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Advent is Here!

It’s been pretty quiet around here these last few weeks with our big over-ocean move, setting up a home from scratch (down to the measuring cups), and preparing for our brand new babe any day now. Before I knew it, our first babe turned two (yesterday), and we’re already the second day into Advent! I...

from the ‘gram :: vol. 9

Jordan woke up feverish from his Thanksgiving nap yesterday. I laid in bed last night, snuggling in the dark as his fever crept closer to 103 and he slept on my chest with our almost-fully-cooked second babe moving around within and I thought about that night six years ago. The one when my arms were...

Trading Palms for Pines, Part Three: A Healing Conversation

It’s impossible to articulate the kind of mind-wrestling that has taken place these last six weeks. The constant back-and-forth and checking in and “do we? Don’t we?” questioning and pros and cons lists. When it came down to it, we had two choices: we could believe God to make a way where there was no...

Trading Palms for Pines, Part Two: The Midnight Musings

Last night was restless. Our babe was in bed with us by 10, restlessly whimpering every ten minutes from an unknown sleep-interrupter. My legs were pregnancy-restless. And my mind was moving-restless. Or maybe it was analytical-restless, taking all these mixed emotions and turning them upside down and sideways, trying to find a way to compartmentalize...

Advent is Here!

It’s been pretty quiet around here these last few weeks with our big over-ocean move, setting up a home from scratch (down to the measuring cups), and preparing for our brand new babe any day now. Before I knew it, our first babe turned two (yesterday), and we’re already the second day into Advent! I...

from the ‘gram :: vol. 9

Jordan woke up feverish from his Thanksgiving nap yesterday. I laid in bed last night, snuggling in the dark as his fever crept closer to 103 and he slept on my chest with our almost-fully-cooked second babe moving around within and I thought about that night six years ago. The one when my arms were...

Trading Palms for Pines, Part Three: A Healing Conversation

It’s impossible to articulate the kind of mind-wrestling that has taken place these last six weeks. The constant back-and-forth and checking in and “do we? Don’t we?” questioning and pros and cons lists. When it came down to it, we had two choices: we could believe God to make a way where there was no...

Trading Palms for Pines, Part Two: The Midnight Musings

Last night was restless. Our babe was in bed with us by 10, restlessly whimpering every ten minutes from an unknown sleep-interrupter. My legs were pregnancy-restless. And my mind was moving-restless. Or maybe it was analytical-restless, taking all these mixed emotions and turning them upside down and sideways, trying to find a way to compartmentalize...