Saturday. What. a. day! In the morning, I took the birthday bicycle to the bike shop to get properly fitted. The surprise gift from my husband was essentially a big gift card; he arranged for me to come try out a few models before completing the deal and although I loved the matte black, I… Continue reading A Mile A Day: Day 13
The New Year always holds promise for me. Isn’t there something wonderful about reaching the end of a calendar and opening a brand new page, new agenda, new possibilities? I’ve made a few resolutions this year, as I do most years. Drinking more H20 didn’t make the list this time but Meatless Mondays did. As did replacing… Continue reading Resolute in 2016
Emma, dear, you are over 5 months old today!
Over the past few weeks you’ve been growing like a weed, turning pants into capris after one trip through the wash. You’re active. You roll across the room and scoot backwards across the floor, but not quite at a crawl. You push and pull and spin and turn to get a better view of mom and dad or a better grip on toys and textures. And oh, how you laugh! You laugh at belly kisses and repeat movements and squeaky smooches against those chubby cheeks. You are always moving, feeling, discovering.
You left one daycare and began another and, despite my fears, you didn’t spend a moment looking back. Crawling-confusion aside, you are always moving forward, teaching your mom to fear less and trust God more. At your new daycare, you claimed your title of easiest sleeper and took a bottle by yourself. You sit up tall, with a little help, and put your paci in your mouth.
You made your way to your first wedding dance floor and became grandpa’s favorite dance partner. You wooed momma’s high school friends and enchanted daddy’s coworkers. You dined at dinner parties and lunch dates, dipping your hands in plates along the way. But when those hands reach up and your arm wraps tightly around our necks? We are hugged in happiness and joy!
Your dad and I would love to slow the clock with you and soak in every precious moment. We are living for the weekends and our hours uninterrupted. Our family of four. Full of love and time fast-moving.
Happy 5 month, Emma Josephine. You are a blessing to this family and a joy.
Oh, sweet Fall! How we’ve patiently awaited your cooler temperatures, your color palate of oranges and reds, your pumpkin patches, leaves to play in, cider & donuts. For children, you are a new beginning, never-been-used pencils, and fresh-faced teachers. For parents, a gentle reprieve from the summer madness, hustle & bustle. For my family, you… Continue reading Fall & Food
Anyone who has been through it before will tell you that there is a season in life when the majority of your friends get married. And while I can’t definitively say that this is it for Freddy and me, I’m thinking this it! So far this year, Freddy and I have been honored to receive… Continue reading Wedding Season and Marriage Advice
Some days, you feel annoyed and stressed about things or tired and ready to take out your frustration on your spouse. Some days, you have the clarity to see that those things are separate from your beautiful life with your blessing of a husband. I am so in love.
I’m not entirely sure the purpose of nostalgia. Is it a longing for something we no longer have? A happy remembrance of what brought us to where we are today? An opportunity to laugh about your mistakes or relish in the distant praise of your few successes? I’ve been caught up in sweet dreams of… Continue reading Forks in the Road Don't Have to Have a Right and Wrong
This coming Sunday, Freddy and I will be marking our 6th month of marriage by teaching small group at our church, catching our Sunday service after, and meeting up with friends at a Whitecaps baseball game. Freddy thinks celebrating “month-marker anniversaries” is foolish, so I’ve arranged the game as the perfect “unassuming” way to make the day… Continue reading 6 Months and Counting
There’s this new movie coming out. It has Channing Tatum and Rachel McAdams in it; they play a husband and wife. This husband and wife get in an accident and then the wife can’t remember him. So he has to win her back. Make her fall in love again. See for yourself: Trailer: The Vow… Continue reading The Vow
Let’s be frank: Freddy and I speak different languages. French vs. Italian or American English vs. British English. We get the gist of one another but we really have to listen to catch what the other person is saying. When you live with someone, it’s easy to forget to listen. And when you speak different… Continue reading Styles of Communication