Yesterday, I went to church for the first time in a long time because my dad was speaking and my baby brother was singing in the children’s choir (possibly the cutest thing ever).

On our drive home last night, my husband and I had a long talk about religion and how we will want to raise our kids one day. We came to the conclusion (I hope this isn’t TMI!) that we want them to understand prayer and always give thanks for what they have. We will teach them about all types of spirituality and let them choose how they want to practice it in their lives.

As a kid, my family went to church every week. It was a Sunday morning ritual that I still feel nostalgic for every once in a while. We would get all dressed up, sit in a beautiful space while learning about how to do unto others. It was wonderful and I wouldn’t give it up for the world. These days, I go on Christmas and Easter but always say a prayer before bed and when I feel like I need some extra support.

My husband, on the other hand, grew up in Bosnia during the war. His family was Muslim which meant that at any time, they could be (literally) killed for practicing their religion. It was a horrifying thing to live through. He saw people die because of their spirituality which has forever his tainted his vision of organized religion.

On a much lighter note, this is what I wore yesterday morning. I’ve worn this Buckley K. dress twice now- Once to a fall wedding in Brooklyn and here. I realized that I didn’t have a perfect black dress for cooler weather and I finally found it in this! The flouncy skirt, drop waist, and longer sleeves make it flirty, flattering, and perfect for any occasion on-which I have to dress up.