Heartbeats only happen one at a time, one at a time You can't rush a moment so don't even try, don't even try There's a symphony you're missing If you only listen you'll find... Big magic in the mundane The big picture in a small frame Everything is sacred when you take time to notice Big love happens in the small moments Big love happens in the small moments There's no use in chasing nickels and dimes, nickels and dimes Riches all around you, open your eyes, open your eyes You can't buy the piece you're after so don't even try 'Cause you'll find... Big magic in the mundane The big picture in a small frame Everything is sacred when you take time to notice Big love happens in the small moments Big love happens in the small moments You can't do it all, so just do what you can You can't do it all, so just do what you can Feel the sun on your face (Feel the sun on your face) Bare feet on the ground (Feet on the ground) I know you'll see beautiful things if you look around, yeah Just look around And you'll find Big magic in the mundane The big picture in a small frame Everything is sacred when you take time to notice the... Big magic in the mundane The big picture in a small frame Everything is sacred when you take time to notice Big love happens in the small moments Big love happens in the small moments
We went to the Dominican for a work trip with Herm’s business, and upon arrival realized we were back at the same place where we honeymooned over seven years ago! Walking across that courtyard together, reminiscing the past seven years, I realized how naive we were back then, and how much we’ve grown because of each other. I also realized something else: the books we read on marriage during engagement and that first year together, are books I wouldn’t recommend for people wanting to build a strong foundation. Read between the lines here, but you need him just as much as he needs you. Song of Solomon is in the Bible for a reason. Are we clear? Any marriage book that attempts to downplay that is outdated. That’s all for now. 💃
We started this new decade with a day spent in our pajamas, listening to a podcast (check out Paws + Tales for kids!) and doing a whole lot of nothing. For the first time since Thanksgiving I think I finally felt at ease — without a million and one things on my mind and to-do list. After every December I welcome winter and the slow pace it brings. Ask me in March if I’m still enjoying the slow rhythm and you might get a different answer.
Joy comes to us in the ordinary moments. We risk missing out when we get too busy chasing down the extraordinary. -Brene Brown #topnine2019
From our little family to yours, Merry Christmas!
My sister, @katelyn.esh, is an artist. If you’ve been following for a while, you likely remember some of the sketches she did of Carson when he was 2 or 3. This year she illustrated a children’s book about the Christmas story, and it’s become a favorite read for my kids. If you want something fun to read to your babies this Christmas season, now you have it. You can get it on Amazon or through the link in her profile. 🎁
I think every year our hunt for the perfect Christmas tree becomes a little less picturesque and a whole lot more fun.
S I X Y E A R S O L D this week! Has the biggest smile. The easiest laugh. And is still as full of mischief and compassion and ingenuity and whit as he ever was. Also, if he were to introduce himself to you right now, he’d probably turn his head a little to the left instead of looking straight on as he says hi, just so you’d catch a glimpse of the lightening bolt @downsouthyankee cuts into his hair every time he goes for another hair cut. It makes him feel 16, I think. Photos by @lyndsiphotography
I’ve always dreamed of running with my kids. When I was pregnant with Carson I ran multiple times per week, until I reached the 30 week mark; beyond 30 weeks I walked daily until he was born. A month or two after his birth and we were out again, race-training. He logged mile upon mile with me. Running has taken the backseat of my life. I’ve made other things priority, but I’m eager to get back into it. I guess I figured because of our history, he’d be as excited about the Turkey Trot as I was. On our first (and only) training run last Sunday, we were thirty yards in when Carson said, “Let’s stop. I think I’m going to wait until next spring.” Somehow, and I don’t know how, he was convinced to join me this morning. He ran more than 30 yards before asking to stop — and though we walked for a bit, him still murmuring about next spring — we finished. He told me he’s not doing it again next year; I’m not giving up hope. Happy Thanksgiving!