Gratitude

Dirty toes and sticky fingers

These past couple of weeks have felt different. I have found myself waking up with an excitement that I haven't had in a while. An excitement that whispered "I get to wake up Bubby this morning. I get to read with him this morning. I get to snuggle with Sissy this morning. I get to feed her."

See it's the get to that's changed me. It's not a have to. It's a get to.

Taking photos these...

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Gratitude, Motherhood

That one time I left the house with diapers in my back pocket

If I got on my phone right now and scrolled through Facebook or Instagram, I would surely see a handful of posts about motherhood. They would be posts that talk about it being “wine-oclock” already or wearing leggings everyday. Or maybe there would be a funny post about how chasing a toddler is like preparing for a marathon. Those are great and I am definitely on board for not taking...

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Gratitude, Me and My List Problem...

What I’ve Learned from Spring 2017

This spring was full of a lot of new for me. A newborn. A new season of writing. A new understanding of myself.

Here are ten things I've learned this spring. The list is in no particular order. Let's just say it's an ongoing list... :) I got the idea from Emily P. Freeman as she and other writers are writing about what they've learned this spring.

I like being reflective and sometimes...

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Gratitude

Can taking pictures with my phone bring gratitude?

I seriously tend to cringe when I hear about "themed" days for bloggers. I think part of it is because I always struggled finding one I liked and could stick with. And honestly, I'm not even sure "Thankful Thursdays" is a thing but it's going to be my thing.

I got the idea from Ann Voskamp actually. In her book One Thousand Gifts, she talks about how taking everyday, mundane, nothing new...

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Bubby, Gratitude, Motherhood

Saying Goodbye to Being a Parent of One

I never thought I would be sad to welcome our second child.

I used to think I would have only one child. Scratch that. I used to think we’d never have any children. I used to think I’d be a teacher forever and that was good enough. And here I am a mom of a toddler boy with our second, a girl, due in a few weeks.

And I can’t imagine life any other way.

 

Seriously, I...

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Gratitude, Struggling Faith

Keep My Eyes to Serve, My Hands to Learn

Keep the earth below my feet

For all my sweat, my blood runs weak
Let me learn from where I have been
Keep my eyes to serve and my hands to learn
Keep my eyes to serve and my hands to learn”
                -Mumford and Sons “Below My Feet”

Rolling over in bed, my eyes squinting open, I can see it’s still dark out. I inhale my husband’s soapy, snuggly morning...

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Gratitude

People Are Awesome….So Why Do We Focus on the Bad?

I wrote a post not too long ago that many of you enjoyed because you were reminded of good people that you see frequently who work in the fast food industry. (If you missed People Are Awesome #tacobell, check it out!)

With the chaos that continues to go on in our world today, I am reminded of people who are awesome in our world. What? How could I be reminded if all we see is the evil in the...

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Gratitude

People Are Awesome #tacobell

This guy had been with Taco Bell for about two years. He worked on the line making the food, moved to the window and eventually became a shift manager. His small frame, tattoos, and what I would guess piercings, made him the stereotypical "punk." Except he was about thirty years old and I don't know about you, but as an 8th grade teacher, I have a hard time calling a grown man "punk." I tend...

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Bubby, Gratitude, Motherhood

Mommy’s Little Hero

I’m huffing and puffing, walking up the stairs, trying to carry this squirmy little dude on my hip while balancing a basket of laundry on the other. Asher is laughing and giggling while trying to see how hard he can kick his legs around before mommy drops the basket. Socks are toppling over the edge of heaping clothes, oozing out the sides of my basket. Oozing because Mike’s socks stink...

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