Category: thanksgiving

day 12: random things

I am grateful for…

…being self-published, so if I don’t have much to say, I just don’t
….friends who understand and friends who don’t
…Sonic limeades
…my puppy, even when he is smelly

…my daughter-in-law (that sounds so weird)/my friend’s perfect-sounding new job
…that this brrrrcold front will only be here for one day
…living next door to the cutest little 6 month old boy in the world
The Blacklist
…our awesome comfortable couch that was purchased from consignment at the exact price we sold our old couches for
the sound of my daughters reading
…that I knew more than 5 people at tonight’s PTA meeting

plan disney
…that it looks like next year will include more travel than this one. I’ve become quite the homebody, but sometimes I miss going.
Thor: The Dark World. It was quite entertaining.
…fun conversations about movies and TV
…thoughtful conversations about much deeper things
…my husband‘s adorableness when he’s watching Kentucky basketball, doing the dishes, troubleshooting a work problem, or brushing our girls’ hair
the beach is still there, even if I haven’t seen it in 2 weeks

silly pictures of happy moments

I’m thankful my family indulges my photo-taking. I love to capture those moments.

One of their favorite things to do is to take a regular picture:


followed by a silly picture:


And so…


… it goes…



We are spending the night in Jacksonville on our way to Lake Buena Vista, FL for a little getaway, but I am still basking in what a wonderful weekend we had. As we drove away today, after church and lunch with the fam and friends, I remarked to Rod how tired I am, and he just laughed. It really was “my kind” of weekend….cooking, cleaning, hostessing, being surrounded by people in our home. I love that. It happens so less frequently since we moved, and that has made me appreciate those times even more. I didn’t even notice I was going and going and going until I sat in the car… And. Promptly slept the first 2 hours of our drive.

Twenty games of Freecell and a stop at Chipotle later, it is time for this girl to settle in for a big old nap. Tomorrow will be a full day at the happiest place on earth!


We broke all the molds this Thanksgiving weekend. There was no shopping and the decorating is not done. We worked as much as we were off and hardly had any turkey leftover :) But we had a  B L A S T  with friends, even topping off with a junk-food-and-games extravaganza at our house tonight.

And then we packed. ‘Cause we are leaving tomorrow for a little getaway. Some planning ahead and a few little financial blessings are allowing us to return to our most magical place…

the best part

An ode to the turkey sandwich

Ten years ago, I hosted my first Thanksgiving dinner.

It was, for various reasons, anxiety-inducing. Overwhelming. And ultimately, very memorable.

For various reasons, mainly random surgeries, I didn’t host again until last year. And then I hosted yesterday.

And I accept that our new holiday traditions will be quirky things, like “Cheese Night Christmas Eve,” or really having no traditions at all.

I planned a basic menu and let friends fill in the rest. I assigned some general-tasks. I chilled my li’l self out. I missed my family in Illinois, but we did FaceTime… twice. I was surrounded by adults going through the mountain of sales ads, comparing random things on iPads, talking about everything from replacement ink cartridges to favorite holiday memories. For several hours, I could look out the kitchen window and see 5 happy kids and one ecstatic puppy playing in the backyard. And for the whole day, we had a 6-year-old birthday princess flitting about, smiling, demanding attention, and making a little magic.

It was a good day.

While the food is always special on these days, it was the 8pm-ish turkey sandwich that was my favorite. It was simple and fresh and light on my stomach, and as I sat to write tonight, the application of that was so clear: Sometimes, when we take what is leftover, what looks like scraps, we can fashion something that doesn’t seem like any big deal into something very complete and satisfying.

For us, that is what the past year or so has looked like. Plans change? Dreams evaporate? Things don’t look how we thought? Take what is left. Build something better.

The process might be messy… it might leave crumbs on the counter or more dishes in the sink, so to speak… but the outcome just might be surprisingly worth it.

Six years of…

… smiles first thing in the morning.
… enjoying the lovely way Miranda Rose flows.

… being her mama.
… watching her dance.
… hearing her laugh.
… wiping her tears.
… cooking her macaroni.
… fetching her chocolate
… laundering her dresses
… trying to catch up with her as she grows.
… receiving her amazing love.

On your sixth birthday, sweet baby girl, I give thanks for you more than ever. God could have grown our family in so many ways… He blew us away with you. Today as our country gives thanks for all we have, you are the cherry on top for your Daddy and me.