Jun 04, 2012 | posted in Family Portraits, Personal | 15 comments

A quick (ish) chronicle of the cousin portion of our trip to sunny (ish) San Diego. (Not pictured: Uncle Matty! What?! How?! Shame on me! Also not pictured: our grown ups only party night at the Beach Boys/Foster the People Concert!)

Jun 01, 2012 | posted in on the agenda, Personal | 3 comments

Sorry for the hiatus. (No I’m not.)

We took a Memorial Day trip to California, ate waaaaaaay to much delicious food (ask my thighs) and saw sooooooo many people we love. It was perfect. We got home the day before yesterday, and now we’re getting prepped for our trip to Hawaii (leaving Monday).

WOOSH. (That was the sound of the wind rushing past as we zooooom by. Full speed ahead.)

I’m hoping to get back to blogging (real blogging) soon, but in the mean time, I suggest you take a day or two off. I don’t care who you are, and I don’t give a spit about the circumstances. Take the day off. You need it.

Put your phone away. Get outside. And live. The world won’t stop spinning without you.

N

PS. My darling baby Lincoln graduated from Kindergarten yesterday. My youngest is now a first grader. Oy.

May 20, 2012 | posted in Inspire, parenting, Personal | 7 comments

You fill up my senses, like a night in a forest.
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain.

Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.

Come let me love you. Let me give my life to you.
Let me drown in your laughter. . . .

Let me lay down beside you.

Let me always be with you.

Come let me love you; come love me again.

Thank you, John Denver, for writing the words of my heart. Truly one of the most beautiful songs of all time. Also, you should know that sometimes I pretend like you’re still alive. I’m equally fond of imagining you in Heaven, friends with this guy. I’m fairly certain that the two of you would be a great fit.

PS. Lincoln, you were DETERMINED that I get a picture of you doing a handstand in the water. As you can see, your determination almost paid off. . . sooooo cloooooose.
PPS.Thank you for hosting us Grandma and Grandpa Great. We sure love you a million.
PPPS. Rediscovered this tonight as well. Oh my. Tears (and a standing ovation of my heart) every.single.time. So much in this world to be inspired by. Everywhere you look.

May 16, 2012 | posted in Baby Gavin, God is Good, Inspire, Personal | 16 comments

PS. Dear Instagram,
Thank you for making the life of the every day blogger infinitely. . .
well, better, in every way.

This morning, I was packing sack lunches with as much satisfaction as I’ve experienced in the entirety of my life (in sincerity).

Tears of gratitude streaked across my face as my soul joyously proclaimed, “What else matters, but lunches?!” (Yes, this description truly necessitated the ridiculousness of language like, “joyously proclaimed,” so get off my back.:))

In that messy moment, not a thing in the world mattered to my heart more than the mouths those lunches would feed. Not a thing.

“Our shadow by day” is a line from a hymn that I love. (Read the lyrics here or listen here: verse 3, where the men bust it out a capella??? Woooooooosh.)

Our shadow by day. . . I never realized the significance, until I moved to the desert. The difference between the shade and the beating heat of the sun, can very literally mean the difference between life and death.

The spiritual parallel is astonishing.

You see, I’ve felt so broken. So disoriented. So utterly small and completely overwhelmed.*

Then, I stepped into the shade. I stepped into His rest. And nothing has been the same.

As I actively seek my Father in Heaven, I find him. As I actively seek that spiritual shade, so to speak, my life is more fulfilling in every way that truly matters (and in most of the ways that don’t).

My brown paper sack at 6 in the morning . . . my shadow by day.

No matter how you slice it, God is there, and He is great.

(Psssst. You matter to Him, SO MUCH, by the way.)

*These feelings are part of the path we walk, those of us “who know.” All of these feelings are lingering symptoms of the journey through grief. That said, they are also symptoms that come as the result of other overwhelming, life shattering, circumstances faced by each of us every single day. Please don’t think that I’m EVER trying to compare battle wounds. Because I never am.

May 15, 2012 | posted in my favorite things, Personal | 11 comments

I’m deeply sorry for the lame-O post, but I simply cannot help myself. I just have to tell you!

I am absolutely, completely, unquestionably smitteny by Tide’s Pods.

The smell, the ninja-esque cleaning power, the all-in-one-ness. I die.

Amazing.

If they were a human, I’d have them over for a congratulatory BBQ to celebrate their utter awesomeness.

Buy them.

The end.

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(Seeing as I’m blogging from my phone, there is a high probability that the resolution on the above image is poor. I promise to remedy said problem, should it in fact exist, just as soon as I get home from field trippin’ it with Raleigh-Roo tomorrow at the science museum! Thank Jupiter it’s indoors. It was 107 degrees today! Somebody please remind Arizona that it is, in fact, still MAY. Good gravy!)

Post Edited to Include (at 10:02 pm the next day might I add): WHAT THE HECK PEOPLE! I knew the resolution would be bad, but THAT BAD?? How did none of you send out a search party and TELL ME?! Holy cow patty. Problem (finally) solved, no thanks to YOU. ;)

(And no, I am in no way affiliated with Tide. But thank you, all the same, for questioning the sincerity of my enthusiasm. Mwahahaha.)