Salads lately – that’s ALL I want (exception burgers.always burgers). I thought, considering the season maybe I’ll share a few of my concoctions or at least the ones I’m satisfied with. Maybe you’ll share yours?
This here:
Mixed greens / walnuts / blueberries / goat cheese + olive oil / lemon juice / fresh salt / honey dressing
*last evenings river shots came w/ a little more clarity on the future of this(blog) space (share soon).
I wish it were easier to put these emotions to a pen. What’s whirling in my heart and mind and whole being is too much to pin down for now. Every once in awhile we get a good shaking. Something to stir up the muck that we forgot was even resting at the bottom. Something to remind us there’s a lot more cleaning to be done. These times make me ever more grateful for the little rocks in my life that keep me grounded to my beautiful reality. Without that I can’t imagine where I’d be.
A newly organized bookshelf / work that I love / that precious face I’ve been waking up to (please don’t grow up) / frequent runs with that pup I adore / first fruits of my garden labor / stickygram for sending me my pictures on magnets / another year(7/20) and friends who spoil me endlessly / the sunsets over the river at the end of each day that bring me back around every damn time.
So grateful.
Last stop my families farm before HOME. So good to be with family / quality time in mums garden + kitchen / hugs from my favorite dog (Denver) / Teaching tristan the ways of a rope swing at the neighbors pond.
So full and happy to be home. Settled.
From MI we took the ferry across the lake to WI and continued on to Duluth MN to commence our first half of the trip. Tristan and I were honored to stand up with my brother and new sister in law as they said their vows. Beautiful day and so nostalgic to see many faces I haven’t seen in years.
Congrats again Andy and Bethany!
xxoo
This is Northern MI where my family spends a week every year on the beach of Lake Michigan. Many of my best childhood memories are now becoming the boys’. Love.
*perfectly timed road trip. heart is so full. more coming.
This week I’ve constantly been reminding myself as well as being reminded of the blessings in my life, all those beautiful things I don’t ever deserve.
It’s easy to get caught up in what I don’t have. Things both missing and taken. But I don’t have to look far before I’m humbled again by these precious gifts.
From a bag full of sour cherries to mum driving 5 hours one way just to help me catch up on my overwhelming work load (w/ the biggest rhubarb ever). To the silly littles that bounce off the walls nearly 24/7.
Much time is being spent sitting at the river these days in reflection and gratitude. Each day that goes by I’m more aware of the gift of gratefulness.
The world looks a little more beautiful today.
Unexpected quiet morning without the littles. Still learning how to be with myself in solitude.
Listening to The Nationals new album over and over (especially I need my girl)
Challenging myself to read again consistently. Forcing myself to bed before 11 and getting up earlier. Progress.
Happy to have the Chemex as part of my morning routine.
Eating up my upstairs space bc I’m going to miss it someday (maybe soon).
“The gift of losing everything is getting to start over without any baggage” -me on life + loss (posted on my Tumblr yesterday) learning the power of grieving and letting go quickly.
Making berry rhubarb crisps and loving the seasons food/diet change. From heavy hearty to light + fruity. Thank you summer!
It’s here and certainly in full swing. So far we’ve…
-bought an airstream trailer (31′ 77 international traveler)
-T got a haircut
-swimming/splash parks/water balloons/ etc
-spent nearly everyday with friends we love sharing food and life
-got my first tattoo
-first waterfront wednesday of the year
-waited for each sun to set and cast it’s unique and glorious glow
-steady diet of smoothies and homemade popsicles
My head is spinning as a realize it’s not going to slow down. Ready for all the change and adventures summer has to offer. Through the struggles and all I’m so grateful for this quiet life with my boys.
I don’t claim to know much on the subject other than I love it. The care of little ones is second nature to me. It’s the hardest job I can imagine but also the most rewarding.
I debated a lot on whether or not to share the story of why this day is significant for me. Ultimately I’ve determined through the kind words I’ve received over the last two years and especially today that it’s comforting to know so many people are living with the same pain in one way or another. Although our stories are all very different I hope some will find comfort in what I’ve been through and the journey I’m on. So this is for all the mommas who know the pain of something missing.
Two years and a week ago today I went to a small clinic in Homer AK after learning of my (ex)husbands extramarital affair(s). Expecting a much different visit only a short time into my appointment the therapist came back to the office to announce I was 4 weeks pregnant. I’ve never in my life experienced the tear of emotion I felt in that moment. I had wanted desperately to be pregnant again but due to timing with our trip to Alaska I thought it would be best to wait. Needless to say it was the best and most difficult surprise. I knew without a doubt it was a girl from that very first moment I touched my belly. It felt so totally different than the predictable symptoms I had with both boys. Just days before while gathering supplies we needed at a local thrift store I spotted these tiny salt water sandals. Almost embarrassed I snuck them to the cash register then quickly to my purse once they were purchased. I had been caring them around since. Two days later I packed our summer belongings and was headed to the airport for the long journey home with the boys who were just one and three years old. Four airports, and twenty-one hours later I was swooped up by friends. I spent the whole next day in the ER and was sent home without knowing for sure. Three days later exactly one week from the news it was confirmed. My levels were too low to be carrying life.
Life continues in the pain as we navigate our way through the process of grieving. Constantly reminding ourselves of our blessings not to minimize the loss but to put in perspective everything we’ve been given.
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