Lady Ava Of Briarwood Glen

Maci 💋 My POV November 3, 2026 Greenwich, Connecticut “MACI! WHO IS CHRISTOPHER?” Oh, Lord. I knew that voice. Jenny had found something. I was sitting at my old desk when I turned around and saw @jennyDmond on my childhood bed, holding a little brown leather diary I hadn't opened in years. @thonlymiamonroe was beside her, surrounded by photographs. “Where did you find that?” “Your bottom drawer.” “Which was closed.” Jenny smiled. “Not locked.” Mia held up a photograph. “Is THIS Christopher?” I recognized him immediately. “Yes.” “He's cute!” “He was.” Jenny looked down at the diary. “MACI! You wrote that you wanted to MARRY him!” “I was sixteen, Jenny.” “You underlined it. Twice!” I walked toward the bed. “Give me that.” She pulled it away. “Ohhhh! And who's Andrew?” I love these girls. I really do. But at that moment, I was reconsidering several decisions. --- Let me back up. Sunday evening, after our wonderful weekend at the castle in Italy, we had dinner with Mom and Dad here in Greenwich. Edgar and @enchantedhottie left afterward for Chicago. Those two have been particularly affectionate lately. Spencer kept finding little reasons to touch him. Edgar kept leaning over to say something that made her smile. Jenny noticed. “Are they always like that?” “Not always.” She looked at me. “Okay. Quite often.” They're supposed to be "working" while in Chicago. Before she left, Spencer gave Jenny and me a few things to take care of. (Jenny works for both Spencer and Edgar.) She was very sweet about it. Which means she smiled beautifully while making it perfectly clear what she expected. I know that smile. I rather like that smile. I'm also smart enough to get the work done. --- Monday morning, Ava, Kristin, and Isabella headed out. @FunAva007 has an exam Wednesday, and the poor girl is having a difficult time accepting that college continues even when she's been having adventures in Italy. She FaceTimed me three times yesterday. The first two calls concerned things she'd left at the castle. The third was considerably more dramatic. “MACIIII! I'm so screwed.” I looked at her on screen. “What did you do?” “I have a test tomorrow, and I haven't studied.” “Ava...” “I KNOW! Don't start!” “So why are you calling me?” “Because I need emotional support!” “Then go study.” She stared at me. “Wow. You're actually terrible at this.” I started laughing. “I'm serious! I miss you guys.” “I miss you too, sweetheart.” “Okay, well... can you stay on FaceTime while I study?” Of course I said yes. Ava also mentioned that Isabella had been sharing some rather personal stories about Edgar with her and @kristin_md2b. Now, if you know Isabella, you know that's significant. She's intelligent, proper, reserved, and very selective about what she shares. For her to open up to Ava and Kristin says something about how comfortable she's becoming with them. Naturally, I wanted details. Ava refused. “It's sister information.” “I'm your sister!” “Not THIS information.” Little brat. I love her. 😂 --- Anyway, I took Jenny and Mia shopping yesterday afternoon. My treat. Jenny kept checking prices, which I finally put a stop to. Mia needed no such instruction. That girl can turn a dressing room into a social event. We had a wonderful afternoon. ---- @AnaDivincienzo checked in, too. She's been doing some modeling, and she's genuinely good at it. I told her she has a natural ability to make a camera pay attention. She said she already knew. Of course she did. She's Ana. --- We came home for dinner with Mom and Dad. Dad has taken quite an interest in Mia. He finds her endlessly entertaining. He asks her questions just to hear what she'll say. At one point, Mom looked across the table. “Be nice.” “I AM being nice!” Mia was laughing. Dad asked another question. Mom gave him that look. He stopped. For approximately thirty seconds. We also discussed our annual family christmas gala. I've invited all the girls this year, and Mom is already planning. Dad announced that he wanted Mia seated near him. Mom said she'd think about it, I'm fairly certain she's protecting the other guests. --- After dinner, we went upstairs to my childhood bedroom. Mom has kept nearly everything exactly as I left it. My books, photographs, fencing medals, and apparently every embarrassing thing I ever wrote about a boy. Jenny discovered the medals first. “Wait. You actually won fencing tournaments?” “A few. I was pretty good.” Mia picked up an old photograph of me in my fencing uniform. “You look dangerous!” “I was, sweetheart.” 😂 That led to questions about my education, including the etiquette and finishing-school lessons I had growing up. Mia wanted to know if they taught me how to flirt. “No. That came naturally.” Jenny laughed. “Of course it did.” Then she found my diaries. Oh, Lord. Christopher was my first serious boyfriend. Handsome, athletic, charming, and entirely too aware of it. I was sixteen and absolutely smitten. Jenny found the entry about our first kiss. “Was he any good?” Mia asked. “Not as good as he thought.” “Poor Christopher!” “Poor ME!” We actually bumped noses. Twice! And afterward, he told me I was a wonderful kisser. I remember thinking, How would you know? I barely did anything! But I adored that boy. I used to get butterflies just hearing his voice. Apparently, I also wrote that I intended to marry him. Jenny was delighted. Mia wanted to know if he was still handsome. I told her that was completely beside the point. Naturally, she wanted to see more photographs. Then we found Andrew. “This one's cute. What happened?” “He thought so, too.” Jenny nearly fell over laughing. Andrew was a little older, terribly charming, and very good at making a girl feel special. Unfortunately, he was also quite impressed with himself. I liked him, though. We had some wonderful times together, and I learned a few things about relationships that have stayed with me. Then Mia asked something that made me stop laughing. “Which one did you actually love?” I looked at her. Jenny stopped turning pages. “I thought I loved Christopher. And I cared about Andrew. But I was young. I don't think I understood love nearly as well as I thought I did.” Jenny smiled. “Did you ever really fall in love?” I laughed softly. “Oh, yes.” Mia looked at me. “Edgar?” I nodded. They both know how much I love him. And they know how much I love Spencer. But last night, sitting on my old bed with those two girls, I told them a little more about what I'd once imagined my future would look like. Some of it was funny. Some of it was personal. And some of it was harder to talk about than I expected. Mia reached over and took my hand at one point. Sweet girl. ❤️ We talked for quite a while. About boys, first kisses, falling in love, and how differently things can turn out from what we once imagined. Less than a year ago, I thought I had a pretty clear idea of where my life was going. Today, I'm not nearly as certain. And I'm perfectly happy with that. I love the people in my life. I love what I'm studying and the work I hope to do. I have a place where I belong, and I'm excited about what comes next. I still have plenty to figure out. I'm only twenty-four. I hope I do! Eventually, Jenny went back to reading, and Mia resumed judging my former boyfriends. Having Jenny and Mia here has become something special. I love watching them get comfortable in my home. I love hearing them laugh together. And I love that they feel close enough to tease me about things I once thought were terribly important. They're staying in my room for the next few days, which means we'll probably be up talking far later than we should. I'm looking forward to it. Although I'm beginning to suspect the girls are more interested in my teenage love life than in getting any sleep. And we haven't even opened the other drawers. Before bed, I looked at Jenny. “One day, I'm going to find your old diaries.” She smiled. “I don't keep diaries.” Smart girl. I turned to Mia. She looked genuinely concerned. “Don't even think about it, Maci.” Oh, sweetheart. Now I'm definitely thinking about it. And as for the rest of those diaries? I might share a few more stories. Or I might decide some things are better left between three girls having a wonderful time together. We'll see. 💋 One more thing. After our conversation last night, I spent some time thinking about what I've learned about men, relationships, and what actually matters to me. So I wrote something a little more personal today. It's called “I Wanted a Man I Could Admire: What Growing Up Wealthy Taught Me About Men, Love, and What Really Matters.” It's partly about my experiences, but I also wanted to share a few things that might be helpful to men who wonder what women like me actually want. And perhaps to women who are still figuring that out for themselves. I certainly am. If you're curious, I'd love for you to read it. ❤️ - Maci 💋--> @EdgerPoe516859 #MyPOV #GIRLFRIENDS #1stLOVE Video by credit hungry #Grok and me. I don't have enough tokens to make it Wed.... @mjcromwell01 @Susan_B_PhD @seanachiejimK @TravisNei @WeHaveHope231 @TheTigreTwins @Jagsfan67 @JenneCameron @danielthedadtn @AlvinMaxMaxwell @AndyKnightII @Tattdwolf52

Maci 💋 My POV September 16, 2026 Aspen, Colorado The baby turned one yesterday. One day. ❤️ I know that sounds ridiculous, but I kept thinking about it while I was holding him. 24 hours ago he had never taken a breath, never been cold, never been hungry, never seen Noah or Sophia, and now he is upstairs making little noises and grabbing fingers and somehow everybody in this house already knows him. I've spent years learning the science behind how we get here, and honestly I think knowing more has made me more amazed by it, not less. An egg and sperm meet, there is this incredible zinc release at fertilization, one cell becomes two, then four, then eight, and nine months later Sophia is holding a little boy who has Noah's nose. How do you study that and not believe life is extraordinary? I held him for probably longer than I should yesterday. Sophia didn't seem to mind. There is something different about holding a newborn when you love his mother. I've been around babies. I've studied development. I've seen births. This was different because I know Sophia. I know Noah. I watched Oliver and Isaac running around downstairs while their baby brother slept against me, and suddenly I could see this whole little family that didn't exist a few years ago. That got me. Most of the day Ava and I had Oliver and Isaac while Kristin basically became Sophia's nurse. And watching Kristin was another one of those things I don't quite know how to explain. I met this woman earlier this year. Yesterday she was walking around this house checking on Sophia, bringing her things, helping with the baby, making sure Noah ate, and nobody thought twice about it. Including Kristin. At some point someone stops being the friend who is visiting and they're just family. I think that happened when I wasn't looking. The Collins could obviously hire all the help they wanted, but that's not really the same thing. And I don't mean that disrespectfully because there are wonderful nannies and nurses who become incredibly important to families. I just mean there is something special about handing your child to somebody you love and knowing they love that child too. And then there's Aunt Ava. Dear God. 😂 Ava is not going to be the aunt sitting politely on the patio while the children play. Yesterday she was a bear. Like actually on all fours chasing Isaac through the grass. Then the bear became interested in flowers, so naturally all four of us had to investigate flowers. Then we found seeds. Then Ava showed them how the wind carries them. Then everyone was running through the meadow throwing seeds into the air. At one point she and Oliver were both lying in the grass looking at something and I realized I could not tell which one was having more fun. She's 5'8" and twenty years old, but give her two little boys and a meadow and apparently she's eight. I love that about her. --- And then later I would let the castle moment breathe more: Edgar pulled me aside yesterday and casually informed me that while we're in Italy I need to work out some details for my room at the castle. I said, “My room?” He looked at me like this was obvious. Apparently I don't have a guest room there. I have a permanent room. Then he said there is “room to grow into.” I didn't ask what that meant because I am a mature adult who definitely did not immediately think, children??? 😂 But that one stayed with me. I've had beautiful bedrooms my entire life. That's not what got me. Permanent did. There is something very different about someone making space for you in a place they expect their family to be fifty years from now. So I made a joke because that's what emotionally healthy people do when Edgar Collins accidentally says something that makes your heart hurt. --- Spencer called later with instructions for Kristin and me. We are supposed to tease her fiancé while we're in Italy. These were not vague instructions either. She has a theory that if we make Edgar squirm enough while she's gone, he will be extremely enthusiastic about seeing her again. I told her if Kristin and I actually follow through on everything she's suggesting, Edgar may redirect the plane through her campsite himself. Spencer looked entirely too pleased with that possibility. --- I don't know how this became my life. A year ago I would not have believed I could love these people the way I do now and actually be happy inside something that looks nothing like what I once thought I wanted. But I am. Really happy. Which is probably enough emotional honesty for one post. - Maci 💋 #MyPOV Video by me and #Grok. I’m still trying to make sense of the token costs. From what I’m seeing, an image costs one token and a video costs one to three. I would’ve thought images would be much cheaper. Apparently, making everyone stand still isn’t much of a discount. @enchantedhottie @FunAva007 @AnaDivincienzo @kristin_md2b @mjcromwell01 @Susan_B_PhD @jennyDmond @thonlymiamonroe @seanachiejimK @TravisNei @WeHaveHope231 @TheTigreTwins @Jagsfan67 @Goddess_Kadi @JenneCameron @danielthedadtn @AlvinMaxMaxwell @AndyKnightII @Tattdwolf52