Saturday, March 7, 2015

a weekend alone.

How? HOW has it been so long since I visited this space?

So much has happened. In only 2 short months we will have lived in Delaware for a whole year. After TONS of hoops to jump through we bought a house (!!) about 4 months ago. Now I spend my evenings wandering my halls dreaming up what my house will look like when I find the time and money to paint and decorate more. For now I look at the boring builders white and am just happy to be in our own space and settling in for a bunch of years in one spot.

Work is amazing, I am continually overwhelmed with the love my congregation has shown me so far. We're still very obviously in the honeymoon period, but it is one million times better than internship, and for that I thank God each and every day.

And now this weekend. This weekend Luke and the kiddos are in PA for a family party, and I am here. Alone. Gloriously alone. For the first time in who knows how long. And so I just sit in the quiet. (ok, I worked most of today) but It is quiet when I'm here.
Oh! And I got a full nights sleep.

A whole night.

No interruptions.

I love my kids more than anything, but this introvert soul sometimes longs for a few days alone. And I'm soaking it in at the almost-half-way-point of lent.

Its been a crazy season, but slowing down every once in a while is so refreshing. Here's to a couple more hours of silence before my crazy chaos thankfully comes home.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

transitions and sunrises.

It feels like so many times in the past couple of years I have written in this small space of the internet about transitions in my life..and quite frankly SO many have happened!

multiple moves, welcoming babies, lay offs, new jobs, new classes, semester endings, degrees completed.

It really has been quite the whirlwind.

And now here we are. May was perhaps the most stressful month of my life, both in hard and exciting ways!

Now it is over. I have graduated, I have been called, I have been ordained.

And here I sit on a Thursday afternoon in my parents living room where we are currently residing. Blue pool water out the window beside me. Kiddos napping upstairs. And while we have a constant buzzing of finding housing in the background, there is finally room to breathe.

I have until July 1 to spend time with my family before the craziness starts back up of learning through trial by fire about how to lead a congregation.

For now, it is important to spend time with my girls. Walk the boardwalk on a Thursday morning (which we did today), go to the beach whenever we want before the crowds roll in, get to know this new landscape of our lives.

While there of course is stress of everyday life, this transition has been the most FUN of the past couple of years.

All transitions are hard, even the good ones.

So we continue to explain to the littles that we're not going to Nan and Pops for dinner. No we are not going back to our own house. No you will get your own toys and beds back some day. And then we load them in the car to see the ocean 10 minutes away and they calm down.

we all do really.

We're taking this transition slow. Knowing there is always some pain from letting things go, but also seeing such a bright and exciting future.

And so we live by the pool. Talk about our hopes for our own home. And take it all one sunrise at a time.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

On my Kindle: Where's you Go, Bernadette

I finally finished this book that was for a book group way back in February. I had high hopes for this book as so many people were singing its praises.

The author wrote for Mad about You, SNL, and arrested development. I mean, how could it not be good right?

I am not always a fan of funny books, so that may be a big factor, but I really wasn't a fan of this book.

Where'd You Go, Bernadette  is about a family who lives in Seattle. The dad works at Microsoft, the daughter (Bee) attends a private school there, and Bee's mom Bernadette used to be an award winning architect but now is just a bit crazy. The book is written mostly through collected letters, reports and correspondences. Every time I picked it up it took me a little while to get back into the style used.

Overall it was interesting in the beginning but I lost interest about halfway through and then the ending left more to be desired. I also did not find it particularly funny. I'm not sure if the author was looking for laughs, but I just struggled to get through it (especially the second half).

This book has won a lot of attention, and based on the amazon and goodreads review many liked it a lot, I was not one of those people but a book with that much attention is always worth a read!

Saturday, April 12, 2014

book group and sisters

Today I spent my morning (and into afternoon..) sitting around the living room of a dear friend sipping mimosas and talking about a book full of truth.

We have done book clubs sporadically in the past, usually when spring fever hits and we need a break from our houses full of cooped up kids. This one was a smaller group of women, but man did it fill my heart.

There was brunch, coffee, mimosas...all good components to any book group. We sat around the dining table catching up with life.

And then there we were spread in the living room. On couches, chairs, the floor. knitting, scrolling through kindle highlights, snapping pictures for instagram. And we actually talked about the book for a good amount of time!

These truth-tellers, these women who know me so well, these women who know me through all different facets of my life so far were all there to talk about life and for that I am so very thankful!

I'm starting to look ahead to the coming month and the packing, figuring out the future, and the saying goodbye of my current life is starting to weigh down. Realizing that these people who I can tell anything to, who know me so easily will be ones I see only every so often. No more easy books groups, last minute brunches sipping coffee late into the babies' naps and so for now I am soaking that up. Dreaming of finding this again some day in the future with new women I have yet to meet.

I still have a month to enjoy this, soak it in, laugh and cry with the women I know as friends and sisters.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

On My Kindle: The Paris Wife

I started this book on the plane to California last week. And I almost finished it on just the ride there.
It is a beautiful story of Paris in the 1920s and Ernest Hemingway's love and relationship with his first wife Hadley. It has all the glitz and romanticism I would expect in Paris in general but even more so in the 1920s.
I found myself totally engrossed in the writing of this book. The way author Paula McLain weaved words and made the reader feel like they were right there was amazing. I found myself falling for Hem right along with Hadley. I even found myself googling more about him, her and all of there famous writer friends throughout the week.

It is the kind of story that you hope is all true, that this historical fiction all happened just like it is written! I had a hard time getting the story out of my head when I wasn't reading the book. And I LOVE stories like that.

I didn't like the end, in all honesty, but I don't really know how you could. I was true to biography from what I can tell, and I'm glad the author left it how it was. It was a bit unsettling, but in the best kind of way.

This romantic story was engrossing, beautiful, brutal and real. I can see how it was named one of the best book of 2013, and I wish McLain would write more about Hadley and what happened later in life! For now I am left wanting to read all of these authors and wanting to go to Paris to go to the places described in the book and meet the young Hemingway and Hadley so much in love.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Just my 11 cents

Sleeping has not come easy in our house lately, mainly the middle. For example, each night for the past month we put them down between 6:30 and 7 because that seems to be the magic time for most of them.

But if the middle has napped at all that day, she usually stays up playing (or coming up and down the steps, or waking the other 2 up...) until 9:30 or 10. Often we find that she has taken the kindle from our room into her bed and proceeds to watch the little mermaid or Bubble Guppies until we come up to bed or see it on the monitor.

little sneak.

So 9:00 pm on Wednesday night.

She had a big day Wednesday going to the doc and finding out she had a double ear infection, a strange belly rash, red throat and pnuemonia. All while taking antibiotics for a sinus infection the week before. So stronger meds it was.

I figured it would be a good sleep night, but at 9:02 on Wednesday night we hear her thump thump thumping down the stairs while crying a sad cry.

Luke met her at the bottom of the steps.

*whimpering* "I'm sooorryyy.*sniff*..I swallowed the money..*whimper, sniff*..and I know we need it to buy things..*lip quiver*.."

While Luke and I tried to contain our giggles at what she just said, I gave her some water. Then as Luke took her back up to bed, I figured I should call my mom to find out what to do (a usual go to. but I also just had to share the story with someone). She suggested I put in a call with the on call Dr. just to make sure.

And here's the thing. I HATE calling the after hours number. You know that Doctor doesn't really want to talk to over protective parents. And if its not bad enough to go to the ER, can't it just wait until morning? I always feel like a crazy parent waiting for whoever is on call to pick up.

Luckily this night is was my favorite Doc at the practice, and he was very nice. And to further cement this opinion I have of him, he felt really bad breaking it to me that she should really head to the ER to get xrays and make sure the coins got all the way to the stomach, not stuck in her little esophagus. 

It was my turn for middle of the night trips (ugh. even the fact that we have turns because it happens often enough) so off we went.

When we got there Sophie charmed the nurses and doctors as usual. They didn't even seem surprised that she had done this..I guess it happens often enough.

She told me that Annabelle who was sitting on her bed jumped off, the money was near her mouth and it "popped right in an I just swallowed it down."

just popped right in, eh kid?

I texted Uncle Matt, who lives across the street from the ER, when we got there. He even came over an kept us company so it was nice to catch up.

She got xrays. The Nurse said, "Hey, I remember you" from her 3 am bit of croup last month. And all hospital personnel took to calling her the piggie bank.

We were home within 2 and half hours, which may be a record. And she fell right to sleep even after the lollypop that the pa insisted she eat at 10:45 at night without asking her mama.

For these past couple of days I have now had the lovely (and stinky..) task of poking around her poo trying to make sure that both coins come out. We are watching carefully for signs of obstruction, and that would make the whole ordeal much worse. But so far it has been just another milestone of parenting.

We found the dime. Still waiting on the penny.

And now we are officially 11 cents poorer.

Monday, March 10, 2014

Lenten Fasting.

I recently read the book Seven by Jen Hatmaker (and blogged about it Here). It challenged me in ways I haven't felt before-and just happened to be right before Lent.

So I decided to take on some of these challenges as part of my lenten disciplines, as well as set up a related project in my congregation named, "Giving up our extra so others can have enough"

I have committed to only wearing 20 items of clothing for Lent.

I have committed to taking time to reduce stress each and everyday through personal devotions, extended prayer time and exercising 6x/week.

I have committed to only spending at seven places throughout Lent in order to give away the money that I threw away at restaurants and shops on things I don't need.

Lastly, I have committed to giving away at least 1/3 of my possessions (and knowing I'm going to pack up and move in 2 months means that I hope to give away even more).

So far I have actually enjoyed not having to pick out my clothes (I closed my closet and have the items I can wear in a pile to pick from), I did have to spend outside of the seven but it was planned ahead based on needs we had and won't have to happen again.

The extended time of prayer has centered me, the devotions have made me think. The time in the gym is something that I'm starting to truly crave to calm myself and have some time out of the house.

I can't wait to see how I'm changed, how I can see God working in my life, through this time of lent.

What are you doing to be more intentional these next couple of weeks?