Bethany
the holidays, part two
Mark’s never been much of a dancer. He attributes it to a “lack of rhythm,” that thing that allows most people to clap and sing at the same time. And in spite of his enormous
{this moment}: an evening game of chess
{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember.
our holidays, part 1
Mark’s dad and step-mom gifted us with a week at a lakeside condo in East Texas with an indoor waterpark. Winter coats? Check. Warm clothing and PJs? Check. Christmas presents? Check. Swimsuits, goggles, and purple lips?
loving: hard & free
Toss it up to my naiveté or young idealism that this never dawned on me before having children, but let me just say, parenting is HARD. (Yes, I can hear your laughter mocking me.) When I
out of the dark (lest I divert or change my mind)
Ahem. Testing. Testing. Is this thing on? Cheers to 2012 and to life! This life that pulls and fills and exhausts, only to leave me bloated with unspoken words at the end of the day. And
happy 35th birthday, love.
It really is a wonderful life. And we all wanted to make sure you remembered, so this is how we celebrated you this year on your 35th. You also received many written words of life
broken silence
That’s right folks: I’m back. I can hardly believe SIX MONTHS have past since I’ve last posted. Older, wiser parents regularly state, “it all goes by so fast.” I nod at them out of habit,
happy first birthday olive.
Calling you delightful, Olive, seems like a drastic understatement or cliche (sadly, words limit us at times to describe the full measure of a person), but you are indeed delightful. You are quiet, except when
happy 5th birthday burke.
You are a force, Burke. Not the force, but a force nonetheless. Whether throwing your body to tackle someone or wrapping your legs and arms around another for a large hug, you play and love hard.