Thursday, December 19, 2013


One daughter.
One son (hopefully arriving next month!)
Two bar exams.
Four moving trucks.
Four years of marriage.

1,461 days of life together.

And I'm so thankful.

Not only am I married to my best friend, but also to a very amazing man.

I married the kind of man who puts in full days at the office, then comes home and makes the girlie at my house giggle with delight while I finish putting supper on the table.

The kind of man who still reaches over to hold my hand as we drive in the car.

The kind of man who isn't afraid to ask the tough questions.

The kind of man who sees a car pulled over on the side of the road with a flat tire and stops to check and see if they need a helping hand, tire jack, or tools, even though we've just headed out on a family get-a-way.

The kind of man who takes thirty seconds to send me a text -- that can leave me smiling for hours.

The kind of man who faithfully prays for his children.

The kind of man who takes such good care of my heart that when he wraps his arms around me, I'm home.

"Blessed be the Lord, 
Who DAILY loads us with benefits."
Psalms 68:19

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

DIY wrapping paper

Christmas is coming!

Pull out the brown craft paper and ribbon...

and an ink pad, if you have one. {grin} 
I also happen to have a 'dot' stamp, 
but I've heard the eraser of a pencil works well, too.

Stamp a few randomly uniform dots...

and add a silver ribbon to complete the packaging!

Simple crafting at its best. {smile}

Thursday, December 05, 2013

{real life snapshot}

A few breakfast dishes linger in the kitchen sink. The first batch of laundry is humming away in the basement. My hair is pulled back in a fuzzy bed-head pony tail. A few books and toys litter the living room floor. Christmas decorations are strewn across the kitchen table, waiting to find a home and the list of things that need tackled this morning seems to stretch out in front of me.

Yet in the midst of all the work surrounding me, I find myself singing "Jingle Bells" at the top of my lungs with a girlie in my kitchen as she delightedly shakes a handful of jingle bells that were discovered in the Christmas box. Her excited face says it all as she asks "again? again?" each time the song is over.

In the midst of enjoying the moment I couldn't help but think that down the road, Arianna won't remember the dishes in the sink or my long to-do list for the morning. Chances are likely that she won't remember this sweet moment in the kitchen together, either. 

What I do hope she remembers is that I love her oh, so dearly. I hope she remembers that she took priority over projects. That being busy doesn't diminish the fun we can have in the midst of it all. And that a day is never to full to take a moment to enjoy simple pleasures and the delight of being together.