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consider me blessed.
What could be better than a twisty-turny Sunday afternoon drive to see a stunning view? What more could I ask for than spoken words of love and affection delivered directly to my ears? What else could I desire besides beautiful handmade treasures crafted by sweet, small hands?
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speaking of . . .
Meet Finn. Still one of the funniest kids I know. Lately she has taken to spouting a phrase she has picked up somewhere. “Speaking of . . . “ She will start sentences with this phrase. Just toss it in there mid-conversation, before anything she feels she needs to announce. Sometimes it doesn’t really make any sense. Such as –…
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good.
If life has taught me anything, it is this . . . Good days are not a guarantee. Therefore I make it a priority to recognize one when I see it. To hold it in my hands and tell myself, “This is a good one. Slow down. And be.” I took a long shower. Kevin fixed breakfast for the kids.…
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follow.
I had not even been in the car for ten minutes. The kids and I were traveling a back road with our destination being one of Riley’s soccer games. The directions to the game were already typed into the phone. The phone was resting within arm’s reach on my knee. I noticed, however, that my friends Greg and Leanne were…
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What King Solomon Sees
Sometimes I use King Solomon more as a camera than a phone. It’s so much tinier and more portable than my regular camera and its multiple lenses. And sometimes King Solomon sees so much more than I ever have opportunity to share on this blog. So I decided to change that. By stealing an idea from my friend Tyler. Who…
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Don’t Leave The Path.
Can I just tell you a little story about poop? (I mean, it’s not as if I have never done that before – right?) Last Friday our home school Suburban headed to Pisgah Forest in North Carolina for a Stream Investigations Class. The class was great. The water was cold. I dressed the kids in matching tie-dyed Look Up Lodge…
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and the winner is . . .
Last week I posted this cute photo taken by Emma. And you guys came up with cutlines. There were some pretty funny ones. (You can see them all listed on the post. Plus a few more were added on my facebook page.) It didn’t seem fair to let Kevin win and Raegan’s dad made a threatening comment or two toward…
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strawberry memories
Not a single spring has passed for the last fifteen years that has not found me creating strawberry jam just like I saw my mother make. Always in the same too-large bowl in which my mother used to make her strawberry jam. And this year, as well as the past three years, I cannot help but be reminded of my…
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words to the wise.
My boy Bergen, the one who just turned six, says some beautiful words. But earlier this week, while on a family nature hike, Bergen Hawkeye uttered a genuine nugget of wisdom. Words I would encourage all of our other children to follow closely. While attempting to climb high along a stack of rocks upon which he should not have been…
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Book Review: Bird by Bird
It has been over a month or two since I have finished any book my hands have touched, not counting novels the children and I are reading for school. So it is with great enthusiasm that I announce, I have finally completed Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life. This was a book that everyone in…
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cheers.
I met Beth through church. I forget how exactly. But I think it’s pretty possible that I started reading her blog before I actually met her face to face. Because that happens sometimes. Even when you live in the same town. And attend the same church. What I like about Beth in real life is what I like about Beth…
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to next week. may it be fuller. and may I be as well.
This week I have fallen asleep on the sofa twice. That seldom happens to me. I prefer my bed. And I’ve overslept basically every morning this entire week. Except Tuesday. (But we had friends over, so my motivation was a bit stronger.) We’ve done our school work. Mostly. But I haven’t folded a single bit of laundry. I have been…
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Name This Photo. Win a Silly Prize.
Growing up, my parents used to always receive this farming magazine in the mail called Farm & Ranch Living. My brothers and I loved the pictures of other farms and of kids who kind of looked like us – wearing overalls and plowing fields and lifting hay bales and feeding calves. And there was this one well-known photograph that seemed…
