On the rare occasion that I consume coffee, it’s never earlier than 8:45 p.m. Of course this then sparks my intrigue for everything random and slumber does not arrive until well after 3:00 a.m. Four loads of laundry are folded, the t-shirt quilt I started 10 years ago is finished, the chaos of the laundry … Continue reading It’s Even Better
There’s no telling how many hours I spent standing over the little Rugg’ Egg’ Ranch incubator that took up a large portion of the wall-side end of my bar that normally holds all of the school worksheets and drawings that J refuses to let me throw away. Twenty days of looking at eggs before one … Continue reading Unintentionally Murdered Chicken
Me: “WE DID IT!!” Kyle: “What did we do?” Me: “Guess!” Kyle: “Made it through summer?” Me: Yesss!!! I know some of you who read this blog are not from Oklahoma, but it’s hot. It’s miserably hot. One day this summer, I got into my vehicle and the car told me it was120 degrees. Every … Continue reading He did it!
If you were wondering what my favorite day of the week is…it’s Thursday. There’s anticipation. There’s slowness. There’s rest. Someday fairly soon there will be a fire in my fire place, an oversized flannel shirt on my mom bod, and some cheesy predictable love story book in my hands. But this won’t be just on … Continue reading Thursdays
I’m not even going to pretend that my youngest child hasn’t been treated differently than his three older siblings. The thing with babies of the family is that they don’t have another small human stealing their mother’s attention. Unlike the others, he was the only one that shared any stint of time being the only … Continue reading Walk Brave
There was drizzly rain falling from the sky as I rode my bike home. It was the first day in awhile that felt like maybe fall was trying to break through the Oklahoma summer. The sun had just set and I could see a dark blob on my front porch. As I came closer I … Continue reading Sanctuary
Sometimes we are running strong. Sometimes we are barely making it. Sometimes we want to give up. Sometimes we are just ready to be finished with the race. Regardless, Jesus is still Jesus and I’m glad I can rest in that. When you feel isolated and worn out, remember those who are running this race with you. Those who have run before you. Those who are cheering you on like the pink-shirted, ponytail lady under the oak tree. Continue reading Under the Oak Tree
There’s this ideal that motherhood is beautiful and full of cupcakes and rainbows and unicorns prancing through a daisy patch and if you read those motherhood books, you will know what to expect; but having over a decade of experience in motherhood, I’ve learned that there is no way to prepare for this role and that cupcakes end up smashed in the floor. Continue reading I love you, but I don’t want to see your castle.
35. The year my oldest daughter started baking me my favorite unfrosted angel food birthday cake. The year I spent half the morning riding around Hinton on my new birthday bike and the other half watching one of the most train-wreckish-but can’t-look-away type shows (Married At First Sight – you are the worst show ever). … Continue reading 35
There’s something about rain and a porch and an empty screen that brings me a little extra joy..even when I don’t have anything specific to say. The past two months have been defined by change and I have not sat down to write since June 19th…which is quite weird for me. You’re welcome for the … Continue reading Immeasurably More
