gently flipping through my grandma’s old cookbook, feeling a little choked up looking at the recipes, some added in, in her handwriting. I always called her whenever I had any questions about how to do something in the kitchen, and now I feel like I have her handbook at my fingertips.
what a weekend! 25 of us in the Blue Ridge mountains, connecting and being refreshed. what connects us is our “yes” to Young Living, but it’s bigger than that. God’s hand in all of it is so evident, and my heart is so grateful. we dream together, we encourage and push each other, we believe in each other, we do more than oils, it’s about life together. want to know a secret? there’s room for you here, too.
have spent the last few days in the blue ridge mountains, and definitely in love. it’s kinda magical to be here with a whole crew of ladies from all over the country, connecting and encouraging and laughing and eating. whoever thought you could find a whole community of life givers through these little squares? extra grateful today.
even though adulting feels a little extra this week (I’m looking at you tax season and broken dishwasher and ubering kids every which way), there are things I don’t want to miss: witnessing my girls at their first concert, one of my kids that has struggled all year with schoolwork bringing home a stellar stack of graded work that he put his all into, hearing that same kid singing praise songs before school today, the opportunity to go on retreat in the mountains this week with 24 amazing women, a community of friends in my neighborhood that are an encouragement always. grateful for the things, big and small, that are glimpses of His goodness. also, PSA: go listen to Let the Light In from @francescamusic for some sweet perspective and a good reminder ❤️
there’s a new ballerina in town. I promised her that as soon as she was wearing undies, she could join her bestie at ballet, and I’d say she’s pretty thrilled about it. #eloiseglenda
life lately has felt like a wrestling match. like God is working so many things out in our hearts, refining us. answering prayers to be better for our kids in ways that aren’t super comfortable, but they’re good. we went to an adoption/foster care conference a couple of weeks ago and I’m still processing. there are parts of our story that I haven’t shared in this space, because it feels like my kid’s story to share. but I have felt a nudge to to be more open here. because parenting kids from a place of trauma can be a lonely place - not many people in every day life can relate. it doesn’t have to be lonely, though. there is beauty in healing and connection. it’s good for us, and it’s really good for our kids. trauma and loss isn’t the end of the story, it’s not the last chapter. it’s an opportunity to let hope and healing, love and mercy bring something deeper and more powerful into our hearts if we let it. if we lean in, unclench our hands, and ask for His outpouring. he always answers with love.
buy the flowers. $5 worth of happy is always a good idea.
she picked out a Wonder Woman book all on her own this week and I’ve never been more proud. also on day 3 of no pull-ups, and I might be doing a happy dance. bathing suit and tights and tennies for her ballet choreography. life with her is never dull, that’s for sure.
my oldest is 12 today and I am simultaneously so proud of who he is and a little choked up over how quickly it’s all gone. last night, Nick and I were reflecting on the night he was born and how vividly we remember every bit of it. and then we realized twelve years from now, he will be 24. ugh, mamas, all those people that tell you it goes so fast - it really does. and my heart is bursting with love for this kid just as much as it was that very first night, but even more deeply, and with so much gratitude.