We met in 7th grade and now in 2017, it’s our year to turn 40 years old. Where does the time go? As I mentioned on the podcast this week (where Allison co-hosts), there is nothing like an old friend. When I call her up, it could be days or a year since we talked and it always feels like yesterday. I could be calling about the happiest or the saddest news, and she supports me in every way.

They often say that friends are the family you choose and oh how true! When you have a friend like Allison, treat her well. Make the effort and take care of her because she takes care of you. Allison is one of the most loyal people I have ever met. I just know that in every moment, she is there for me. I can only hope that I have been there for her in the same way.

This week, take some time to connect with an old friend. Make the effort. As adults, we don’t have as much time as we once did. In high school and college, friends were our lives. Now that we are older, we have to make a real effort to keep important friendships alive. Take some time and reach out because friends feed your soul.

Homemade Baby Wipes/Spray – Zen Momma

“Homemade baby wipes and spray? Puh-lease, that’s so ridiculous. That is why Pampers is in business.”  Yeah, that’s what I would have said a year ago.  Then I had Luke. And his little bottom decided it didn’t like any commercial wipes, even the kind made for sensitive bums.  So instead of continuing to slather on tons of butt paste and other chemicals, I looked into a more natural solution that not only works better but also smells great.  Below are two recipes my very earth crunchy yogi friend gave me.  I am new to the essential oil club, but I am already hooked.  I will share all of my findings and recipes as I create them for both tiny and adult humans.

One major note, do not use the oils you can get at most mainstream stores, including Whole Foods. You need to use therapeutic grade essential oils. I have tried many different oils through the years and I have recently switched to doTERRA. They are simply THE BEST.

BABY WIPE SPRAY

1 Tbsp coconut oil (get the kind that stays a liquid)
2 drops each: Tea Tree, Lavender and Roman Chamomile therapeutic essential oil
½ tsp unscented liquid soap (I used Dr. Bronner’s, pictured)

Add ingredients to an 8oz dark spray bottle and fill with distilled or boiled water. Shake Well.  For the Nana and Grandma bottles, I used 4oz bottles and halved the recipe.  Spray onto a washcloth and wipe your tiny hiney.

BABY WIPES

Don’t freak out, these are not hard to make, I promise! I love these wipes and even if my little guy could tolerate regular wipes, I would still make these. They are awesome and once you invest in the oils (which you can use for so many other things), they really aren’t that expensive.  OK so the Roman Chamomile price will make you flinch a little, but it’s what soothes their bottoms and you only need a tiny amount, so it’s worth it.

1 roll of paper towels (not too large like I used, see my Pinterest fail picture above, lol 🙂
3ish cups of distilled water
1 Tbsp. unscented liquid soap
1 Tbsp. fractionated coconut oil
2 drops each: Tea Tree, Lavender and Roman Chamomile therapeutic essential oil

Cut the roll of paper towels in half lengthwise with a serrated knife.  I had to have my husband cut through the roll of Bounty.  Be mindful, this is serious business and your fingers are precious.  Place half in a resealable container for storage. I tried a plastic wipes bin but as you can see, it didn’t fit so I used a Ziplock instead.  The Ziplock is actually easier because once I could fit the roll in the container, the wipes ripped as I was pulling them out.  Reserve the second half for another batch.

Combine the ingredients and pour over paper towels. Let the mixture sit for a bit, then turn the paper towel roll over.  Add more water if needed.  After 30 minutes, you are ready to rock. Your tiny hiney will never be more soothed, clean and yummy smelling!

PS. I must say I am proud at the number of synonyms I used for the word butt! 🙂

Plans Shmans

Luke’s Lessons
“Plans Shmans”

Angela Luke first meeting
The very moment I met my sweet baby boy.

A few months into my pregnancy, I started to envision the delivery day.  I researched, asked friends about their experiences, and went to a lot of childbirth classes.  The birthing class leaders told us to write a birth plan, which included anything from who you wanted in the room to what type of music, scents, and medication you did or didn’t want during the delivery.  I had a pretty clear picture of Luke’s birth. It would be incredibly painful, I knew, because I wanted a natural birth (or “normal birth” as they called it in our childbirth classes). I, under no circumstances, was going to have a “non-normal” Cesarean birth.  I would use the hippie dippie tub to ease my pain.  I would have lavender scent throughout the room. John would use yoga assists to help me calm down and we would ujjayi breath together. My favorite Jason Mraz song “Living in the Moment” would be playing in the background. It would be the way nature intended it.  And I would wear my momma badge proudly.

As I was planning this experience, Luke was on a different path. He decided to get cozy in the breech position which means his little head was up instead of down. He stayed this way, week after week.  I looked into ways to “turn” him (including practicing headstands) but nothing seemed to work. With my amniotic fluid going down coupled with the fact that I am a first time mom, the odds were not in my favor for him to do a half somersault and cooperate with me. Doctors no longer deliver breech babies the “normal” way.  They deliver breech babies by Cesarean section.   My birth plan was toast. This kid was coming out surgically.

I was pretty bummed about this realization but decided to accept what is and plan for a new kind of “perfect” delivery.  I asked my doctor if I could play my music during the birth.  It was pretty much the only thing I could add to the experience since we were in a sterile operating room.  No tubs, birthing balls, or yummy scents allowed.

There is so much I can share about the birth, and I will in other posts and in my classes, but for today, my biggest lesson to share is this: have a plan but be open, able, and willing to change it at any moment because when you least expect it, the Universe (or your little unborn baby) will decide something different for you.

As Luke entered the world, “Living in the Moment” was playing.  John was holding my hand.  The tech took photos with our “good” camera (although I am not sure I wanted to see everything she captured!).  Tears filled my eyes.  Our little man was here.  I was a mom (I earned my badge)! John was a dad.  Suddenly the delivery method made zero difference to either of us.  We were in awe. We were in love.  We experienced true magic.

And what is “normal” anyway?

 “Normal”? I didn’t have a “normal” experience with either of my babies…My first was in the hospital for two extra days due to contaminated bloodwork, and my second was in the NICU because he had a hole in his tiny lung. Now, they are both happy and healthy…and the only thing I care about is the fact that I can snuggle their cute little faces any time I want! 🙂
 Exactly! Normal is such a silly way to put it. I too was surprised by my C-section– people kept saying “you’re in such good space; you won’t have any issues.” We really just never know what our bodies will do! For my second, I tried for a VBAC. My water broke, got to 5cm… then they saw he was breech. Healthy kids are all that matter!

7 Gems from Nana and Papa

As Baby Wags’ birthday quickly approaches, I find myself thinking more about the type of mom I want to be and what I want to teach him.  In journaling this, I couldn’t help but think about my parents, Marie and Bob Barrese, and the lessons they’ve taught me.  There are so many, but the seven below are the ones I cherish the most.

1.     Surprise people – From the time my brother Tony and I were little munchkins to now, Mom and Dad have always surprised us.  I remember being a kid eating breakfast on a seemingly regular summer morning and hearing, “We are going to Great America today (Six Flags)!!!” “Ahhh!” we screamed. “How fun! We had no idea!”  The surprises continued on into adolescence, with a vacation to Hawaii (we thought we were going to California, and I kept telling the flight attendant that we were on the wrong flight), and even as adults, we are constantly surprising each other with gifts, both small and large.  Taking the time to plan something thoughtful for the people you love without them doing any of the work is one of the coolest feelings in the world.  Click here to see when we told Marie & Bob about Baby Wags.

2.     Bake for others – If you know my mom, you know she bakes.  But Marie is not the average baker; I am convinced she could have her own show on The Food Network.  Every Christmas, she bakes over twenty-five different types of cookies and gives them out as gifts.  My brother and I took on this tradition (in a much more reasonable manner) and give baking treats to friends, family, and co-workers at various times of the year.  There’s just nothing like a home-cooked, sweet treat to show you care.

3.     Keep in touch with people who matter – When I was twelve, our family moved from Chicago to a suburb of Boston. At a young age, I learned to make the effort (because not a lot of people do) to keep in touch with the friends and family I left behind. Next time you are in traffic (and are not in a school zone and you have a hands-free phone, of course), call someone you haven’t talked to in a while. It will make his/her day, and there is just nothing like a connection with an old friend. It’s not enough to just think about people.  If they matter to you, make the effort to connect.

4.     Do what you love – My parents did a great job encouraging my brother and I to do whatever we wanted in life, no matter how crazy it seemed.  Because of this, they ended up with a yoga studio owner and opera conductor, which I personally think is super cool. Even if you can’t make it your career, find something that makes you happy and do it, often. Always be curious and in exploration. You just never know what you are going to find. I mean, I certainly didn’t major in yoga in college!

5.     Don’t procrastinate – The Barreses are all about getting shi* done. When my dad sees that a mirror needs to be hung or gutters cleaned out, he is on the project before I can finish my sentence.  When my mom sees that the laundry needs to be folded, there is nothing else she will do until it’s folded and neatly put away. They don’t mess around; they never wait for the infamous “later,” and they are always in action.  When I’m going through a lazy spell, I channel my mom and ask myself the question, “What would Marie do?” The answer is always: get up and get it done. My reward for not procrastinating is guilt-free time to play and do the things I enjoy.

6.     Always say thank you –When someone does something nice for you, acknowledge them and let them know how much you appreciate them.  This could be through a verbal thank you, a phone call, email, or my personal favorite, a handwritten note.  Mom and Dad instilled a sense of gratitude in us at a young age. I am always on the lookout for fun thank you notes. I keep a stash in my office and send them all of the time. There is just nothing like getting real mail these days!

7.     Celebrate everything! – Italians are known for celebrating everything. When we had a recital or performance, they brought us flowers and took us out for dinner.  Every birthday, anniversary, and holiday (even Halloween) is a BIG DEAL in our family.  I love this because it has made my life richer and simply more fun. I have fond memories of having a haunted house in our garage at Halloween, having my favorite cake on my birthday (which my mom always makes gluten free now!), and feeling so much love and support on my wedding day.  We all know that life is short. Celebrating every moment, big and small, makes life more meaningful.  It’s worth the effort, and it’s just plain fun!

To my sweet baby boy (who I get to meet in just a few days), I cannot wait to pass down these traditions and share life’s gifts with you. But what I am most excited about is what you will inevitably teach me about life, love, and family.

COMMENTS
bob barrese
Who knew? we were making it up as we went along. Maybe number 8 is trust your instincts

Anthony Barrese
4 & 5 are the magical combo! Love T

Rebekah
You will be a great mom! He will learn these lovely things from you and many more amazing things! It will be a beautiful journey and I am so excited for you that is begins for you in just one short day!

Cassandra (cassandra@yogasportdallas.com)
I just love this!! I also would just like to say I’m pretty excited for Marie to be down in this region with those baking skills! 😉 xoxoxoxo

Smile Because it Happened

My dad asked me to put together a blog to celebrate the life of their sweet little dog, Ziggy. Since my blog is about all life, I decided to post it on my blog and share it with all of you. My parents have always taught me to celebrate life so today, we as a family, celebrate the life of a little Lhasa Apso who gave us so much love over the past 16.5 years.

Written by Bob Barrese – April 18, 2014

Today Marie and I, for the first time in almost 17 years, start our day with just each other. Our beloved Ziggy, the Lhasa Apso who thought he was a Lion, is with us no more. Anyone with a beloved pet who has had to see them succumb to the infirmities of old age knows what we have been going through.  But, today we want to talk about the Ziggy we all loved and invite others who knew him to do so too.

From Ziggy’s Dad

Ziggy, you always looked like a puppy and your cuteness kept you out of a lot of trouble.  I remember how you used to play fetch all day with the tennis balls but only those “Medfield” tennis balls were good enough; what was that all about? I know how much you delighted in chasing squirrels, rabbits and always wanted a piece of pretty much any canine that dared enter your turf including those two surprised Coyotes in Medfield, MA. On the streets, you were totally fearless with no concept of how small you really were. You loved visitors and would pop into their laps unless we grabbed you first. Everyone seemed to love you, Ziggy. You lived in general co-existence with Slippers, our 20 pound black Maine Coon cat, who could be mistaken for a panther cub. When Slippers passed away a few years ago, it was just you, me and Mom.

We couldn’t have a better friend whether we left to get gas or were out of town for a week, you were always overjoyed when we returned. The last few years you had separation anxiety and your cousin Albert and Auntie Donna were so great caring for you. Over the past few months, Mom and I took turns traveling because we didn’t want to leave you alone.

In 1997, you replaced the hole in our hearts left by your predecessor Gizmo, our very first dog. Your litter was special. Siegfried, your brother Roy and his other brother Giles were sired by Prestidigitator in Canton Massachusetts. Roy seemed like more than a handful and Giles was apparently “show quality” so we knew you were our dog. It took just a minute to fall in love with you, and it will take a lifetime to forget you.

I remember that you were a proud graduate of PetCo training school. You were such a smart and willful pup. I know you allowed me to think I was Alpha but you never really conceded numero uno. It was probably best that there was never really a battle of wills to establish dominance.

We were amazed that you figured out how to bounce a Kong down the stairs so the treat would loosen. When we moved to a new house with carpet, you figured out how to bounce the Kong off the tile with a neck twist and throw!  Unlike Gizmo, you figured out that squirrels don’t disappear, they go up trees and if we hid a treat under a cup, you knew to knock it over.

I’ll miss you burrowing in when I scratched you behind the ears (especially the left). I’ll miss your happy face that would meet me at the door with your tennis ball in mouth. I’ll miss running around Wildwood Park until I was exhausted.  I’ll miss you falling asleep on me when I dozed off on your couch.

I’ll end my post with the best quote I ever heard about the death of a loved one:

“Don’t cry because it’s over, Smile because it happened.” – Ted Geisel (Dr. Seuss)

Love, Ziggy’s Dad

COMMENTS

Bob Barrese
Today it is almost 2 months since we lost Ziggy. Today also we will be Grandparents as Angela welcomes a new Grand Son into the world in about an hour. The baby will likely not be called Ziggy or Zeigfried so really no connection other than old life out, new life in.

Ziggy’s Mom and Dad
Today, we buried Ziggy’s remains in the backyard realm where he reigned supreme terrorizing rabbits, squirrels and the occasional possum for 11 years. In better days he’d just hop up on the stone garden oval, built by the Caputo twins and sniff his brains out. I won’t even begin to describe his discovery of rabbit babies a few years ago.

So this will probably be the last blog post and he’ll just live on in our hearts and memories. I can’t say how much going to this post everyday has helped me, along with all of the cards, emails and Facebook comments; people did remember Ziggy. Thanks again Angela for doing this with all the other stuff you have on your plate.

Jeff & Jean Bragg
In Scottsdale we discussed how well Ziggy was doing considering his age. I was really surprised and sorry to hear that he had passed. You should take some comfort in the fact that it was due in part to your loving care and attention that he lived so long. Speaking from experience, we know the loss that you are feeling is like losing a member of your family. You are in our thoughts.

Ron and Lois Brewster
Lois and I were very sorry to hear about Ziggy. He was a joy to be around and had a personality to marvel. 17 years of a wonderful life is something for which to be thankful.

Liz Ladd
As a friend of Anthony’s, I have heard many wonderful memories and stories about Ziggy. Although I didn’t have the pleasure of knowing Ziggy personally, I have known (and lost) brave and bright kindred animals. My thoughts are with your family as you remember your friend.

Perry Bump
Bob & Marie, I’m sorry about Ziggy but agree with “smile because it happened”. Dogs make such wonderful companions. It sounds like you have a lot of wonderful memories of Ziggy. Perry Bump

Anthony Barrese
When the great American composer, Charles Ives was 14 years old, he composed the text and music for the following piece. It is inscribed “To the Children’s Faithful Friend”

The text is as follows:
One evening just at sunset
we laid him in the grave;
Although a humble animal
his heart was true and brave.

All the family joined us,
in solemn march and slow,
from the garden place beneath the trees
and where the sunflowers grow.

Karen Schuetz (Klhabs4@gmail.com)
We are sorry for your loss. We will always remember how he loved to play fetch with the tennis ball and he had such a little bounce in step. He was always ready to play & take on dogs way bigger than himself, especially Kody & our obnoxious Reeses. We enjoyed taking care of him when you were out of town. I love the picture of Slippers and him, because I can remember seeing the two of them right in those places when I would come over to check on them. He will be missed. Hopefully, he is with Kody in a place where he can run, play, fetch balls and have endless amounts of doggie treats!
Hugs,
Karen, Kaitlyn,Kourtney & Kris

Eric Skalinder
Dogs are little people in furry suits and so often treat humans better than we treat each other. A sad day. Woof!

Marie Barrese (barrese_marie@comcast.net)
I can’t express how much his passing has left a hole in my heart.. For 16+ years he was always there.

When you first came into our lives, you were always into mischief. At that time I was sewing quite a bit for Medfield HS and you thought all the scraps on the floor were for your enjoyment! And whenever I sewed you always parked yourself under my chair. Co-sewers would always remark you were like a toddler, never letting me out of your site.

And when anyone came over, whether it was a friend or handiman, you made sure you got their attention and had some playtime. At Halloween you cried when the kids walked across the street. You thought they were ignoring you!

Ziggy was always underfoot in the kitchen. All I had to do was open the fridge or pantry and even if he was napping, up the stairs he would bound. Patiently he waited for any fall-out or hand-out, he never minded the distinction. And he made sure he was right by Bob’s chair when sitting down to a meal. That was one smart dog!

If I went to the store, you were always waiting at the door when I arrived back home hoping I brought an extra special treat! So thank you Ziggy for being such a special part of our lives.
Love, Mom

Dr. Juliana Lyles (drjuliana@lapoflove.com)
What great pictures of Ziggy – he is so photogenic and has so many different looks to him. I was only able to know Ziggy toward the end, but immediately could tell what a wonderful family member he was, and what a strong spirit he had in that little body. He was a lucky boy to have been part of a great family, and I know that he was smart enough to appreciate this.

laura
Sweet Ziggy! I loved his famous “puppy cut” and he was such a wonderful companion on walks in the Medfield woods.
It was clear how special he was to you all – he was definitely a part of the family. I remember when you all decided to give him “full run of the house” . And the baby gates came down.
Although we are mourning Ziggy, how wonderful you all were able to enjoy each other for 17 years. That is impressive! I would expect nothing less from that impressive pup!!
My condolences to you and Marie and Angela and Tony.

Karmen Franklin
Hi. I’m a friend of Anthony’s, a dog owner, and a lover of animals. I’d like to offer my condolences for your loss. Ziggy sounds like he was an intelligent and loving companion–not to mention adorable. I regret that I never got to meet him, but I am still touched by the memories and photos that you’ve shared here.

Cori Ellison
I’ll never forget Ziggy, who I heard so much for years about from Tony and finally had the pleasure of meeting at a wonderful dinner at the Barreses some years ago. Besides being off-the-charts cute, Ziggy was a most gentlemanly host and a real charmer and it didn’t take long to bond with him.

I’m sure that Ziggy is now romping on the Other Side with my priceless Puckie, after his long and happy years of love and fun with his devoted family. But no matter what a ripe old age a beloved dog may reach, it’s always devastating when our paths have to diverge. But Bob and Marie, I think you’ll find that Ziggy will be with you always.

Mark and Rinette Catapano
As long-time family friends, Rinette and I fell in love with Bob and Marie’s first dog Gizmo. We thought he was the cutest little thing and he was a lot of fun, but, when Ziggy came along, well…

Zigmeister had a way about him that brightened your heart, no matter the mood you were in. We’ll always remember the love he’d “allow” you to give him; never forgetting that it was all his choice. At Casa Barrese, when dinner was over and we retired to the family room for a little drink, Ziggy got his Kong. You could have had your hair on fire, but Ziggy wasn’t having anything distract him from that morsel of goodness and delight. It was fun just watching.

During the reign of Sir Ziggy, Rinette and I lost our own beloved dog, Molly. We had a chance, in Ziggy, to soften the blow we took. That little guy could sense your feelings and feed right into it. What a blessing from God.

Dogs leave paw prints on your heart…We will add Ziggy’s to ours.

angela wagner
I will miss you Zig man. I’m so glad you were able to live your life with a great family!

Amy
I saw this post via Anthony. Ziggy looks like he was quite the sweetheart (and I can only imagine the coexistence of him and Slippers). Thank you for sharing these pictures. As having a few fuzzy family members of my own, my heart goes out to your family’s loss.

Cait Rappel
My heart goes out to you and your family for your loss. I never had the chance to know Ziggy personally, but as a fellow dog lover, it makes me happy to know that such a wonderful dog was blessed with such a wonderful, loving family. I cannot imagine a happier way for a dog like Ziggy to spend their time on earth. I’m sure he is smiling down on all of you right now 🙂

Kristen Barrett
He was a little bearded lion indeed! (Although I always thought he looked more like an Ewok 😉 He had an awfully good home with you guys.

Allison
My favorite is the one of Ziggy and Slippers.

Anthony Barrese
This is really great. I love how his eyes look in every photo. I know it’s the trick of the camera, but it’s so great.

And Just Like That, Shift Happens

Angela pregnant shift happensI have always been a very open person. Throughout my years as a yoga teacher, teacher trainer, and writer, I have openly shared the deepest and most personal parts of my life. I truly believe that we learn by connecting and sharing. But, for much of 2012 and 2013, I felt isolated, private, and in hiding. The experience of trying to conceive was different. I felt a different type of sadness and pain than ever before. And this story wasn’t just mine. It was something John and I experienced together, as a couple, and, until now, our story didn’t feel safe to share with the world.

2012 started off with lots of hope and excitement. John and I were settled in our new house, stable in our jobs, and ready to start our family. What an exciting time in life! But, things didn’t work out as planned. Each month brought a little more disappointment when we realized that our next step wasn’t happening as easily as we had hoped. In early 2013, we started the assisted fertility process.

2013 was filled with unending doctor and hospital visits. Some months I would go to the doctor for ten days in a row, constantly pricked and prodded by the best specialists in town. What was once a beautiful and natural process became an impersonal and scientific experiment, and I was the lab rat. Test after test, procedure after procedure, the doctors never found anything “wrong,” except for the obvious fact that I could not get pregnant. Everything seemed perfect, but no matter how perfect the circumstances, timing, or procedures, I could not get pregnant.

During these times, my yoga practice, close family and friends, and my focus on others helped me get through each day. But something dark haunted my soul. In my mind, I was a disappointment to my husband, my family, and myself. I wasn’t good enough to be a mom. It was my fault for building my career and waiting until the apparently ancient age of 35 to start having a family. People told me I was too stressed, trying too hard or, my personal favorite, that God only gives us what we can handle. Some days I cried my eyes out; other days I wanted to punch people in the face. All days, I didn’t feel like myself anymore. It was as if someone else had taken over my reactions and emotions. Intellectually, I knew that my feelings weren’t logical; but they were real, and I lived them as my truth.

After six months of physically, mentally, and financially painful fertility treatments, I was still not pregnant. Done with the daily injections, crazy-making hormones, painful surgeries, and endless doctor’s visits, I decided I couldn’t handle it anymore. I sat up, night after night, trying to decide if it was even worth it. I started to visualize a life without children. Would John and my parents ever forgive me? Would we be happy, fulfilled, joyful without kids? Regardless of the answers, I just knew that for 2013, I was done and over it.

We packaged up the remaining fertility meds, cleaned out our drawers of fertility and baby books, set up the “will be baby’s room” as Roxy’s dog room, and, as much as we could, moved on with our lives. I was in a deep depression, barely getting out of bed some days, but made a promise to myself and my husband to continue to teach my classes and teacher trainings and show up for others as much as humanly possible.

Then, shift happened, and I was suddenly two months pregnant. What? We didn’t believe the news. It wasn’t on our radar; we weren’t “trying,” and it was very unlikely to happen for us naturally, if at all. Yet, there it was, a positive home pregnancy test, followed by another positive home pregnancy test, two successful sonograms, a healthy heartbeat, and positive tests all around. As I write this blog post, I have a hard time believing that I am, in fact, 16 weeks pregnant with a beautiful, expanding belly.

After my last failed IVF cycle, I texted my mom because I couldn’t talk without crying hysterically. I wrote, “I have lost hope.” I will always remember her one word response. “Never.” She taught me that losing hope wasn’t a choice. Staying positive was a way of life, an attitude and a truth. Life continues to surprise us, just when we least expect it. I can’t explain why or how, and after all that we have been through, I don’t even care. Today, I simply enjoy the blessing that is our baby. And, for the first time in a very long time, I feel a freedom to share my feelings, my experiences, and my life with all of you. A very important part of me has returned. I thank you for listening and sharing in our incredibly joyful celebration of hope, life and love.

In love and light,
Angela

COMMENTS
Beth
Angela, what amazes me is you were having some of your toughest times in life when I was having the most trying time of my life, but your words and classes were able to get me through my difficult time. This speaks to the phenomenal teacher, person, (and now mom) you are!!Thank you and congratulations!!

Meera Snyder
Thank you for sharing your raw, authentic, genuine story with us. I’m sooooo incredibly happy for you!

randy
Angela what great news for you and John. It was nice sharing with all of us what you have been going thru. I wish you two the best and comfort as a family to come!!!!!!!

Peg Bolen
Congratulations Angela. Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful news with your yogi community. Even those of us who are far away keep a special place, and eye out, for you and the YS community. Enjoy the beginning of the trip of a lifetime! Namaste friend.

Neal Hacker
Way to go guys!!!

Sally
Thank you for sharing your journey – I have often used the life experiences that you have so willingly shared, to give advice/examples (sometimes unsolicited!) to my daughter, of how to persevere in life, how to go through love and loss and find love again, and how to go against the grain as a female business owner to follow your bliss as you have done. Although my infertility journey was nowhere near the depth of yours, I too experienced that initial shock of, “wait – this is the next step, this is my plan in life” but it didn’t happen that way! Your choosing to share your truth through that journey will inevitably give someone else hope that might not otherwise see any light anywhere. So incredibly happy for you and also happy to be able to observe the unfolding of this perfectly timed miracle occurring in yours and John’s lives.

Emily Threet
I’m glad you wrote all of that out. Thanks for sharing. Happy for you.

Kristee
Angela! Just got a chance to read this! You’re such an eloquent writer… What a sweet unexpected blessing! I know this baby is already so loved. 🙂 Thank you for sharing your heart! Love to your growing family! – Kristee Walker

Barbara
Bravo! I have been there and thank you for the words that will help others faced with a difficult and unexpected fertility journey. What a lucky child to get such great parents! Congratulations!!!

Amy
Congratulations, Angela! Your honest, open and heartfelt story brought tears to my eyes. I couldn’t be happier for you and John. You will be an amazing mother and you are deserving of every joy that life brings you. All my love, Amy.

Alice Riccardi
Great news Angela! It truly is a miracle in the making. Wishing you and your husband much love and joy!!!! Alice