Sweet summertime. 🎣
A friend sent me this photo this morning. Herm and Brooklyn were on their weekly date —at Amity, our local coffee shop. Herm works for a while; Brooklyn tags along. I wish you could see the way her eyes sparkle with delight on those date-mornings. She wakes early every time, eager to get dressed (frills + ruffles) and style her hair (“Mom, could you do two braids that go up top? Wouldn’t that be so cute?”). The boys always gripe and complain that they don’t get to go along too, but they’ll each have their turn going with Herm somewhere else later in the week. To my kids, every day is Father’s Day. Photo: @paulinagarcesintheflx
To the best man around—Happy Father’s Day!
Went on an actual eat-at-a-restaurant date for the first time in months; it was just as fun as I remembered. 🤓
Have you ever bought something BECAUSE you read a one-star review? That’s exactly why I bought this book. I’ve followed @restorationhouse on Instagram for quite some time, but recently came across her book on Amazon. I’m an avid book reader, and by that I mean library book reader. For the most part I don’t buy books, unless they’re ones I loved and know I’ll read again and again. But libraries are closed, and have been for months, and I’ve been longing for inspiration for my home — hence the Amazon browsing. Now back to that one-star review. The person said this book wasn’t at all what she expected. It had less to do with interior design and more to do with the author’s relationship with God. It was more about faith than throw pillows. *Immediately adds book to cart.* My goal for my home is that it’s not only a place of beauty, but also of rest and restoration. I want it to be a life-giving place where my family can find refuge. I want it to be a place where all who enter feel connection. Throw pillows and pleasing aesthetics do make an impact, but ultimately the ambiance of a restful and welcoming place, I believe, has to do with the Spirit of Christ residing in the midst. “Just like yourself, your home was never meant to be perfect. The Great Perfecter is the only One who can come in and make your house feel like home, perfecting it all in His timing.” I’m only halfway through this faith-memoir/design book, but it was the inspiration my soul was longing for. Now I’m curious, what makes a house feel like home to you?
I read somewhere that the things you did for fun as a child, are likely things you’ll excel in as an adult. If you haven’t found your dream job yet, think back to what it was that brought you joy when you were six or eight. Is there an aspect of that, that could translate into a career? She’s not six or eight, but if Brooklyn continues on the path she is currently on, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if she leads a team of people in the fashion or design industry. Why? Because her favorite thing ever is to critique my outfits or try to rearrange my furniture. Is something I put together ugly? She’ll let me know. Is it gorgeous? Again, she’ll let me know. This morning she decided what I had to wear because she wanted it to match what she chose to wear. “You can’t forget earrings!” She happily chirped, excited that for once I didn’t decline her advice.
I don’t want to forget the creative ways my kids said ‘l love you, Mom’. Bouquets of wildflowers, the ‘most beautiful rocks’ gathered from the driveway, ink squiggles on post-it notes, eager offers of cleaning help (even though it doesn’t really feel like help), blowing kisses and cheesy grins. I also don’t want to forget this note, scratched into stone, a heart etched on the side. It’s the floor-plan of our home. On the left you see beds, toward the center a rug and couch, on the right is our dining room table and chairs. I love it!
If I were Irish, I’d be dancing a jig today because we made it through our first year of school, and we still love each other, and gosh — it really does feel like a miracle! This school year has been one of the hardest years of my life, and Carson’s too. At one point I was completely frustrated and at a loss. How do you teach someone who has no interest in learning? Homeschooling wasn’t in our plans, and I know we both had to work through grief when we weren’t really given much choice. “I don’t know how to teach you Carson.” I told him about half way through the year, “If you aren’t willing to learn, it’s going to be miserable for both of us. Why are you acting like this?” He started crying after that question, and said, “Mom, I just wanted to go to Skylar’s school.” Suddenly I was crying too. I was so frustrated with things happening in our state, but I didn’t really allow him much room for his own frustration. We sat together, both aching for what we wished would have been. School got a little better after that. Not because it was easier, but maybe because we both began giving the other a little more grace. It’s been hard, yes, but this year has also been rewarding. This child of mine is reading! What an amazing thing to witness this process. My husband congratulated me for finishing this year, and said, “Only 18 more years to go!” Way to damper the celebration. I’m going to focus on today instead of looking that far ahead. We made it! And we love each other still. And that’s reason to be joyful!
One of the many reasons you should have a diverse group of friends: They have skills and talents you don’t have. Brooklyn had a gorgeous cake this year, all thanks to our friend @eg.weaver. 🎉