A while back I was invited to my first-ever ornament exchange Christmas lunch with this group of gorgeous ladies. They thought it was funny that I’d never been to one and that I had no clue what I was supposed to do. But the story goes, that I’ve always kept very strict boundaries around my work days and kept any socializing strictly for the evening. I have, of course, known that it restricts me from deeper relationships with some friends and apparently, some really fun get-togethers. But that’s been part of the price I’ve been willing to pay. This year, in an effort to say yes to more things that bring me life, I RSVP’d to this little shindig, knowing that it was the week of GNO. (the shortest & fastest week of my month) But somehow I missed the big picture that I would be out-of-town 10 of the …
After I arrived in Orlando for the wedding of my niece Rebecca, my sisters and I were walking through a parking lot downtown. The sun was shining and a beautiful breeze was blowing through our hair. Right at that moment, we saw the reflection of our little crew in the glass on the side of a building. We were all walking, almost in sync, in line, side-by-side. It was like a seen from a funny movie, just before some ridiculous heist attempt. We laughed out loud saying, “Look out! Here comes The MOB Crew!”
And thus, The MOB Crew was born.
My sister was the Mother Of the Bride and we were her crew. Throughout the wedding weekend, we had her back. Whatever she needed, whenever she needed it, we got it done. We got it done with a whole lot of laughter and a little MOB pizzazz (*waves jazz hands*). At …
Last week was a complete whirlwind. In fact, I wish I had a picture of myself from Saturday evening to share with you today. I was literally laying on the kitchen floor, while hanging out with the family before dinner. I wasn’t being dramatic, that’s truly not my gig. I was just laying there because my whole body was aching, but I still wanted to be present with the fam. They thought it was strange, of course.
But to me, laughable as it was, it was the only way through.
Even in the middle of the craziest weeks though, there are moments to remember. There are moments worth soaking in and relishing. Moments worth holding on to. Moments worth intentionally filing with a sparkly tab that says, “Remember me!”
They make the rest of it worth it.
They are the reason we struggle. They are often only discovered as a result of the struggle. …
Before the homecoming game on Friday night, families were meeting all over town at fun restaurants, happening patios, and up at the Railyard, to tailgate before the game. I had mixed feelings about all of it. I was waffling back and forth. The party side of me wanted to be part of the fun scene with the loud music and all the energy before the game. The tired-Friday-night-mama side of me was exhausted from the week and wanted to lay low with close friends. After much deliberation on group text, we ended up at a neighborhood pavilion with pizza, on couches, while the kids played in the empty field nearby.
Laying low with friends for the win!
I’m sure we missed a fabulous time at all the tailgate parties. But we found refuge and rest in the easy conversation gathered around pizza with mis-matched paper plates watching the spectacular sunset. We caught …
I can hardly believe it’s October. It’s already the time of year we begin planning gatherings, large and small, near and far. Before we know it, we’ll be gathering in our circles, engaging in every kind of conversation under the sun. We’ll awkwardly small talk with co-worker’s families. We’ll remember how Grandma always burnt the rolls with laughter. We’ll ring in the new year with joyful anticipation.
It’s easy to get busy with all the excitement and planning of this season.
There are parties to throw, menus to plan, tables to decorate, gifts to buy and cards to send. It’s the most wonderful time of the year, and yet somehow, it can easily rush by without much thought or intention going into the experiences we’re creating.
We’re running from one thing to the next, checking all the to-dos off our lists.
The photo shoot is Pinterest-worthy. The cards are stunning, and ordered right on …
We went for a family walk after dinner last night. Mostly because our girl Hartley needs the exercise. She looks at us with very sad eyes until we get her leash on and get her out the door.
Her desire for evening walks often turns out to be a gift to all of us in different ways.
In addition to getting our blood pumping, I’ve found that deeper conversations about life with the boys come easier while walking, than they do while sitting at the dinner table together. It’s almost as if the hustle and bustle of the evening routine inside the house disappears when we step out the front door. The demands of homework, deadlines, and practice schedules all seem to stay inside when we walk out to breathe the fresh evening air.
There’s a different kind of quietness for the soul outside if you look for it.
While the boys stopped at …