There is no more lovely, friendly & charming relationship, communion or company
than a good marriage.
-Martin Luther

Thanks for being my best company.
Happy anniversary, Doug.



While doing some spring cleaning the other day, I stumbled across this poem I wrote for the ole dog.
And since she's never featured on the blog anymore, I figured, why not, for old times' sake?
And while I readily admit she drives me crazy & I often pretend to hate her more than I do...
we'll keep her.
(FOR NOW, if you're reading this, Zooey!)


"Man's best friend" - 
clearly they've never
smelled her rear end.
She's aptly named -
at times I tend
to think she's insane.
Obsessed with food -
if you've got it,
her eyes are glued.
Always eager to walk -
all the squirrels
and birds to stalk.
The leash she hates -
pulls at every step
dreading slow gait.
Hyper all the time -
but still... so cute.
Glad she's mine.

Spring 2010


if we had coffee

Once upon a time I did a post like this.
I had debated doing another "Recently I'm..." post,
but decided my thoughts were better suited to a chat over a warm drink.

SO. If we had coffee...
... I'd be drinking my new typical morning creation.
Salted caramel hot chocolate with a shot of instant espresso.

... I'd be wearing the basic, stereotypical mom uniform:
oversized shirt + yoga pants + sloppy ponytail.
Maybe some eyeliner and mascara, if I'm feeling super fancy.

... I'd start the conversation with some trivial tidbits.
Like, how I shouldn't be drinking this "mocha" because my baby weight is going nowhere fast.
Or how I'm excited because we are getting a piano!
And I'd probably ask your opinion about how to rearrange the family room.

... I'd probably have to interrupt our conversation to nurse Willa.
Which would inevitably lead to annoying mom stories about her.
Like how she's growing like a weed. And how she's rolling over.
And eating some solids. And did I mention how fast she's growing?
I might get teary at this point.

... And I'd tell more annoying mom stories about Bo.
About how proud I am of how well he's doing in preschool and how good it is for him.
And I'd go on and on about all the funny things he says.
Like, "Mommy, I will take you to Bisney World someday."
Or, "When Willa is bigger, I will teach her to go to the zoo."

... And I'd probably also share about how I struggle as a wife & mom.
And feel like most days I get it so wrong.
About how overwhelmed I've felt by my emotions the past few months.
How, when I'm nursing Willa, sometimes I'll cry for my son who never had that opportunity.
Or how, when I'm watching Bo play, I'll think about the hard conversations ahead of us.
How sometimes I feel panicky thinking about my children as teenagers.
Wanting to protect them and their precious hearts.
And I'd probably be teary at this point as well.
Because even with all my worries and struggles,
I am loving every moment of this life God has blessed me with.

... I'd go on to say how grateful I am for His grace.
And how I feel like He's led me so gently during this season.
And then I'd get teary again, wanting to extend that same patience to my family.
And I'd explain how thankful I am to have a Savior I can trust through everything.

... And of course, I'd still have to yell at my dog for barking.
Because she still barks at everything.
I'd probably pretend to hate her in front of you,
but when no one is watching, I slip her treats and pet her head and talk silly to her.

... I'd ask you questions about your life.
They'd probably be on the verge of too intrusive,
but I'd give you the option of just telling me to shut up and mind my own business.
You wouldn't, and you'd answer my nosy questions anyway.

... Then I'd realize it's almost time for me to go pick up Bo from school.
So we'd hug and say we need to do this more often,
even though we both know, like these blog posts, it will be awhile.
But it's okay, because this is the season of life we are in,
and we know that a lack of frequent, carefree coffee dates doesn't diminish our friendship,
but makes those times all the more cherished.

Til next time...


birthday extravaganza

Subtitled: Husband of the Year

At the beginning of the month, Doug asked what my expectations were for my 30th birthday.
I said I just wanted to celebrate with people I love.
Well, he took that and ran and ran and RAN with it.

On my birthday, Doug told me that my gifts had a theme - 
he had looked at my "Life List" and decided to help me accomplish some of them.
That evening, he handed me this:
He explained that we'd be having a family dinner at Taste of Ethiopia, complete with coffee ceremony.
Then he told me that he'd talked to the owner, Mez, and arranged for her to teach me how to make injera.
This was such a special family evening. Bo had his first sip of coffee... and seemed to love it.
Mez was awesome. Such a sweet woman.
Here we are, practicing with the griddle before adding the injera batter.
Meanwhile, Willa was also making friends in the kitchen.
 Ta-da! My first injera! (Note the hole - I didn't spread the batter quickly enough!)
Mez & me with my finished injera.
Such an awesome experience - can't wait to try it again!

On Thursday, Doug had asked Victoria & Jeremy to watch our kids, 
and we had our first date night since Willa was born.
I met Doug at his office and he gave me this:
We went to Wegmans and took their sushi class. It was so fun!
I would definitely love to take more of their classes in the future.

Friday night, Doug had also told me to keep my calendar clear.
He just told me we were going out to dinner, and we got in the car and drove... to my friend Sarah's house!
Doug told me that only Willa & I were staying - he and Bo had other plans.
I walked in the house, and there were a bunch of my girlfriends!
They were all there for Life List #9 - can homemade salsa.
It was such a fun night laughing and cooking and eating tacos & amazing cheesecake.

On Saturday, Victoria, Willa & I headed to IKEA, where we burned the place down.

Finally, Sunday morning, Doug presented me with a card for my final birthday surprise:
We're going to Maine this summer! 

I am so overwhelmed by the past week.
I feel so blessed and so loved and so spoiled by my husband and my friends.
I'm lucky to have such loving people in my life.
Thank you all for making this such a special birthday.
I love you all!



I've passed the point of no return: 30.
In the words of my role model, Jay-z (minus that whole stabbing incident, I guess):
"Thirty's the new twenty, [friend] - I'm so hot still."

I was inspired by my friend Christy to reflect back on highlights from the past decade,
as I bid a fond farewell to my 20's.

End of sophomore year of college/beginning of junior.
Dated Doug long distance while he lived in NYC.

Got engaged!
Studied abroad at Oxford. Visited Italy, France & Ireland.

Completed my student teaching.
 Graduated from college.
Married Doug!
 Taught in Detroit.

Started teaching at PCA.

Got Zooey
Went to Jamaica. Went to Ethiopia and Kenya.

Bought our first house.
Went back to Jamaica and Ethiopia and Kenya.

Became Bo's mom!
Went to Costa RicaQuit teaching. Started a job that allows me to work from home.

Moved to New York

Became Willa's mom!

And now, 30.
Three decades.
Life is sweet.