Beautifulness










We kicked off a lovely Memorial Day weekend with delicious food, s'more-making, staying outside all afternoon, and being with some of our favorite people. 

I'm feeling grateful. The summer is approaching and I'm able to slow down a little and notice the small things more often than during the busy year. The smallest things to the biggest: the baby birds being born in the birdhouse on the garage to having friends that are more like family in my eyes.

Then, there is family. We've been able to get everyone together in one place for both sides of the family recently (Sean and mine). It's been a bit of a treasure––three generations––seeing all our babes running around together.

My kids: growing and beautiful and kind little people. My hands are working hard at the pottery wheel and (as my sister recently reminded me), I'm determined to mold them into brave, smart, warm, loving souls––by example, by nurture, by education.

I'm a little sentimental with all this sunshine and cool breeze. I've had dirt under my nails and armfuls of freckles to remind me of new seasons and how newness can restart as often as each morning, each minute.

Happy Memorial Day, friends.
Happy weekend.
Make it what you want it.

The Sunshine State











We recently spent a week taking in some Floridian fresh air. I really wanted to bask in the time away from life's busyness, so I kept my camera safety nestled away at the resort and took in the fun type of busyness. It felt good to not have my hands full(er) and going without the one-eyed squint that comes with taking photos (you know the one).

I think Everyn had the time of his life swimming all day and enjoying the sites. Elspeth experienced her first Disney trip––even if halfway through a day at Magic Kingdom, we had a chocolate-covered (darn those delicious Mickey Mouse ice cream bars), sweaty, pants-less, pretty-pieved toddler who lost it each time she saw someone else's giant balloon (we learned that, yes, they are collapsable and worthy of a plane trip home and a refill later!) She won't remember the bus ride back to the resort––which resulted in the loss of a white shirt of mine––but I will have a great story to tell in years to come. Let's leave it at that!

Despite a beautiful time, there was so much to do that we all seemed pretty happy to be home––even Everyn. Although, Elspeth will be saying, "plane, boat, bus" in her sleep for at least a month to come.

It was a great "hurrah!" to welcome almost-summer. We're practically there, friends.

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If you're going to be in Orlando anytime soon, here are my favorites there:

*'Ohana's for dinner. If this is how they eat in Hawaii, I'm on my way. Pineapple coconut bread, freshly grilled everything, bread pudding with banana caramel sauce. I don't even know . . .

*Magic Kingdom. Happy kids, happy parents. Go to parks as soon as they open. Less crowds and cooler weather makes this chocolate-covered mama pretty content.

*If you stay at a resort (we were at Wilderness Lodge), there are boat rides all day to and from different destinations. It's glorious and made going all around so enjoyable. All the boat rides, forever.

*Universal Studios. Going just to see The Wizarding World of Harry Potter is so worth it. Butterbeer and the fact that it looks just like the movies is pretty magical stuff. And, that's just the beginning.

A reason to celebrate









We had a wonderful kickoff to Easter weekend. We spent the afternoon with good friends, feasting, egg hunting and coloring, and following around a two-year-old who's nose is running faster than her legs. 

It's a bit chilly for April, but the clouds cleared and there was plenty of sugar-inducing and laughing to keep our minds on the fact that we've got it pretty darn good . . .


As of late




Some major cabin fever.
A change in the weather, favoring some warmer days.
Loud music playing through the house––Adele's Pandora. Yes, please.
Late dinners and late nights (ohhh, time change).
Reading the Harry Potter series once again. This time, aloud to Everyn.
Spring cleaning, even with snow on the ground. I still vote that we should bump the holidays a month or two, so that the weather will fit like when we were young.
Long, crisp-sheets naps.
The last of boot-wearing weather.
Long walks.

Happy Ides of March, dears.

Snow day


















It started snowing last night and continued through the morning. We woke up to a world of white a snow day. We covered in layers and trudged out bravely. Somehow, it's a treasure every time: snow-covered bushes, landscapes of gray, green, and white, and figuring out if the snow is wet and heavy or light and powdery.

In for the abhorred peeling off of the layers, we treated ourselves to hot chocolate and soup. Brother's back out already. Sister's napping... Daddy is working from home, next to me, rapping, "Man, it feels good to be a blogger" in the tune of Geto Boys' song. Humph.

Happy [snow] day, friends!