15 year wedding anniversary

15 year Wedding Anniversary

Happy 15 year anniversary, Francis. Francois. Michael. Mike.

Seeing that I can remember April 21, 2001 as though it were just a few months ago it is somewhat difficult to comprehend it’s been fifteen years. The weather (thank you, Dad!), food, band, friends, dancing, bar tab. It was, to-date, the best day of my life. Don’t get my wrong, the birth of each of our children were amazing. But your wedding day? That’s where everything begins.

Yes, 15 years goes by fast.. that is until I think…. 3 kids, 3 dogs, 3 houses….  I hear time continues to go by faster with each passing year. I suppose this means I need to buckle up and take time to enjoy the days because before we know it we will be celebrating 20 years. Then 25.   Then 45. What a catch, what a catch.  Who would have known that two FSU kids on a humid Saturday night on Tennessee Street (at a bar called ‘Big Daddy’s no less) would dance a little too much, never quite catch each other’s name, only to meet up again several months later.  Confession time– I thought his name was Brian and I dragged Shea and Courtney, my then college roommates, drive around from party to party, on more than one occasion, because I heard “Bryan” was going to be there. We would show up to the party only to find “Bryan” had just left. Darn, we just missed him! Had I known I was looking for a cute boy named Mike perhaps I would have run into him a little sooner.

On a different note, what a funny looking, and same ol’, pose we always seem to have in all our photos. When going back to find the handful of photos of the two of us without babies together (of course there was no digital photography – thankfully- when we met back in 1998 AND most of our photos contained children beginning in ’03) I find that they all look strikingly similar.  At least we are predictable!

Love you, Francis!! To several more rounds of 15 year anniversaries! xo







Colorado 2012

Colorado 2012 (one-eyed Willy)


October 2013


2004 North Carolina

2004 North Carolina



2007 Sara & Matt’s Rehearsal Dinner 




Colorado 2008 (Pike’s Peak)




Happy 90th birthday, Sylvia!

Happy 90th birthday, Sylvia!

In typical Sylvia-ness, Meme is celebrating her 90th birthday this morning at The Cloister in Sea Island with her three (now grown) girls. This is the place the four of them spent every summer for decades. Then when the third generation came along, we went there as well. For Mr. Robinson’s 40th birthday, it’s to The Cloister we went. Hope they are having a blast; there’s sure to be some good stories to follow.

January 2015

January 2015

Celebrating, cont. via grateful simplicity





Friends that are Family

5 generations. I had to count on my fingers to make sure that was right. When I was 3 years old we moved onto a cul-de-sac called Carriage Road. Our neighbors were Lucki and George Jones who had three daughters. Sassy, being Sassy, quickly became friend with Lucki and recruited Allison and Gigi (the middle and youngest) to help raise babysit us. Baths, board games, and though she denies I know I remember Mom paying Allison to walk ‘what’s-that-can-I-eat-it?’ baby sister up and down Carriage Road. God love her.  There are photos of my dressed up in my wedding gown, age 5, where on more than one occasion I marched myself across the street to marry George (just what he needed, another girl in his house!). Mumsy, Lucki, her children, Shannon and Allison’s children, and now we are about to meet the fifth generation of the Jones family. Five generations!

Allison baby sat us, we baby sat her children, Allison’s children later baby sat our children, and now… wait? Is Britton going to be babysitting Hannah’s children? This all makes me a little dizzy just thinking about how fast  the time goes by.  On the way to Hannah’s baby shower last weekend, I found myself explaining the connection to my girls.  They are like our family even though we aren’t technically related. A technicality is all that it is because to us, these girls are our family. Can’t wait to meet the next generation (and it’s a boy!).












Nanny will fuss at me for posting a photo of her but I don’t care! She also baby sat us when we were younger, I was in her wedding (with my sporty bangs I cut myself the day before), I babysat her son and daughter, Sibley and Mary Steweart, well… you get the picture. Friends that are family.





A repost: Marriage

A repost: Marriage

Getting up at 5:2o am to get my tired self to the elliptical isn’t always easy. Lately, I’ve switched it up from Bravo shows to blog hopping on my iPad (with a little help from Pandora). I am thrilled that one of my favorite bloggers, Life In Grace blog, is back at it again. When catching up on her writings today, I came across this post which I love titled How I finally found peace in my marriage”. An honest account of what marriage is, and isn’t. Thank you, Edie, for always keeping it real!

Next week Mr. Robinson and I celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary. It has gone by fast- some days, maybe slower than others. This is such a great reminder with a marriage celebration on the horizon.