Monday, August 29, 2016


What a gift this week has been. Undeserved and full of graces.

 I love that my kids will have in their memory of childhood crab digging after dark, bobbing in the ocean for hours, eating more ice cream than we should, catching minnows and splashing in the pool with their cousins and grandparents. Trying to temper the sadness of driving away with gratitude for the time. 

Saturday, August 27, 2016


Asher and Eden were born a day apart, in the same hospital. Since we were on the far side for their 1st birthdays, it feels particularly special that they celebrated their 1/2 birthday together at the beach. 

Cousin love is so, so sweet especially when all boys join all girls. My boys may or may not have grown significantly in their knowledge of mermaids this week. 

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Sand & Sea

We made it! And I can hardly believe we get a full week of this view in the morning. 

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Mississippi Magic

We drove through Mississippi on our way to the beach. The boys think the entire state is a forest. Judging by the pines along the interstate, it makes sense. 

We saw a few familiar faces and introduced the boys to a passel of kids that became fast friends. David's college crew held a Narnian dinner, complete with Mrs. Beaver's marmalade sticky buns. We spent the night with my Mississippi "sister," bedtime was books in a fort with a camping lantern.  Mississippi will just always feel like the friendliest state to me. It's like a family reunion at every doorstep. 

And before we drove off, we had to take them for a ramble on the Mississippi College Quad. Some places just get more beautiful with age. 

And now, we are beach bound for some sunshine and sand!

Monday, August 22, 2016

the plan

We turned that big stack of paperwork in at the consulate on Thursday and sighed a big sigh of relief. Four months of document gathering, notarizing and translating finally in one pile, on the right desk. If everything goes as planned, we should have visas within the next few weeks. Once we get that phone call, it is likely we will be on a plane to our new life within 48 hours. Does anyone else think the Lord might be working in this season of my life to break some of my super-planner tendencies? Trust and obey. Little words, big truths. 

In the meantime, I visited the Houston IKEA in preparation for my house set up in Spain. Love at first sight. Efficient, detailed Sweds at their best. It made me want to go work for them. We even ate Swedish meatballs for dinner in the cafe after shopping. I wanted to hug the workers. 

Then we visited the NASA museum again. And Jude asked if he could call his   classmates from India to plan their mission to Mars when they grow up.   Apparently, it had an impact. 

We got back at midnight and I finally did something I've always been tempted to do while traveling. I begged for assistance to get me and sleeping kids to baggage. They are almost to big to carry these days!

For now, the plan is to wait. Adventure is on the horizon. 

Sunday, August 21, 2016

the lack

I'm going to blame my slacker blogging on two factors.

1. Blogger never updated their app, I had to change phones, and now I can't figure out how to post. I know, I know…if I had Google Chrome.  But the truth is, I don't want Google Chrome.  I just want that old app.  Why do techies seem to assume that the rest of us actually like obliterating progress?

2. This guy.

He's a maniac.  I don't even know what to write.  Apparently, the kid does not like change.  He's been a wreck since we touched down in America.  Since we'll be sleeping in three different places this week, I don't feel much hope that he'll even out any time soon.  When you think of Asher and those big blue baby eyes this week, would you pray for a peaceful, joyful spirit in him? All this moving is tough stuff for a little guy.

I do hope that soon all we'll be talking about is blue water and sandy beaches though.  This is Florida week.  I couldn't be more ready to sink my toes into the sand!

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

hello, houston

We left Grammar & Pop's at 4:20 am. Tomorrow morning is the big visa interview.  Depending on how that goes, our little American adventure could come to a close sooner rather than later.

In the meantime, we went to see the NASA Space Center in Houston.

We touched a real moon rock.

We also watched a science "show," during which the scientist ate a graham cracker that had just been frozen in liquid nitrogen.  She proceeded to blow "smoke" out of her nose and mouth like a dragon. I understand that it's pretty amazing to be able to look inside a rocket, see an actual space suit, touch a moon rock, etc...but that liquid nitrogen trick was seriously one of the craziest things I've seen in a while.

Hope your day was out of this world! (I just can't stop myself sometimes.) 

Thursday, August 11, 2016


Newks salad and friends who've known me 20+ years. That's a good night.

I always miss Jess so much more with them. The circle feels closer because of her though, even in the absence. 

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

This is the day

The reality of our move is hitting me hard this week.  With a plane ride, the life it took almost five years to build, was swept away. My house is gone. My furniture sold. The majority of my belongings are In suitcases and boxes. The friends who've daily watched my children grow, are on the far side.  The school year starts without us. Out church will meet to worship, but we will not be there to sing alongside them. 

Silas burst into tears as we walked into the international terminal, out of official territory. He was sure we wouldn't have any money now to buy a juice since we only have rupees, not dollars. He was born in a country to which we, most likely, will never return. 

I will not pretend that this has been easy. This has been an exhausting season.  I am tired. There are joys before us, but "losing your life" no matter where you build it -- is difficult. 

For me, in this season, part of the joy is acknowledging how much God gave to us. In a land I never thought I would like--much less miss. The joys of this season passing surprised me. It meant more because they were so beautifully unanticipated. 

And now we are in Memphis for a month before we begin again. It feels like such a pure gift -- not "needed" but lavishly given in a way we could never have done for ourselves.  Home cooked meals at Grammar's, pool dates with cousins, time to rest and recover, babysitters for date nights, and a trip to the beach with family.   

There are seasons when you look at the weeks before you, and before you even begin, you're tempted to lament that it will soon be over. I'm reigning that tendency in this August. I want to look each day in the face and receive it without lament, only with gratitude. This is the gift. This moment right now with my babies jet lagging at their grandmother's house. 

Life is too fast and short to be spent always wishing for more. 

This is the day that The Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it. 

Monday, August 8, 2016

Jet Lag

We're alive over here.  The fog on my brain is just beginning to lift.  I woke up with a list of things to get done - a sure sign that recovery is near.  

In the meantime, David is taking the kids to Wal-mart at the 4am wake up call and stopping by Howard's Donuts on the way home.  

Asher's had better weeks. (I might not be the most sympathetic mom in the midst of my own sleep deprivation.) We finally went to the doctor today. He has an ear infection and the start of bronchitis.  The medicine should kick in soon. Thankfully, Grammar's here to love on him too! 

The boys are living the dream over here - endless toys, goldfish crackers, Paw Patrol episodes whenever they ask Pop for the remote.  They're enjoying life in grandparent land for a while:) The parents are too.  Extra hands are good. I haven't cooked a meal yet!

In a nutshell, we are glad to be home for a few weeks!