an easy saturday

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Today we got outside after everyone took naps and enjoyed some fresh air. Our lives are kind of all over the place right now, but it a really good way. We have lots of exciting things unfolding that I will share a little later on, and we are feeling really good about the season we are coming into. So on this little Saturday we got out and decided to stop thinking and planning for a bit and enjoy little moments like these.

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5.22.17

1995 you guys. A year full of ER, Seinfeld, Friends, and of course Brad Pitt. What a Year to be alive amiright? In 1995 I was 5 years old and to be honest was quite oblivious to the culture that was going on around me at the time. I was a 5 year old little girl growing up in the midwest with a mind full of imagination and wonder, and could care less about when the heck Ross and Rachel would get back together. (?!)

Isn’t childhood such an amazing thing? There are so many things you can vividly remember. Sometimes you can even taste, feel, and smell memories that meant something to you as even a 5 year old and remember them for the rest of your life.

My childhood was really special and I just vividly remember enjoying it. I remember always being outside. I remember always feeling safe and cared for.  Now looking back I see what a tremendous blessing that is. I remember wanting to be like my big brothers, family dinners, having a pure imagination, and I can remember what it was like to look at the world with wonder. I played with all the kids on my street and we would walk down to the “Candy Lady’s” house everyday and she would give us suckers and we would talk about our days. I remember dreaming, creating, baking, playing dress up, putting on shows for parents, and just living in the very day that I was in and not having to worry about what was ahead. I have no memory of my parents ever being on cell phones or staring at screens or iPads. I remember everyone just being present, and now with where life is now, I cherish how truly truly beautiful that time was.

As I was thinking about all of this the other day, I thought about my sweet Luca G and how he will look back on his childhood 25 years from now.

Honestly I get a little emotional and while I know I will never be perfect, I know I can do better. I want to be present. I want to be here with him and I want him to have the memories that I have of my childhood of feeling safe and cared for and seen and known. I want him to explore and to run and to create and dream and love and everything else in between. I want him to breathe, and listen to silence and not feel awkward or threatened by it. I want him to hear and feel the sensations of the outdoors and beauty and not feel like he needs to take a picture of everything to fully embrace it. I want him to learn and mess up and get sticky and make messes and color on walls and be everything that childhood should be.

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While this day in age can make these things more difficult and rare, I really, really want to try to start doing these things myself because we know our children do what they see. I am by no means going to be able to all of a sudden make a complete life change and never be on my phone ever again or something crazy. But I really want to be intentional in doing the little things day by day to make a childhood for Luca that I know he will love.

I feel like the magic of childhood in all of its wonder and curiosity should in reality be something that maybe never was supposed to diminish. Maybe we are supposed to see things with that perspective in this world until the moment we pass on to the next one. I sure know that is what I would want for Luca, and I’m sure that is what my parents and God had intended for me.

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So here is to opening up our eyes, listening to all the sounds, and even hearing in the silence. To remembering the beauty of the sky and clouds and looking for the wonder in all the little things that are throughout our day to days. Here’s to remembering everything is magical, fart noises are silly, people’s laughs are contagious, and imaginations are creativity waiting to be unleashed. That life is to be fun and an adventure and that we would remember we are always known and cared for by The One who created it all in the first place. I think we need it. I know I do. And I think our kids will be really happy we did.

 

 

4.21.16

I love thinking about back when everyone didn’t use the internet to find and store recipes. (Don’t get me wrong I still do this constantly. Can I get an amen for Pinterest?) However I love looking through the countless books my mom has full of recipes from everywhere under the sun. I love seeing all the ones my grandma had given to her and others in our family that bring back so many memories of growing up and eating the deliciousness that these recipes produce. I’ve made copies of lots that she had kept that I want to be sure to keep as well; not only to be able to make them here at home, but also be able to keep them in a big book full of recipes that I also find that I can keep passing down to our family. Some of my favorites that my grandma would always make, and still does whenever we are in Iowa: chocolate roll, rhubarb crisp (my rhubarb is already sprouting in the yard!), and her peanut butter bars. So. Good.

So my mama gave me this recipe book and I’m slowly trying to get things in there that I find, and also putting in the old ones that I love. Here’s to old traditions and new ones to come!