Tag: Nablopomo

Love anyway

My baby will be 5 years old in 3 months. Yet tonight, after bath time (a lovely time we only seem to truly slow down and share when on vacation… where there are bathtubs with jets!), I wrapped her in a plush white towel, cradled her, put her on the bed, lotioned her, and dressed her… like a baby.

See, another mama lost her baby tonight, and this always makes my heart grieve. And when there’s nothing I can do but pray, I can also simply hold my babies tighter.

It is lovely being away with my family, at Christmastime. We have had a few truly magical moments, but I can’t bring myself to share them tonight, not when I know another family out there is in the throws of grief I can’t and don’t want to comprehend. I know God gives and takes away, in many forms. I know today was a very good day for us, and we’ve had some not so good days, and we don’t know what our next days will bring. I also know that for all of us, the looming clouds that might rain on our happiness, our dreams, and precious family pictures must not keep us from creating, chasing, loving, and cherishing. We must do it anyway.

it is an age old question: does regret trump hope? Does present sorrow or disappointment supersede past happiness? I will vote no every, single time. I will give it my all anyway. And tonight, I pray for baby Henry’s family, that all they’ve given will be returned again and again.

all our wishes

WHY does that song make me cry whenever I hear it?

It’s JUST fireworks.

It’s simply a SHOW.

And it’s some random child singing, not one of my own!

We’re all just children,
Reaching for our dreams.
They’re shining high above us,

We dream. We wish. We pray. Sometimes we are starry eyed. Sometimes we are Disney-fied, believing in a happy ending and some Pixie dust in spite of what happens around us.

And even though it seems so far (so far)
We put our faith and hope on a shooting star.

I watch my kids watching this “magical” show being put on. I think of what we invested nearly 4 years ago to ensure we could use this amazing place as a touchstone, a getaway, a tradition for our family. And even though it all somehow started with an animated mouse, for me, it means more:

We are raising our kids to be dreamers... not helpless dreamers, but dreamers who will do and try. Dreamers who will fail sometimes. Dreamers who will pick themselves up and dream again. They will be stronger and happier and more at peace because of it… and they will experience life – not just watch it unfold.

And all our wishes will come true.

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.