an offer he couldn’t refuse
“Daddy! Daddy! Do you wanna come in my little pink tent with me? I’ll read you a story!”
the happiest of fridays:
coming home from work and heading straight to the beach.
Last year
On this day, last year, Casey looked like this.
And we didn’t know why.
I remember singing Rock of Ages on my way home from the hospital, through tears.
It’s good to remember because it stirs that same sense of urgency… an urgency my heart needs.
So thankful for perspective that a trial brings– for a sweet and caring savior– for a husband who has been restored (and redeemed!)– for the promise we have in the Rock of Ages.
Bridal Shower
My brother is getting married! And we’re thrilled at the match.
We celebrated Heather with a simple, lovely shower. Games were kept to a minimum; conversation was the main event.
After spending just a little more time with Heather and her friends and family, I can affirm {again} that my brother Paul is a lucky guy!
the ring bearer and flower girl
recipe links:
and then a few other dishes that wouldn’t really have a recipe… like fresh fruit on skewers and lemonade in mason jars.
I’ll admit it: Sunday mornings can be a little hectic.
And something almost always falls through the cracks.
I was happy this morning, realizing that everyone was in a good mood and getting along well. Nothing harder than the transition from family bickering to a church service.. and it looked like we’d be avoiding that pitfall this morning.
Though, in the midst of gathering clothes and shoes, diaper bags, coffee, and making sure that everyone was relatively clean… a certain little boy was awfully quiet.
Then it hit me. Or maybe I should say, it hit my friend.
There was a plate of leftover cupcakes from the bridal shower.
On the kitchen table.
I thought delusionally optimistically, maybe he hadn’t found them yet?
Let’s just say… we were a little late this morning.
grandparent fix
1) “Mama, take a picture of my really happy face!”
2) I couldn’t figure out why our mouse was always missing batteries. Till one day I caught him red handed. Busted.
I’m just glad it isn’t a tarantula.
And also, the August newsletter went out today. If you didn’t receive one, but would like to, use this form. Thanks, friends.
On making pizza
We’ve been making a lot of pizza lately.
Penelope is a surprisingly able helper… and so, so eager.
It makes for a wonderful evening.
the playroom
In the barn, we have a magical room. Most days it’s a boring ole playroom (That I’m particularly thankful for. Especially when I’m trying to make dinner.)
On special, special days, it isn’t a playroom! We have a luxurious airbed that instigates the transformation. The little round table makes for a perfect nightstand. And the ABC flashcards are a charming headboard. Several toys disappear into the closet thin air. And the kids have to knock before they enter.
You see, on our most favorite of days, the playroom is actually a guest room! But this magical process is pretty particular– it can only be seen in person. So if you want to see it, you have to come visit us. Trust me, the magical guest room is worth the trip.
You should probably pack your bags now.
But in case you were wondering, this is what it’ll look like before you get here:
I’m still keeping track.
As I rolled over this morning, and realized you weren’t still there, I thought of something else to add to my list:
156. If the kids get up before my alarm for work goes off, you get up with them.. so I can sleep a few more minutes.
I know it’s not Valentine’s day, or your birthday, but let’s face it– you married a bit of a list-maker. So sometimes I wake up, smile, and the first thing that pops into my head is, “Man, I’ve got to add this to the list.”
