For the first time in over a month, I have felt compelled to click on this ever familiar "Add New Post" button. I think it's the longest I've been away from here, and I've been distant for a while before that too. I never feel the need to explain or apologize any time away from social media or the internet world, I think that is pretty self explanatory to anyone. Everyone needs time away sometimes. I do, however, feel the need to explain myself a bit coming back. This year has been weird. Seriously, and also terribly, weird. My sister passed away this year, out of the clear blue, and that started a landslide in my life. I had so many plans and ambitions and dreams and goals for this year. Having my sister die was so not ...
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a happy home is a haven to all
Last year around this time, we were walking through houses, entertaining the possibility of selling our first fixer-upper and buying a home that better suited our family's next chapter (#suburbia). I was the one that had a particularly hard time with this, because I had become very emotionally invested in our first home. I turned my heart to prayer, because I was feeling so conflicted in what the right decision was for our family. When we walked through this house, I thought of our furniture. I had an odd idea of how many of my family members I could sleep in this house, if need be. I thought of holidays I could host, things like that. I pictured my home full of my nieces and nephews with couches made into beds, and the guest ...
It smells like fall
This morning I tiptoed down my stairs, in a quiet house. My brain finally wakes me up before my children after months (years?) of practicing. Not this morning, Harlo is already up working away on something in the school room. That's when I got the first whiff. The crisp morning air hinting at fall. I've been dreading the end of summer, but at this first hint of fall, I almost immediately feel longing. Am I ready for crisp mornings, golden light sneaking up over the mountain behind our home? The dewy earth on my morning walks? Am I ready for zipping on a sweater, and four little sweaters behind me, as we head to the park for our school days? Am I ready for weekly soup nights, cozy blankets around the breakfast table, and ...
Six Months | Life After Loss | Grieving
Days after my sister passed away, I suffered from a horrible panic attack. In those days following my sister's sudden death, I was so shaken that my body involuntarily trembled for days. I laid on my dear friend's couch - a friend who had also suffered the type of loss I was suffering. I sobbed and sobbed, asking her when I would feel better. "Six months?" she honestly offered. It sounded like a lifetime away. Surely I could not survive six months of this. Today I woke up to six months since the morning I got that earth-shattering phone call. The day feels heavy to wake up to, a reality I have been forced to carry, but each night I hope it floats away in my sleep. I think back to that day I lay trembling, tears streaking ...
homeschool Q & A’s
What does a typical school day look like? We have, and probably will continue to tweak things because we're in the early stages. At first I was trying to get going in the mornings with school, but quickly realized that would feel like schooling allllll day with the toddler interruptions. So I had the idea to work on our daily habits in the mornings, and we don't sit down to our school table until after I put Major down for a nap. So here's our natural flow so far: -Wake up (everyone can wake up slowly which is fantastic!) I try to wake up before the kids and ready my house, work, school, etc. for the day. -Walk Finn and exercise (this one is for me, but now the girls are home we do it together a lot) Breakfast, prayers, and ...
sixteen candles
Sixteen years ago, my life was changed forever forever and forever. I was thirteen, and my oldest sister Angie, delivered her first baby. The first grand-baby on our side - and since I am the youngest, the first real baby I experienced in my own family. I remember walking into the hospital room to meet my baby nephew, his mama, absolutely glowing - the most beautiful I had ever seen her - which was saying something because my sister is a beautiful girl. I was immediately moved to tears, weeping as I held my precious nephew for the first time. That magical day was just the beginning of what would be THE MOST treasured relationship of my years that far. That boy clung to his aunties as the bonus mamas they were, and I've been ...
