It's summer. And I have to admit that this summer has been our busiest to date. Between soccer, running club, swimming, birthday parties and adventuring, we've managed to be on the go almost every second of every day. For real. We've done some straight up sweat-yourself-to-death landscaping, major closet clean outs- equaling six black trash … Continue reading Here’s to Mumus With Pockets, Grocery Store Feet, and Cinder Blocks
It's funny...how I stumbled upon this. My mammaw sent me this. She was skilled at finding four-leaf clovers. I used to tease her about having a "secret patch" of them in her back yard when I was growing up. She found hundreds. It was abnormal. The woman could be mowing (in her shorts and stretchy … Continue reading The Lucky One
It's that week. That week that always sends me into a domestic tailspin, that week that reminds me of things I should "bring up in the next team meeting we have", that week that keeps it real for me...and I know for many of my teacher friends. Bus. Duty. Week. It's inevitable. Bus duty week … Continue reading Bus. Duty.
Messy bun, glasses, and scrubs. I walked up on your porch wearing the most undesirable version of myself. The most unexpecting version of myself, with the most apprehensive of strides. I walked up to the front door of your apartment and into the rest of my life. Stark blue eyes. Blue like the sky in … Continue reading The Bluest Eyes I’ve Ever Seen
So, I posted this picture on social media yesterday. I didn't really have an intent other than the fact that I just wanted to share the picture. Finding it was easy. It's saved in my phone. Posting it was easy. Captioning it was easy. Then, I stared at it. As if at any moment the … Continue reading I Loved Them First
Built by my pappaw, my daddy, and my uncle John in the late 70's, early 80's (I'm sure others helped...but these are the three closest to me). On the steps there and in the grout between the logs are carvings: family members' names and dates, handprints, and a quote. Oh, and if those walls could … Continue reading Peace is Quiet. Quiet is Peace.
first drafted October, 2015 It changes. Perspective. And when it does, it's powerful. Sometimes our perspectives change because we seek out an alternative view. Other times the change just happens. The power of a shift in viewpoint typically isn't seen in the moment it happens. Most of the time our understanding of a shift in viewpoint … Continue reading Perspective