I posted back in April about the overly used ‘dancing in the rain’ quote. Guess what? It came up again. Funny how that happens, isn’t it?
Anyway, I wanted to grab a card for a friend today and just like it was meant to be, a card including that very quote stood up above the rest. What was I supposed to do … pass it over and look at the other cards? It’s like when you’re driving by Biggby and the sweet little voice in the backseat inquires, “Hey mom, can I get a Biggby?” You get the kid a Biggby.
Do you guys agonize over cards like I do? Continue reading
Even (almost) two months after our trip to Guatemala, these words hit me like a brick every day. The beloved. I am His beloved.
It’s taken so much for me to accept that. It started happening in Guatemala, but honestly? It’s a reminder I need almost daily. Continue reading
Oh, this family. They are all ridiculously beautiful and so very much in love. We celebrated the arrival of little Eli a couple weeks ago with an at-home photo session.
Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on who you talk to, it gets to about three o’clock everyday and my hand just aches from trying to keep up with what I feel should be a doable pace right now. Apparently, even that is a stretch. But, this is temporary and I have to keep reminding myself of that. Sorry. I’m whining. But anyway, this post has taken about 20 days to complete. I almost forgot what I was talking about. #stillwhining Continue reading
I just typed underwear. Oops, there I did it again. Sorry about all of it. But, it’s been on my mind.
Well, not underwear specifically, but the concept of wearing clean ones.
Not that either. Ugh, my words never come out quite right. Continue reading
You’re all also fans of Nicholas Sparks, right? The very first book I cried
sobbed like a baby as I finished was “Message in a Bottle.” They knew I was so touched they made it into a film. I didn’t love that one so much (don’t do it, Kevin Costner!) but as his books became more popular, more movies followed and of the many that require a tissue or two was The Vow. Oh, The Vow. Continue reading
Is Monday over yet? Or wait, does it just feel like a Monday? Yep, it does. And to that person that decided it made sense to back into my car without so much as a note of, “oops, sorry about that.” … well, you’re just lucky I have a sweet little boy to hug and photos of Guatemala to fill my mind with wonderful thoughts. Moving on … Continue reading
So … guess what? I have, like, eleventy billion more photos to share and I just promised my niece I was going to bed because I feel tired (I think they used to call it weary but that seems like something an old lady would say and I’m definitely not about to throw myself into <em>that</em> category). But, looking at my Guatemala photos makes me happy and I’d rather be happy than sleeping. Never mind. That doesn’t even make sense. So, I will leave you with more photos and then I’ll get my weary self to bed so I can make no sense another time. Continue reading
It’s still hard to put into writing what took place in Guatemala. I’ll just stop teasing and announce right here and now that I probably never will (at least not all of it). #sorrynotsorry
In a post I swear I shared yesterday, I wrote about my decision to follow the call to Guatemala with a group of thirty-nine other kids (kids is a relative term, after all). And now, we are home.
I’ve spent the past several days attempting to process and figure out how to communicate what happened in Guatemala. I’m also trying to process the 700 photos I took. That’s the fun part, though, because I get to re-live the daily events every time I look at
Caleb’s photo-bombing face them. Continue reading