Getaway…

“Now there is a good family car.” Brian mused as an old, 6 passenger convertible breezed by us.

The five of us were sitting outside licking peanut butter oreo ice cream cones as fast as we could, but it was a losing battle as I wiped drips off Bella’s arms.

“I had a old friend who had one of those, or rather his family did.” I mentioned casually. “It was a blast to ride around in.”

I could see the wheels turning in Asher’s mind as he spooned yummy deliciousness into his mouth. He was the only sensible one of the family, getting his ice cream in a cup rather than a cone.

Baking with Bella (Ballerina)

One of my passions is food.

I love reading cookbooks and trying new recipes. I love shopping for said recipes and teaching my children the art of procuring good foods. I love setting a nice table and creating warmth in my dining room. I love fashioning my monthly meal plan and figuring out how to stretch leftovers to make scrumptious suppers.

I love anything to do with food really. Even organizing my refrigerator and pantry fill me with peace.

I guess when you study health and nutrition in college it stays in your blood.

And so it Begins…

This morning I woke to the world awakening–our neighbor’s rooster crowing, birds chirping, horses whinnying, sunlight streaming, and a soft breeze blowing over our bed–and I sighed in contentment. I tiptoed through the house and peeked in on each of my children watching their chests rise and fall in sleeping breaths, and I found my heart growing larger with love yet again. It happens a lot. This heart growing.

Sunday Selections: “Describing the Indescribable”

A friend recently sent me a link to an article called Describing the Indescribable. (The poem is a link within a link, so be sure to read the article, then download the poem.)

It’s a wonderful piece written by Dr. David P. Murray, and it describes the darkness of depression and the way it immobilizes you, but it describes the joy that comes with freedom from depression, too. Being a melancholy, I’ve always had a pessimistic and sadder bent to my life, feeling everything deeply. But I had never experienced a darkness so profound as I did recently when I underwent test upon test upon test exacerbating fear upon fear upon fear. Going off my life-giving thyroid medication (a necessary part of the testing) impacts emotional centers, and the depression that came over me made even breathing difficult at times.

A Taste of Heaven

One of the hardest things for Bri and me during the last three years has been our inability to be part of community. Chemo and radiation, recoveries from multiple surgeries, side effects of medications, and fatigue from the barrage my body has undergone kept us isolated for months at a time. Every time I would begin to get strength and recover, we’d start back again to church, picnics, off-roading trips with friends… and then something else would hit us and I’d be sidelined. I struggled with guilt, watching Brian sacrifice his life, his hobbies, his interests, his activities to care for the children and me.