Meet Us

Mo.

My name is Jasmine.

But my grandpa called me Mo.

He actually called me a lot of things… he was an ornery old man who thought he was far more clever than he actually was. I loved the “uniqueness” of all the names he called me, but Mo is easily my favorite. Potentially because it is the most normal of them all.

It started as him calling me Jas-mo instead of Jasmine. Eventually, he got lazy, and stuck with Mo.

Nobody has called me Mo in a long time.

Since his passing in 2015, a lot has changed in my life.

I started my career as a teacher, I met the love of my life, I obtained a Master’s Degree, I got a few dogs, started a health and fitness journey, I married the love of my life, we got pregnant, we lost the baby, got pregnant again and here we are.. PARENTS.

All of these moments have helped define the woman I am today. I am strong and resilient; I am emotional and broken. I am independent and I am needy. I am a fighter and oh so much of a lover. I am a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend, and almost a mother.

To you, I am probably Jasmine or maybe, if we’re really close, you might call me Jaz.

But deep down, I am and always will be Mo.

You’ve somehow made it this far into my about me section, so I thought I’d let you know what you’ll be seeing on this website.

You’ll be seeing my life and all the wonderful people and adventures that have led me to where I am today.

You’ll also see my little shop, because who wouldn’t want to make some money on the side 🙂

At the end of the day, my purpose is to hopefully give you something that you relate to. Whether it be family things, personal goals, or a t-shirt that has your name written all over it… I hope you find comfort here.

+ Co.

His name is Dino.

However, depending on the situation that you met him in, you might call him Gabe.

I call him lots of names, but the most important one is “The love of my life”.

Uber cliche, right? A woman calling her husband the love of her life? That’s not unheard of.

And, like most other women out there, I truly mean it.

He is my very best friend in the entire world and hands down, my biggest supporter. He celebrates victories with me and he helps guide me in the right direction when dealing with losses. He is my logic when I can’t seem to find it, and a smile when I can’t seem to find that either.

He’s the closest thing to perfect I’ve ever met.

Her name is Francesca.

Franki.

And she is everything I never knew I needed.

If you know me, and I even if you don’t, you should know that I wanted to be a boy mom. I don’t know what I was so worried about, because having a girl was without question, the greatest thing ever happened to me.

Especially this girl.

She is my clone – on the inside and on the out. She has taught me so much… from how to be a mom to just figuring out who I am.

Cash.

I got my boy.

And boy oh boy, does he have me wrapped around his finger. I’ve never felt as loved as I feel when this little boy looks at me. He has been the perfect addition to our family, and as much as I love him, his sister might love him most.

I am excited to learn who he is as he continues to grow. Even more so, I’m ecstatic to learn whatever he’ll teach me on this new journey as a boy mom.