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Showing posts with label Where I Am. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Where I Am. Show all posts

Friday, April 4, 2014

Today.

Nana and Papa came on their way down South. They brought us a whole huge box of books...all mine from when I was little. They also brought huge pixie sticks for the sweeties (which soon turned into fencing instruments) and lots of little candy legos...

We talked and laughed. It was so nice to see them. With all of us being sick off and on for the last 3 months, we haven't been able to get together at all (minus the girls' princess trip we had a few weeks back).

They walked around our home and admired all the decorating projects I've been up to. We scanned the basement and talked over possible plans for finishing it. Then we gazed out over the backyard at all the rocks we've lined for flower beds. We talked about the summer plans for our yard and about how this perfect little home and this soon-to-be-perfect yard is my children's whole universe. And the hills surrounding us--though not as picturesque as wheat fields and cornfields, are perfect for long walks and exploring. And with the coming of our fence in just a few weeks, and our grass in just a few weeks after that, it will be such a perfect world for my little children.

And so I've set aside this home-on-a-farm dream that I've held so long. Maybe I'll pick it up again when the nest is empty and Patrick and I are ready for a new adventure. Or maybe not. Maybe this home will weave itself so tightly into my heart that I won't be able to let it go...not for all the cornfields in the country. Time will only tell.

But regardless of where we will live in 25 years, whether it is here, or a new home, or an existing home remodeled in the country, my home will be the perfect place to invite family and friends and new mothers and little grandchildren to come take a few days and relax. It will be a place of retreat for any who need to chat, rest, and rejuvenate. This will be my purpose then. And I'm so extremely grateful that the Lord gave me this vision last night of the next season of my life. Because it made me realize that not all of my dreams have to come true right now. When I'm 50, I'll enter another glorious stage with nearly half of my life still ahead of me. And if it is right to take my farmhouse dream off the shelf, then I will. And if not, I won't. I will know then. But either way, my purpose of offering a safe haven of love to my family will be the same.

And as for this season....it's supremely GLORIOUS! I was given a vision of that last night as well. This perfect little Sun Haven Cottage is to become--today--an MTC for my children....a Missionary Training Center and a Motherhood Training Center. And my purpose continues to be to nurture my little ones in love and righteousness...to help them discover their testimonies, teach them the truths of the gospel and practical life skills; to help them discover and refine their talents; to play with them in childlike wonder; to bring a love of music into their hearts; to bind us together through meaningful, simple family traditions; and to bring us Home together--back to the presence of our Father.

But I've rambled off on a tangent....

Back to Nana and Papa...

When it was time for them to go, we walked outside to say goodbye. But then we heard the ice cream truck's melody, and so Papa gave us $5 and we ran down the sidewalk in our bare feet to buy some ice cream. The boys have long been wanting to do this but we always seem to miss it when it comes around!





And as we walked back to our home in the warm April sunshine, I smiled to myself with all the happiness that's deep inside of me...This small-town life of mine, it's mine...and it's oh so good.

Scratch that, it's oh so perfect--perfectly perfect in every way.

And I wouldn't change a single thing.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Project-Fail = Life-Win

This lovely jumbled pile is my stash of journals (and I think I've even missing a few).  My whole life is contained in the pages of these lovely books starting from when I was just 4 years old...

On Friday we found out that ldsjournal.com is closing down and I was instantly stressed. I have many many entries that are only digital and are not found in these physical journals. Thankfully, the owner of the site is allowing our journals to be downloaded as a pdf.

But then, being the organized person that I am stressed again. Some of these journals (like maybe one or two) I transcribed to ldsjournal....but not all of them! My digital journal must be all formatted perfectly, right?

Well, so began the frenzy of frantically typing up my journals....because ldsjournal will be up and running until April 30.

I soon found myself in over my head though. What I thought would be a quick and easy project took hours on Friday and Saturday...and I made it through almost 3 journals. I had to take a reality check and realized that if I worked for hours on this project every day, I might, just might be able to finish by April 30. But did I really want to spend every waking minute at the computer typing and stressing? I have worked so hard the last few months to "de-stress" my life and become physically and emotionally happy and healthy....

By the time I was driving to the General Women's meeting on Saturday night, I knew that this was just a tricky ploy to get me off course. Most of the time we are not tempted to do great and grievous sins...sometimes, very good and noble goals and aspirations can be used to throw us off balance in life. And so when I returned home, I tucked my journals back into my dresser and closed the drawer on that dream.

I smiled and congratulated myself on this "fail," because really, it was a win.

Last year, at this very time, I didn't learn this lesson. I filled my plate much too high with noble and worthy endeavors and sacrificed my happiness and sanity in the process. But this year, I didn't make the same mistake. It was a bit hard to let go of this dream, but I know deep down that it was for the best. And if we are in tune with the Spirit enough, He will let us know when our lives are heading down the wrong path.

But nothing is wasted. And those 3 journals that I typed up were a pure delight to go back and remember the little girl I was at 4, 5, and 6---and in elementary school, middle school, and junior high. I started at the beginning and that's how much ground I covered in 3 journals. I don't think I've ever sat down to read my journals and it was enlightening to submerse myself in my childhood and see my children in so many of the things I said and did and wrote...
So for the record, I'll chalk this up to a Project-Fail, Life-Win. Someday I'll begin the process of typing up my journals again...but I won't give myself a timeline of 20 days.

And as for now, I will continue my healthy, happy, positive life and use my small, personal free time for reading my pile of half-read books, planning our 8th anniversary, and planning our summer. My season of "being" for this year is coming to an end, and with the advent of summer my season of "doing" will begin. I start with 3 photo sessions in just a few weeks and our summer will blast off from there.....not stopping until the end of August.

So may you feel peace for these last remaining weeks of Spring and savor this time to read and plan and just "be" in preparation for the whirlwind that always accompanies summer...

Monday, March 24, 2014

Much to Say.

The end of March is approaching and I must say March has crept slowly this year. But at least Spring is here and the sun is shining today.

This month has been filled with honing and refining for me. I've been refining the rhythm of the day (again)--and embraced this quirk about me. I think I used to feel guilty that I could never get the perfect schedule, but now I realize that the perfect routine changes over tie with the changing needs of my little family. And so I relish the refinement process knowing that this rhythm is good--and the next will be too.

I've been re-organizing and deep cleaning my kitchen from top to bottom. I'm about 75% done--just a few drawers left. I have been reading a book called "The Sacred Kitchen" which has totally changed my view of my sweet, special kitchen. I have long admired my Mother's ability to create such a haven in the kitchen I grew up in. She loved cooking and baking for her family and you could literally taste her excitement in the yummy food she prepared. She always told us her secret ingredient was "love." And while I've longed to have this love for cooking like she has, I've never been able to feel it. I tried, but until the last few weeks, cooking has been chore to cross off the to-do list. I think I liked it even less than vacuuming! But I've been praying for this talent and working so hard to develop it and the Lord has granted me my desire. I now see my kitchen as an oasis of peace, calm, and love. I absolutely adore cooking and baking for my family and relish the sweet time I get to spend in my kitchen every day. One day soon I'll share some of my secrets about this center of the home and post more pictures of my kitchen, but for now, here is my kitchen command center (which I love!!) Here I menu plan, keep a day planner of my family's activities, meals, snacks, and to-do's. I also have speakers hidden under the fabric in the basket so I can listen to beautiful, calming classical and church music while I cook and bake each day.


I've also been honing our family's nutrition by creating systems for healthy eating in our home. While it started out overwhelming, I knew that the transition to healthy eating would be as simple or difficult as I made it.  So we cut out all white sugar (except for the little bit of candy the littles have every day) and replaced it with honey and pure maple syrup. We've eliminated white flour and I grind my own wheat flour and make my own coconut flour and coconut milk. I roll our oatmeal and make homemade granola a few times each month. We've cut out nearly all  processed foods and focus now on eating things in a form as close to the earth as possible--fresh fruits and vegetables and whole grains ground fresh. We are by no means perfect but I can't even begin to explain the change that has come over me the last few months.

To think that General Conference is coming up so soon and will mark to the day the 6-month anniversary of my health journey. In just 6 months with the help of the Lord, I have been able to cure my gastroparesis, receive 100 times more energy through a change in diet that nourishes my body type, vaporize my little bit of lingering depression, set in place a daily power-up and power-down routine complete with exercise that is best for me, improve my skin health, grow so much closer to my Heavenly Father, trust myself more, improve my confidence, and fuse my emotional, physical, mental, and spiritual health together. This has been quite a journey and I am so grateful the Lord led me down this path. I feel amazing and ready to conquer the world every day that I wake up. I know that without His help and the Savior's grace, I would not be in the place I am today.

I have witnessed so many miracles in the last decade since that time when my family and I packed our bags for Portugal. And it's amazing for me to look back on the last 10 years and see how far I've traveled. I'm so grateful for my life. It is so good. And even though the last few years have been full of ups and downs, I know that I could never have appreciated where I am now if I hadn't gone through my challenges. Truly, we need the bitter to appreciate the sweet.
My yummy soaked, cooked garbanzo beans---finally I've found a way to prepare beans so they taste Portuguese!!!

My first batch of the yummiest popcorn you will ever eat! I call it kettle corn because that's what it tastes like--just coconut oil, pure maple syrup, and a little sea salt!

It's our Sunday evening tradition right before we watch our beloved Avonlea.

And lastly, my Blendtec. This little machine is my right-hind man! I use it several times a day and I love it for EVERYTHING--from peanut butter to soup to ice cream to grinding flour to smoothies to coconut milk and flour to ANYTHING! It was worth every single penny!




Lastly, this month I've been honing in on one of my goals for this year--that of establishing simple, yet meaningful family traditions.  So St. Patrick's Day was utterly lovely (post to follow tomorrow).

And I bid you farewell, until tomorrow of course! ;)

Friday, June 14, 2013

Chapter One: Life Musing

Sometimes I just need to write. To make sense of everything that swirls and sits and mixes and stirs within. It seems that after the thoughts become little black letters and words and paragraphs, I'm able to see how it all fits together. Writing makes order out of chaos--at least it does for me.

But so many times I sit down to write a post and find that I don't have a picture to go with it. So I abandon the post thinking that a post without pictures is like porridge without sugar--bland and unsavory. But on the other hand, chapter books don't have pictures and they're just as lovely to me. 

So for today my post diverges from a picture book into the chapter book realm. These thoughts are really written for me so don't feel bad if you skip my picture less posts. 

And with that said, so I begin. 

Once upon a time, which is really now at this epoch in my life, I began embracing simplicity. The details of how this came to be reside in my journal. 

A phrase resonates through my mind frequently: "Do less and enjoy more." Lately we've been embracing simplicity and hours of play both outside and inside. I have diverged from my comfort zone of perfectly planned schedules and routines, adopting instead, a loose and flexible day. 

Early Mornings consist of studying my scriptures and getting ready. Then when the boys awake we snuggle upstairs with a 20 minute show. Breakfast comes after and then morning chores of laundry, dishes, making beds, brushing teeth and getting dressed. Then comes the best part--play time. It happens naturally and without prompting. The littles wander to their rooms or sometimes upstairs and sometimes outside. I follow. We play together or they play on their own. The beauty is, I take my cues from them. Sometimes they want me to play, other times they are engulfed in an imaginary world of their own. And I sit by and watch or read. 

Lunchtime creeps up on us before we know it and afterwards we cuddle on our great room sofa to read our newest pile of library books. We have quiet rest time after this and I retreat to my beckoning cloud bed to read or write and ponder. And after that, once again I follow as they head for the great outdoors, the coloring supplies, or their toy box. Dinner prep time comes next and I employ my hungry comrades to help with dinner or play in the kitchen. Daddy comes home, he's greeted with hugs, and instantly I feel like a whole person again. 

After a noisy and chaotic dinner we clean up and the boys have their play time with Daddy (and Maylie too). Then we get them ready for bed and gather for scriptures. Easton reads his verse all by himself now and loves to help Tate with his. We only read a few verses a night, but I know that line upon line, teaching upon teaching, their testimonies will grow. We have family prayer for the second time of the day (the first happens before Patrick leaves for work), and then tuck them into bed with a hug, a kiss, and a song. Then Patrick and I literally crash on the couch and share the toils of the day before sharing a treat and watching a movie. 

This paradigm shift goes against my "teacher mode" that I came into motherhood with. Relinquishing my tendency to micro manage every moment of every day is not easy one bit. But the overall sense of peace I have felt as we've engaged in this schedule less way has been remarkable. This new way of thinking provides a framework for my life that can easily be adapted to fit the changing ages and needs of my children. But I was so scared that I would tire of it and go back to my old ways of letting the children watch 2 hours of movies or computer or iPod games. I feared my sanity would take a hit and I would lose the desire. So I prayed that the sparkle of letting my children just be children and play to their heart's content just like I did as a little girl would not dim. And it hasn't. There is such peace in watching them play and invent and imagine. I have no guilt wondering if I'm doing the "right activity" for them. I'm not following a curriculum. We're just doing less and enjoying more. I'm relishing the role I have as the mother of three terrific children and I feel so incredibly blessed. 

And this begins the first chapter. Of what? I don't know for sure. Maybe the first chapter of finally knowing how to mother the right way. Or how to live a peaceful, simple life. Or how to enjoy my children more than I ever have before. 

Or maybe just how to really live. 

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Memoria.

Me and Memoria...my beloved camera.

I've learned so much about her during this photography class.
I love her more each day!



Tuesday, March 5, 2013

What I've been up to...

1. Playing with, potty training, and babysitting our new puppy Pola.


Story:  After years of wanting to find a dog similar in breed to my Gus growing up (see this post), we finally made the leap and got ourselves a little 7-week-old puppy.  We drove an hour and a half to pick her out and I studied all 9 puppies for 20 minutes trying to find just the right one for us.

I chose her because of her perfect little face and deep eyes.  My dad gave us this wisdom when we went to pick out a puppy.  "Just look at his eyes," he said.  And you will know.

Well, I did.  And I'm so glad Heavenly Father answered my silent prayers to pick the right one.  She's been perfect (and a lot of work and quite a handful all at the same time:)

She rode like this (see below) nearly the whole way home, keeping Maylie giggling.  And after awhile, I brought her up front with me on my lap and then down by my feet.


She is playful and sweet, a perfect combination of spunk and sugar.  She slept in a crate in our basement for the first 2 weeks and only whined for a few minutes when we would put her inside.  But after two weeks of taking her outside every 2 hours to use the bathroom, I began to feel a bit weary (that may be an understatement) and so yesterday, my sweet Patrick went to IFA and bought her an outside chain link kennel to use until we get a yard (which may be several months away) and a fence (which may be several years away).  He put it together perfectly and only got one battle wound from the experience.  Now he and Tate are twinners with their cuts above their left eyebrows.

So, all in all, we love her and are so glad she's here!
{Most recent picture from a couple of days ago}



2. Immersing myself in photography.


Story: Now that we're settled, I have been feeling the pull to get my photography business up and running here.  For the past several years I have been slowly building my portfolio and gaining experience.  And now I'm ready to take it to the next level.

So for the last little while I have been enrolling in a photography class, studying a photography textbook, talking to a friend who shares the same photography interests as me, reading hundreds of photography articles, honing down my own unique photography style, delving into photoshop to create my personal post-processing workflow, working with a graphic designer to redesign my website, and completely revamping my whole business.  It's going to be great.  And I'm so excited.

Friday, January 25, 2013

My 17 Point Manifesto


Yesterday I read an encouraging manifesto from one of my favorite authors (Ann Voskamp).
(You can read the article here in full.)  And no one can introduce it as well as she:
"Nearing the end of January, first month of the year.
"Now things are starting to get hard, and new habits, those things that we wear, start to wear thin.
"Feeling a bit overwhelmed and not sure how to overcome.
"So we nail it to our doors -- our 25 point manifesto for sanity in 2013."

After reading through the 25 points in the declaration, I have selected the ones that leaped off the page and nestled themselves right into the part of my heart that houses my wishes.  {And because I didn't want to put everything in quotes, the words next to each number are hers; most of the descriptions are my adaptations unless wrapped in quotations.} 

Perhaps they'll inspire you as well?

1. Flame first.
Light a candle in the morning -- as a symbol of you.  For you are a "light of the world" and you must put your candlestick up so it can give "light unto all that are in the house." (See Matthew 5:5:14-15)


2. Your work is art: it needs a soundtrack.
Find the music that your heart loves to hear and play it as an accompaniment to your daily work.  And sing.  Sing loud and clear--with your family and by yourself.  Sing reverently at times and vibrantly at others.  Sing so your heart can keep on growing.

"When sailors have to move a heavy load or raise an anchor, they all sing together to keep them up and give them vim.  That's just what artists lack." ~Vincent van Gogh

And don't we all participate in our own kind of art all day long?  Whether it's raising little children, working towards professional or church goals, it's all a manifestation of the gifts that Father has given us, and music can enhance so much. Music moves me in ways that nothing else can.  It is profound.



3. Stay in the pool.
When asked about how he achieved so many victories, Michael Phelps simply replied, "You've got to stay working in the pool longer than others."

Set your mind to a task, set a timer if necessary, and then endure well.  The rewards are always so bounteous.


4. Go Slow. Life Zone.
"Life isn't an emergency. It's a gift. Life's so extraordinary it warrants going slow, held in reverential awe."

Treat life as if it were dessert--not a meal to be wolfed down so we can "survive," but a delectable dessert that we wish to last forever.  Savor every bite. You won't regret it.


5. Take your laughter vitamins.



6. No songs without a rhythm.

Our daily life needs a routine {and I much prefer the term rhythm because it makes life sound so much more musical.}  This has been something I've been fine-tuning the last few weeks and the harmony is so very pleasant.

"Your life makes music when you play a string of tasks always together."

"Create your rhythm, a harmony of habits that are prompted by a definite location or time. Turn chaos into cadence."

"As music has rhythm, recurring refrains, order, so does peaceful parenting.  One action thoughtfully follows the next action that wisely follows the next. Days of habits, fluid and lyrical, create pleasing harmony."


7. Daily Stillness Appointment
"When is your 5 minute stillness appointment everyday?  Write that midday time in stone.  No cancellations allowed.  For 5 minutes midday, be still and cease striving.  Know He is God and the day looks very different.  Slow down: You only pass by this way once."


8. If the Heaven's Declare, get out there.
"The whole of the sky and the world is speaking endlessly of His glory.  When you step outside and listen, your soul revives.  You need that.  You really need one walk outside a day."


9. Work on your Wall before Noon.
Just like Nehemiah, who built the walls around Jerusalem, lay down just 3 bricks each day before noon, working diligently on those special callings the Lord has given you.


10. Envision the End Goal.
Heavenly Father "brought [Abraham] abroad and said, Look now toward heaven, and tell the stars, if thou be able to number them: and he said unto him, So shall thy seed be." (See Genesis 15:5)

Our Father gave Abraham a picture, a symbol, a vision of the stars and sky to represent his mission.  Take a picture, paint one, or find one that you can hang up to remind you of what the Lord has called you to do and a vision of your goal.


11. Consistently be Consistent.
Showing up is almost the entire battle and when we paint those little brushstrokes, those small and simple things really do make a difference.

"It's not what you do every now and then, but what you do everyday, that changes everything.  Do something at the same time everyday and you find yourself a new person."


12. Hard Stops.
It's what we do when we come to a stop sign, and if we "hard stop" to pray at set times of the day, it's what could truly give us the grace to go on.  A phone reminder, or a chime from a clock?  These could remind us to stop and pray, or in the words of President Monson, "Pause to pray."


13. Do the Holy, Happiness Habit
Write down 5, just 5 things to be grateful for each day and count your way well past 1000 gifts given from heaven through the year.  Recognize His hand and His ever-present tender mercies.

"Make right where you are your happy place."


14. Ebenezers for the Effort
"Mark little milestones! Celebrate the little things!  A treat at the end of the day, end of the week, end of the project, end of the term.  Hang a bunting. Taste something sweet. Take a happy, thumbs up picture to mark your progress!  Make an album of a year, of the process, of the overcoming."

And perhaps actually create an "ebenezer."  You see, back in the days of the prophet Samuel, there was an impending battle from the Philistines.  So the Israelites ask Samuel to implore the Lord for their rescue.  Samuel asked them to sacrifice some of their idolatrous sins and then he made a sacrifice on the altar in behalf of the people.

"And as Samuel was offering up the burnt offering, the Philistines drew near to battle against Israel: but the Lord thundered with a great thunder on that day upon the Philistines, and discomfited them; and they were smitten before Israel. (1 Samuel 7:10)

"Then Samuel took a stone, and set it between Mizpeh and Shen, and called the name of it Eben-ezer, saying, Hitherto hath the Lord helped us." (1 Samuel 7:12)

Find your own stone of help and set it up as a physical reminder so you can remember all that the Lord has done in delivering you.


15. Breathe.
Sometimes we just need to breathe.  In and out.
“The letters of the name of God in Hebrew YHWH… are infrequently pronounced Yahweh. But in truth they are inutterable….
"This word {YHWH} is the sound of breathing.
"The holiest name in the world, the Name of Creator, is the sound of your own breathing. That these letters are unpronounceable is no accident. Just as it is no accident that they are also the root letters of the Hebrew verb ‘to be’… God’s name is name of Being itself.”  ~Rabbi Lawrence Kushner
So we breathe in His name with every breath we take.  Just Remember this.


16. Hard and Bad? Hot Bath.
"An evening routine of a hot bath at the end of the hard and bad days? Yes."


17. Rest so you can have the rest of God.
"Tomorrow always begins with the night before, so turn in early so tomorrow can turn out well."
This I need.


And all 17 declarations I need as well.  Somewhat hard at times?  Of course.  Nothing good ever comes without effort.

But keys to a happy and memorable year?  Most definitely.

17 has always been one of my favorite numbers...

P.S. This post is, as well as some of my other recent posts, the ideal.  We have a plan so we have something to strive for.  It doesn't mean that we always stick to everything just right.  Every day is full of imperfection and failures.  But that shouldn't keep us from striving, right?  Without a plan, life is just utter chaos (at least it is for me).  But with an idealistic plan, it gives me something to aim for.  It gives me a framework--even though most of the time I vary so greatly and fail time and time again.  But the Lord is so good to us.  Through Him we can be perfect, even in our imperfections.  He makes up the difference.  And I'm so grateful for His infinite grace.

If nothing else, just remember and rely on grace.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Living in Harmony.


So I've been trying a new experiment for my "year of connection."  I started with a renovation of my daily rhythm (which happens every so often as the little ones get older and present different needs) and the result has blessed my life immensely.

My morning rhythm is much the same...my personal getting ready time, personal scripture study, family prayer, getting Patrick and Easton out the door, breakfast, getting the 2 little ones ready for the day, cleaning the house, and doing the laundry.  Then I set in "liquid stone" time to have preschool and playtime with Tate.  I call it liquid stone because it's set in stone, but the liquid stone is kind of like corn starch...it can be hard or soft.  Therefore, if something comes up on a given day, liquid stone will allow me to be flexible.  (It's just an image for my mind to process consistency with flexibility).

After we pick up Easton from the bus stop, we make lunch, eat, and clean up.  Then the boys have their playtime together while I play with Maylie (for roughly 30 minutes) {This is also set in liquid stone.  In fact the whole afternoon is...}.  Afterwards, we read stories together (another 30+ minutes) and then we put Maylie down for her nap.  The boys and I have Mommy Playtime and we switch off doing activities that they choose with ones that I choose (usually super easy and fun ones that I've found on Pinterest).  After that they get their free time to either watch a movie or play a game on the Wii or iPod.  Then we do a quick pick-up of the house and make dinner.

During dinner we have family scripture study (which is a great way at this stage in our lives to combine the daily bread with the living bread).  Afterwards is clean-up, the boys get ready for bed, and then they get to have special time with Daddy.  They switch off the things they do each day.  Some days they wrestle, or play the Wii, read stories, or play board games.  While they have time together, I finish up any chores or tasks I didn't get finished during the day, or relax for a few minutes.

This rhythm has been the most successful one yet.  It's as if a light finally went on and every day is a celebration!  Celebrating my children, celebrating every season, celebrating their talents and interests, celebrating learning, celebrating fun, and most of all, just celebrating us!

After two weeks of implementing our new rhythm, I read a quote from my Simple Abundance book that summed up exactly what was happening:
"Harmony is the inner cadence of contentment we feel when the melody of life is in tune.  When somehow we're able to strike the right chord--to balance the expectations of our families and our responsibilities in the world on the one hand with our inner needs for spiritual growth and personal expression on the other."   --Sarah Ban Breathnach
I now have a word for the feeling that has descended on my heart--it's harmony.  And though the times and seasons will inevitably change, I know that with the Lord's help, we can achieve harmony with every change.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

My 400th Post!

It's like a birthday celebration for my blog and it's so fun to reflect on where this blog came from and the journey it's taken me on.

Back in 2008 Patrick created this blog as a little experiment.  We had heard of several friends who had a blog, but I was a little skeptical and didn't really feel the desire to begin blogging.  Plus, I found it completely overwhelming and had no idea how to post or do ANYTHING!  Patrick posted a few pictures of Easton (who was just a baby) and that was that.  For months I forgot all about it.  But then, sometime during the year I started creating Smileboxes and so I would post a smilebox on the blog so others could watch our slideshow of pictures.  And for a long while, this is mostly all our blog consisted of. But eventually, I abandoned the smilebox idea and began the laborious work of going back and updating all of our old posts with the pictures that were on the smileboxes.  I felt so rewarded when it was finally done.

As time went on, I came to the realization that this blog was the perfect way for me to record our family history.  And so an overarching purpose for my blog was born and it has been so ever since.  This blog is written to us; it's an account of all our memories, so when I am old, I can look back and read the life we lived together.  Because I know I will forget all the moments.  And if I don't take a picture, or journal, or blog, it will soon be erased from my memory.

And so I continue to blog.  And I probably always will, until my children are grown and gone...but then there will be grandkids. :)  So perhaps I never will be done, (unless a better option of recording family history is introduced.)

Lately I have been sorting out the balance of what to include where and on which blog.  A few years back I started a few more blogs with the intention of writing frequently on them.  But like I've done many times in the past, I overestimated the amount of time I would have to devote to the cause and 3 of them fell by the wayside.  These three seemed disconnected and often prevented me from writing on this blog many of my thoughts and daydreams and meditations.  

So after praying about it (we are to counsel with the Lord in all our doings, right?) I decided to merge those three blogs into this one and import all of the posts.  I will do so later today.  Then this blog can contain almost everything.  Quest for Happiness will always remain open, because if when I ever do become an author, I want a place to direct my readers that is separate from my family blog.  My photography blog will always be there to house all of my client's photoshoots, and of course, I will always have my personal journal.  And so while this blog doesn't contain all of my musings (found on Quest for Happiness) or all of my personal writings (a journal is the best place to keep such personal writings), this blog, "Familia Johnson Chronicles" is "alive and breathing" to accomplish the following purposes:

  1. Keep our Family's History.  I will continue to document the moments and the milestones.  The trips and the memories from day-to-day.  The holidays and the small traditions.  The portraits, the hobbies, the birthday tributes, and most of all, the PICTURES!
  2. Record the shapings of my yearly themes.  By doing this, I receive a focus for my year and have different ways to blog each year.  In the past I've done things like, Magical Memories and Moments on Monday.  This year I will be showcasing many of the "connection" memories we enjoy.  I will be posting lots of children's activities and Family Home Evening's we have done to document how connection shapes our year and our hearts.
  3. Encourage, inspire, and uplift.  I am a writer; I suppose I always will be.  And my favorite thing to write are words of encouragement that I have gleaned or learned from others.  While most of these things are recorded on Quest for Happiness, occasionally I post things on this blog too.
  4. Mix in a small dose of me--my personality, feelings, passions, moods, random thoughts, crafts, recipes, books, and snippets of whimsy.  Some days are rosy, others are not.  But since I am the primary contributor of this blog, hopefully I can present an honest view of me--who I truly am.

So, dear "Familia Johnson Chronicles," thank you for all of the places you've taken me and for all that you've taught me.  Thank you for helping me refine my talents of writing and photography and thank you for letting me spill onto you all the things that are overflowing in my heart.

You will always be one of my dearest friends.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The Simple Woman's Daybook {Entry 2}

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FOR TODAY

Outside my window...is cold gray, ushering in the coming winter.

I am thinking...about my little star and still wondering when she will come.

I am thankful...I spent some special time with my boys yesterday and today.  Soon our lives will be in quite the upheaval and I would regret not spending this precious time with them.

From the learning rooms...we visited the library for the first time in a few months.  Reading, puzzle-making, educational computer games, and puppets felt so fulfilling to do.  The wonder in their eyes told me so.

In the kitchen...leftover desserts like strawberry layer cake, apple pie, and four tubs of ice cream with one serving left.

I am wearing...a cream shirt with dark green embroidery...one of the few maternity blouses in which I still feel like a princess.

I am creating...ideas and plans for our new home.  Things like how we will make our home more holy {scriptures in the rooms, pictures of Christ and the temples in every room, habits of gratitude, etc.}

I am going...to the doctor at 4:15.  I hope that she comes as a result of this visit. :)

I am wondering...how my emotions can surge from one end of the spectrum to the other in only a matter of seconds.  One minute I will feel all butterflies inside thinking of how magical it will be to hold my little girl and the next minute my stomach is plummeting rock bottom like a dip in a roller coaster contemplating how long it may be before she comes.

I am reading...well, re-reading my handwritten notes on creating a quiet place where I can breathe and meditate and ponder and relax.

I am hoping...to implement the strategies I have recorded to aid in this whimsical whirlwind of childbirth, Thanksgiving, moving, and Christmas.

I am looking forward to...the pain that will come with labor.  Every hard contraction I anticipate knowing that I will finally be on my way to receiving an angel.

I am hearing...a beautiful song in my head that reminds me of my little star.

Around the house...I walk and pace, trying to urge contractions.

I am pondering...on Proverbs 3:5-7 today and for this whole week..."Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.  In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths."

One of my favorite things...counting the graces, the gifts, the mercies from heaven as I await a miracle.

A few plans for the rest of the week:  Wait patiently for our little one.  Spend time with my sons.  Spend time with my husband.  Trust in the Lord.

Here is a picture for thought I am sharing...

Friday, November 18, 2011

Grow.

"On Fridays around these parts we stop, drop, and write.
For fun, for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration at the art of communication.
For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.
Won’t you join us?
Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking."
~The Gypsy Mama



Grow.


It's a hope.  It's a longing.  It's a yearning desire for me right now.  I want a few things in my life to grow: 
*my contractions--could you maybe come five minutes apart and just a titch stronger?
*my little baby--oh sweet, glittering star, grow so you'll be ready to enter this world.
*my heart--will you open even wider than you already are to encompass this new little one in the blanket of love?
*my time--will you crescendo to allow all of the extra new baby to-do's fit in our schedule?
*my boys--might you wake up tomorrow with new wisdom shining from your eyes--wisdom to understand that Mommy has to share her time and her heart with another now.
*my faith--may you keep growing and growing and growing, never stopping, always increasing in strength with each new faith-challenging-building experience.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Simple Woman's Daybook {Entry 1}

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FOR TODAY
Outside my window...I cannot see, for I am living in a basement.  But I hear the cars go driving past...sounds much like the ocean waves.

I am thinking...about my little girl.  She is coming so soon and my heart yearns for her.

I am thankful...for quiet mornings and a routine that works.  It is a blessed thing to begin a day right by spending time with the Lord, writing praise, recording a journal entry, organizing and planning my day, and blogging.

From the learning rooms...we are focusing on the letter K, the number 11, and all things Fall.  We are also striving to develop kindness and peacemaking skills.  Last night we learned of obedience and all repeated in loud voices, "I will be obedient!"

In the kitchen...awaits apple cinnamon cheerios and minty-marshmallow hot chocolate.

I am wearing...old jeans and a striped green, blue, yellow, and white shirt that has lived with me through three pregnancies.  Topped with a soft white sweater.

I am creating...a sweet baby.  She is growing and I am growing too.  Not just physically, but in other ways too.  My heartstrings are lengthening.  My patience is increasing.  My love for her and my sweet boys is flourishing.  My life is widening to welcome her in.

I am going...shopping today.  To buy cans of food storage.  Christmas gifts for extended family.  Thank you cards for a lovely baby shower.  Gifts for the hostesses.  Christmas decor.  Washcloths and towels for our new home.

I am wondering...if I will have time to complete everything I want to do before my little grace comes.  She's coming soon and there's still oh so much to do on my to-do list.

I am reading...the Book of Mormon.  Issued a challenge in August to begin and complete the reading by the end of the year, I have been soaring through the pages, and the messages have been surging inside of me...changing me.  Making me more.  And full of grace.

I am hoping...that the labor and delivery goes smoothly and though I wonder, I know it will.  Because of a sweet blessing from a loving husband promising that it would be so.

I am looking forward to...holding my little girl for the first time.  Looking into her eyes and seeing heaven shining through.  Feeling her newborn fingers and kissing her cherubic cheek on that blessed day when she comes.

I am hearing...Tate's little voice talking to himself.  How I wish I could bottle up his tone and inflection and pronunciation.  His voice is angelic.

Around the house...remnants of things to move to our Farmhouse Cottage along with a scattering of pink baby things folded and ready for Sweet Pea.

I am pondering...on the grace of God.  His mercy, His kindness and long-suffering.  His deliverance of me from so many things.  How He is leading my life through green grass and springs of cool water.  How He is so good.  And so merciful.  My very best friend.  My Father.

One of my favorite things...is waking up in the morning these days.  I lie still in the lightening darkness and ponder on the excitement and plans of the day.  I run through my head the happiness awaiting me and picture the faces of my two sweet boys, while imagining the face of my sweet little girl.

A few plans for the rest of the week:
Packing the hospital and diaper bags
Typing more recipes and weekly shopping lists
Organizing everything into an album
Blogging
Imagining my baby
Journaling
Planning a romantic date night for my sweetheart
Scrawling the mercies the Lord is bestowing daily
Preschool
Reading to little ones
Walking and dancing and shopping

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

{This is how I feel.  In a heavenly mist, on a path of red and orange strewn leaves.  Almost to a bench where I can rest and take in my surroundings.  Waiting in this lovely Autumn for my little girl to be in my arms.}

Monday, November 14, 2011

Countdown to our Shooting Star



Very soon a little angel, a shooting star from heaven, will enter our lives...and our hearts.  Our precious baby girl is due on December 5, 2011, and I can't even wait.  I have entered into the impatient stage of wondering when she will come and if I'm prepared and mourning every day that passes without her.

Praying to know what to do, I had the glimmer of an idea...a baby countdown.  I listed the days out in my composition book and then began filling in activities centered on my sweet pea.  Perhaps by completing this list I will be able to more patiently wait her arrival and prepare more thoroughly so I enjoy the day of her birth as much as utterly possible.  And here is the run-down on the countdown:

11/13  Make a list of hymns and scriptures to read during labor.
11/14  Prepare the hospital bag and diaper bag
11/15  Print Wish Lists.
11/16  Make a list of photos to capture on her birth day and hospital to-do's.
11/17  Write a letter to my Shooting Star with all of my excitement spilling from the words.
11/18  Write out her personality profile.
11/19  Write about the meaning of her name.
11/20  Write out a plan for your relationship with her as a baby and throughout her life.
11/21  Write about your first few days and weeks together (projecting them in the future).
11/22  Review and write about her first "schedule."  Make a plan.
11/23  Go to a mountain to ponder where you are, where you have been, and where you're going.
11/24  List reasons you've loved being pregnant with your sweet pea.
11/25  Read through all posts to and about her.
11/26  Pray for her on the hour--every hours.
11/27  Pamper yourself.  Paint your nails...etc.
11/28  Write out your "motherhood commitment."
11/29  Ponder about your Shooting Star for 30 minutes and imagine her with love and joy.

I would go on...but I'm hoping she either arrives a little early or I can convince our good doctor to induce me (for size reasons).  I  am still wondering when she will grace our home.  I wish I knew the exact day and time of her arrival.  It would give me a day to push towards and look forward to.  But for now, this countdown will have to do and I know I will so enjoy every minute of every activity...

And maybe just one more goal to add to the countdown.  A daily one...

*Think of her and imagine the day of her delivery at least five minutes every day...

Friday, November 11, 2011

Unexpected.

It's Five Minute Friday.
Linked up to The Gypsy Mama, we write for 5 small minutes on whatever thoughts come spilling through our fingertips.
It's unedited, unplanned, and unscripted.




Today's topic is Unexpected.
I begin.

When my inner moments grow calm and I settle those rushed feelings of everyday hecticness that accompany life with little ones, I write and write and ponder and write some more.  About life.  About grace.  About all the expected and unexpected.

Life is so different than what I thought it would be.  Planning as a young woman all that I would be and how the title "super mom" would just naturally fall upon my shoulders with little effort.  Children are sometimes unexpected.  So are personalities.  And money (or lack thereof).  So are jobs and careers.  And the loss of the tightly controlled world I once had.  It's all unexpected.
Maybe that's why it's so adventurous.
And I know I wouldn't have it any other way.

I wouldn't change in the least one aspect of the sweet little ones I've been given.  I am their steward and the task is so much harder and more real and more rewarding than I ever imagined it would be.

I wouldn't change even one thing about my husband.  He is my all and though I dreamed of the Knight and Shining Armor who would grace my doorstep one day, I never could have imagined him to be so perfect....even with all of my lofty ideals.  It's all so unexpected...

...and utterly oh so lovely.