Thursday, November 20, 2014

Thoughts on a chilly morning....

:: Wishing my cup of coffee would never end ....
:: Thankful for a fire that's still burning in the morning....
:: Going to pull a Miracle on 34th Street this year and ask Santa for my dream house ;)  Wish me luck.
:: Excited Brad Paisley is playing in Alaska!  Utterly disappointed that the cheapest tickets are $300 a piece!!  Seriously, that's just crazy.

:: Really feeling this guy, Jonsi, from Iceland and his band that I first heard on the How to Train
Your Dragon 2 soundtrack.  Isla bird is feeling it too :)

:: May have found myself a new vacation knitting project.  Isn't it beautiful?  Spectra from Stephen West.
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:: And if I could, I would knit this for ALL of my family & friends :)

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Tuesday, November 11, 2014

I needed to read this, maybe you do too....

This morning I read this post from the blog, letters from the nest.

Wow.  I mean -- WOW.  I needed that perspective refresher for sure.

Please read it.  

I promise it will change the way you view things today.  xoxo

:: Oldie, but goodie.  Ever on her first day of Kindergarten. ::
And special thoughts, prayers, and love to ALL our veterans today.  Where would we be without you?

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Book Report.

Amazon, man.  It's trouble.  It has everything you need and a million things you don't need ... that is until you see them.  

I have a lucky tendency to not know I need a book until it falls in my lap.  I recently ordered the book Treasuring Christ When Your Hands Are Full by Gloria Furman.  It's short and sweet, with little pearls of encouragement.  I really love a directed bible study, which this is not at all.  But without time for a long study right now, this is limping me along until the next one.  

A couple favorite lines:

"Your worst days are never so bad that you are beyond the reach of God's grace.  And your best days are never so good that you are beyond the need of God's grace."

"Glorify God by enjoying Him -- he is a truer and better award than the adulations of our children, of other women, and even of our self-approval."

I constantly need the reminder to place my trust and strength and joy in Him.

I've seen a lot of people celebrate November with 30 days of gratitude.  I think this year I will attempt it.  Although there are a million ways to do it -- one being simply to write a list on a piece of paper or in a journal -- I think we'll try to do something along the lines of this with the kids.
And though I'm not usually one to attribute inherent wisdom to celebrities, I am a Kate Hudson fan and agree with her here:

Research shows practicing GRATITUDE is strongly and consistently associated with greater happiness. Gratitude helps people feel more positive emotions, relish good experiences, improve their health, deal with adversity, and build strong relationships. 

So start yourself a list and have a Happy November! 

Monday, November 3, 2014


All of our lives have seasons.  Seasons of busy and seasons of quiet.  Seasons of sharing and those of self-reflection.  Seasons of feeling present and those that flow through our fingers like water where we're simply trying to keep from running out.

When I started this blog 5 years ago our lives were different.  One child.  No smart phones.  One camera.  No school.  Our life was made up of "less" in a sense.  But I was able to focus more on the less, if that makes any sense.  I now find it a daily challenge to be present, to be intentional.  I have some catching up to do when it comes to figuring this life-as-an-adult stuff out.

Instagram has, in a way, taken the place of my photo sharing on here.  But I do miss this space and hope to carve out a few moments each week to come back and add to my journal, and to our story.

"We love because he first loved us." 1 John 4:19

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Check it out.

 As a fan of photography, black and white imagery, vacations spent in the sun and - incidentally - freckles, I just had to share this one:

If it's legit, it's amazing.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

My Boy.

:: Love at first sight. ::
:: ONE :: 
:: TWO ::
:: THREE!! ::
photo taken by my friend Adriane Honerlaw 
"I'm three!  I'm three!!"  Thus began Tell's third birthday. He sat up in bed and proclaimed to the world, that he is in fact a whole year older, overnight.  

This boy.  Has me on my knees -- thanking God for his sweet little life intertwined with mine, praying for the energy to keep up with him, asking for wisdom to raise him right and protect him.

He loves his sisters.  
He adores his Papa.  
Everything has an engine for him.  He is constantly making an engine sound, sometimes he's not even playing with anything.  He just is an engine.  
He fixes things.  
Loves stories and lights up at the promise of a new book.
He attempts to drive anything with wheels.
Not at all a surprise, he is infatuated with airplanes.  
Loves his bike.
He's my eater.  Gets serious about food.  An empty plate has brought him to tears before.  That last bite can be a stinger, I feel your pain little one. ;)

Here's to you Tell, my little light-filled ginger -- I love you, I love you, I love you and wish you 100 more birthdays!

Sunday, June 1, 2014

A Conversation with Ever.

Tenderheart.  That is my girl.  Tender, gentle (mostly), and a bit of an old soul...

Last night she wanted to look at some of my jewelry hanging above the cupboard.  She loves the sparkle.  We went through it and I told her about each of the things hanging there.  I told her she could have anything of mine she wanted, except for my wedding ring.  She talks about me "donating" my things to her.  Been around for a few closet cleanings, I guess ;)  Anyway, I said of course I would donate my things to her.

Then she says, "Can I have your wedding ring when you live inside my heart?"

Huh?  Goodness.  "Well, of course you can.  You or Isla or Tell."

Within an instant she goes from the joy of "yes" to the sobbing, wailing tears of losing her Mama someday.  I mean she cried - hard - for half an hour.  And let's not kid ourselves, I cried a little too.  This tenderness did not show up out of nowhere.  And while we're at it, her Papa is no hard-hearted figure either.

Anyway, we were a sight to see.  Bry was so confused.  And then he wasn't when I told him the conversation.  He knows his little girl.

That girl carries my heart around in her pocket.  I told her I hope she will always love me this much.   And she answered, "Of course I will."
Crossing my fingers and praying every day...
:: Ever and "Tell" the (hopefully) hen, so named by Tell the boy :) ::