Thursday, December 20, 2012

The End.

I love writing.  I write mostly to Jesus.  I write and I write and I write.

He listens.  So well.

And then He gently turns my fist-pumping confusion, questions, prayers for mercy, and praise for who He is amidst the darkness.  He gently turns it all toward Him.  About Him.

And so I love writing.  I hated grammar, English and Literature every single day of high school in college.  I never finished one book and got poor grades in Writing.  But at the age of 19, I met Jesus.  He sought me out and opened my closed tight heart.  I met Him and started writing in journals and haven't quit since.

When I started having babies and going through the adventures of being a military wife, I started blogging.  I was lonely.  Never alone, just lonely.  Whether it was a deployment, nap time, evenings all by myself, or a longing for intellectual thought outside of Little People....I began blogging.

But now it has ended.

My little, very small, part of blog world is coming to a close.

I blogged before blogs were cool and twitter and facebook and pinterest and.........

they did not exist, or were just barely existing.

And now I am delightfully done.

I now have a packed day of intellectual thought from bright exhausting elementary students.  I still change diapers and read books to my 4 year old.  I also make time for my husband, and our home, and real beautiful people I can hug and touch their face in our home church.

And most days we fight for time to just play, laugh and rest.

I now understand what elder moms told me when all my babies were little. They said it'll always be exhausting and hard, just a different kind of exhaustion.  Enjoy those little years.

They were right.  They are right.

In place of blogging, I've been building simple digital photobooks, actually printing them and having them for the boys to look at and remember their baby years.  I'm working on iphoto slide shows that document our family's journey.  I read and read and read books.  I hold my baby and cry as I watch my sons grow forward into boyhood.

And so I say thank you.  Thank you for reading, for commenting, for encouraging, for praying.

I love blogging.  But for now, it's the end.  And I just don't want to leave you hangin', wondering if I'll return randomly with a post.

I'm not.

I'm living life.  And I plan on making it a beautiful one.

Monday, August 27, 2012

6 months

Sometimes there are just no words

that capture how sweet a 6 month old baby really is

they smile, coo, grab your face, snuggle your shoulder

they place their tiny one finger in their mouth as the sharpness of a new tooth sprouts

a 6 month old baby.  We love ours. 

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Navy Family


A rare treasure that makes them family when the men knew each other before there were wives, and we all knew each other before there were kids.  

This was our Fourth of July.  Which was a beautiful celebration of America, while living on a military base, with friends we serve and labor alongside.  

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Living Out of Breath

Phew.  I mean it's a bloggy blog world out there.  Pretty pictures, nice words, amazing things done and created.  I'm overwhelmed by it all a bit right now.  I can hardly keep up with my water quota needed to produce milk, let alone a nice picture paired with a witty blog post.  So here it is, drum roll please, a nice real glimpse of our beautiful life.  

We had visitors.  Grammy and Poppy.  Look at all those blue shirts and blue eyes! 

Coen has the best big brothers.  Look at that, forget picture books, the baby is moving right into chapter books.  

Lucas had a piano recital.  That's him on that big beauty of a piano.  Can I just say that getting our family ready for a piano recital was a beautiful thing for me?  It was.  I didn't realize it would be.  But halfway through it all, I realized that it felt just like getting ready for a ballet recital.  Fancy clothes.  Quiet observation.  No yelling, cheering, or go team! type open mouth pumping fists activity.  Not that I don't love myself some good sports action.  But the solitude of the unspoken beauty in the arts is something I thirst of and drink slowly.  

There he is, the youngest cutest piano player in the bunch! 

Earlier that same day, the boy graduated from kindergarten.  Big ol'day for that one.  

Our baby sleeps in odd places.  Do you see him?

We live by a lake, practically on a lake.  We've been swimming there, jumping off of boats, and tubing.  Yes, I was on a tube screaming, while our baby slept in his car seat behind the driver.  Like I said....out of breath I've been living.  

Beau traveled for about a month.  That's him on Skype talking to us all, even Coen caught on by the end....smiling at the computer.  Such a modern babe, that one. 

I have handsome fun boys.  

Mamma came to visit! Just look at her, she's beautiful.  She serves and helps....because she loves Jesus. And that's what makes it all the more beautiful.  It's worship to her.  

My BFF at Jaime Lenhart Photography came and held my baby, played with my boys, cleaned my dishes, baked some fish, and took amazing pictures of our family.  She's a cool cat Mama by day photographer by night type.  I knew her in braces, so that makes me super cool too I guess. 

Here's a couple of my favorites, they're probably not the *best* ones as far as an onlooker would choose.  But I love what they capture.  



My husband.  I love this picture.  We just celebrated 10 years of marriage.  And isn't he handsome?  I love how little he likes to put on that stuffy uncomfortable uniform especially in the heat, but did it with a joyful heart for me and these pictures.  I love when he smiles and I see new lines shooting out from his eyes...I don't see age.  I see history.  I see the not so pretty nights at 2am where he's held each of our boys while I sleep.  I see him on a razor scooter doing races even though he's jet lagged and is more sleep deprived than me.  I see his Bible worn and tattered, sitting next to an empty coffee mug as I arise in the morning.  And I know he was up long before any of us, but also was the last to bed the night before.  I see him fold laundry and do dishes, while I try to have a conversation with him.  Me, sitting nursing.  Us, talking amidst hot wheel races.  I see him lead us, love us and protect us...all by serving us.  Not by claiming he knows what he's doing or ever sitting down on the job.  I see him fighting for a family that is more than surviving.  We are thriving.  I see him encourage us, stop and pray for us, even through a computer screen across an ocean.  I see this man and I love him.  

And that's us, friends.  Like most bloggers, at the end of it all, I ask....have I captured anything?  And I say no.  I've captured very little here.  The rest is being lived.  Which is so much sweeter than a screen...I can hear the laughter, taste the brownie batter, smell the summer air, and kiss the real faces.