there always seems to be one more craft idea, one more dance party move, and one more crusty package of fruit snacks we can pull out of our asses.
my mother came across the idea of chalk blessing your home for the feast of the epiphany. basically the blessing is a way to invite god into your home on the daily.
to my hunny on your second birthday,
two. oh my. my boy, my heart, my world. you are two. how can this be? on one hand i can hardly believe two whole years have passed since we met. on the other it seems like an entire lifetime ago when it was just me and baba and snoop dogg.
today was the longest of my marathon training runs. this week and in particular this run have been glaring up at me from my training calendar for the last six months.
i ran sixteen of the slowest miles any human being has ever traveled on friday. by the time i crossed the threshold into my house i was utterly defeated. my pace is no where near where it once was.
this morning… while eating handfuls of banana chips and playing with his little people toys… my almost two year old stopped dead in his tracks. he looked up… smiled, waved, and said “hi!”
more often than not, the things i take for granted today are the things i prayed most hard for. the things i was never sure i would have.
to celebrate our thirtieth birthdays and kick off the next decade of our lives, my mister and i traveled to the holy land on an epic pilgrimage. one of the most powerful moments of our trip came as we waded into the cool water of the jordan river. there in the same waters where john baptized jesus, we were baptized.
every night since we discovered we were pregnant, my mister and i took a single photograph in the same spot of our house. we put together this fun time lapse video to capture both the experience of our pregnancy as well as my changing body. we hope you enjoy watching my baby bump grow!
But once a month, every month, for the last eight months, my heart has broken. Every negative pregnancy test has shattered me and each time a well-intentioned person asks, “and when are you going to have a baby?” my heart blisters as I respond, “soon I hope.”