Here is a story that needs to be told of a thousand graces and the gift of a husband who speaks French…
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When we first started talking about a third baby, I referred to this as my “victory lap.” I knew pregnancy would be an endurance, but I am pretty confident with newborns and couldn’t wait to soak in all the best parts of our last one…
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LEGO. The magic of those little bricks. Endless possibility. Delightful tiny replicas. Adorably mis-proportioned accessories.
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I know that it’s fashionable to be annoyed at the Christmas decorations that pop up just after Halloween, but yesterday as Eloïse and I were doing some pre-Thanksgiving meal prep, I went all in. We turned on the Christmas music and danced to “Oh Holy Night” while cranberries popped gleefully on the stovetop and pie finished in the oven…
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Both of my kiddos are now full-fledged elementary students, and with both starting new schools this year, it’s taken a month or so to feel like I have a sense of normalcy in new routines. These first few years will still involve lots of play, but as I consider what growing into their education looks like, I pray that these words from Proverbs 2:1-8 would be a guiding light…
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Tonight at dinner, Eloïse prayed…
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Tonight, over pillow talk...
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New Year's Resolutions may be a bit passé, but I do enjoy taking a moment at the turn of a year to reflect back on where I've come from and think about plans for what's next. Many friends walked with us on the rocky road to home ownership in 2017, which was in fact one of our goals for the year. As we skidded into the finish line in early December, our excitement with God's provision did not come without a heavy dose of exhaustion...
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Eloise's Christmas pajamas announce gleefully, "Joy to the World!" and I hum the rest of the song to myself...
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We spent the majority of November this year packing boxes. Our clothes, the kids' toys, the kitchen, those oddities we shoe-horned into the top of the closet and forgot were there—it all went into a box to prepare for us to move into our first house...
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Reposted from Cornerstone West LA. Work on Monday was not laughter. Then there was the drive home. 20 minutes stretched into a full hour because, well, this is LA. I grumbled, I grimaced, I let the day’s anxiety Riverdance upon my chest. Against my better judgement, I snuck a peek at my 2 year old in the back seat. She had a shoebox on top of her head and announced, “What am I doing?”
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