Date Archives → June 2013

soak.

Last night was one of pregnancy sleep. You know — the kind where you don’t really sleep? I couldn’t get comfortable, a baby was bouncing on my organs non-stop, and then my heart started squeezing over so many things that overwhelm. Not very restful.

This morning, I wake to skies that are endless cloud and the sound of steady rain. I wrap my afghan, prepare my coffee, and sit.

It’s a day for soaking. For letting Living Water penetrate my heart and mind. For just receiving this truth:

God loves.

Me.

My soul is already perking up. Rain is such a good, good thing.

getting ready for baby

It’s starting to get pretty real:

— the growing belly
— the slower walk
— the acrobatics that begin every time I lay down
— the sudden days of exhaustion
— the always-in-the-back-of-my-mind awareness of a baby.

I’ll enjoy a bit more time of just thinking about a new baby before I dive into earnest birth preparations. For now, getting ready looks like:

— starting to feel like maybe it’s time to actually think about names. (I keep waiting for one to just be spelled out in the clouds or something.)
— talking more about a new baby with Beatrice. She sort of gets it, I guess: she will gently rub my belly and whisper, “shhh” in her most soothing ‘baby’ voice.
— walking as close to every day as possible, stretching, and doing simple toning exercises.
— laying down without apology.

Any favorite baby name sites to recommend?

wildflowers

I love wildflowers.

We don’t have many in our fields, but if I take a walk down our country road on a June morning, there are plenty to bring home.

So many colors. Shapes. Textures. Sizes. Even the grass is worth picking and putting into a vase.

And no one planted these. They’re not there by anyone’s design. The only reason they exist is because God loves wildflowers, too. And that amazes me.

There’s a lot to be learned about the character and nature of God in this little jar of flowers, if you think about it. I think that’s why I love them so much. Something about each perfect shade, each lovely petal brings me incredible comfort and peace.

Oh, how He loves us so.

june 21st: summer

On this, the longest day of the year, we did a few summery things.

First, I didn’t take a shower. Ha! Okay, not exactly news-worthy. The busy and fun day got away from me. Try again tomorrow!

We got our first vegetables from our CSA. It always, always feels like Christmas morning. (Also, Krista dropped off goat cheese. So yes, I’ll be eating veggies and goat cheese ALL WEEK. Yum!)


(To be clear, the radishes are from the CSA, not the bananas. Just in case you thought we’d moved to the equator.)

Ryan said “Sure!” when the kids asked about a picnic dinner, so we packed one up and drove to the St. Lawrence River to enjoy a long evening. The boys were so excited about this being the longest day of the year, though Jameson kept telling William it was Daylight Savings Day, and I couldn’t quite get that straightened out. Oh well.

The moon is almost full tonight, and it was getting brighter as we drove home at dusk — at 9pm. That always amazes me. (Although it’s sort of cheating because of — you guessed it — Daylight Savings.)