Some stories don’t begin with grand, movie-worthy moments — they begin in the quiet chaos of everyday life. Mine certainly did.
Hi, I’m Bridget. If you popped by my home on any random day, you’d probably walk into a swirl of chatter, a few half-finished conversations, and at least one person calling out, “What’s for dinner?” (Truthfully, I sometimes am still figuring that out myself..)
I’m happily married to a wonderfully patient and loving husband, and together we’re raising two incredible kids, Dylan and Eira, who are now in their mid-teens, with Dylan being taller than I while Eira will soon reach my height (and probably even taller), quicker with snarky comebacks, but still occasionally convinced that I have magical powers when it comes to finding lost things.
This blog is my little space to share what parenting has really been like for me—not picture-perfect, but real. It’s messy, meaningful, unpredictable, and more often than not, unintentionally funny.
Oh, and why “Brigwyn”? Well, “brigwyn” means “white-topped”, and that’s the nickname my friends have always called me, considering that I have had white hair since young adulthood.