For beer on the front porch and walks when the Wagoneer won't start.
For updates from Moti and God's abundant provision.
And for hydrangeas that look like snowballs and summer's in the city I'm growing to love.
What have you been grateful for lately?
Here's to gratitude and how it turns everything into enough.
Happy Wednesday, brave ones.
Dear Mr. Loerke, you trying to catch the chickens? BEST. THING. EVER. Dear Bees, this weekend we extracted a gallon of your honey. Thanks for working really hard so we can enjoy the fruits of your labor. Dear Front Porch, ready for achy shoulders and bowls of homemade honey lavender ice cream. The end. Dear Husband, praise the Great Lion of Judah for ladies who exercise at Cherokee Park with hoola hoops and for husband's who try and reenact them. You're adorable.
Happy Tuesday, brave ones! What's one of your favorite childhood memories? I loved spending summers on the front porch making homemade Oreo ice cream with my family. Worth every slow crank of the bucket!
No one has influenced my life more than you. You've taught me how to use a hammer drill, to always bring a 6 pack for our mechanic when we pick up our car from the shop, to shovel the neighbors driveway before the snow blower runs out of gas, to make time for handwritten letters, to beat my egg whites in a copper bowl when baking, and to always remember I have more than what I need.
Know that I celebrate you today and everyday. Love you more than Blue Highways
read on the front porch, bacon smokers made out of old refrigerator parts, and patched overalls worn while bass fishing at the lake.
Each week we receive several FPF photos that can't be posted on the
blog due to photo quality. We'd love to encourage you to 1) take your
FPF photo horizontally (when possible) 2) use an SLR camera (no blurry
cell phone pictures) and 3) take your photos in the daylight. Thanks!
That time when you come home and see a little person's sock left on your dresser.
Thankful for friends who feel comfortable doing laundry at the Harvest House even when we're not there. Happy Wednesday, brave ones.
And fished with you at Floyds Fork.
Although you and your mom have already done many incredible things,
the most amazing thing has been the way you labored together for you to take your first breath.
You were 9 days late and content to hibernate in the womb until Christmas.
After an induction, 10 hours of non medicated labor, 4 hours of pushing and a c-section later
you were finally here.
We think you have the most amazing ears, softest hair, and the cutest nose.
It's been humbling to have been a part of your journey to life these past 72 hours,
to share the same birthday as you, and to watch you take your first breath.
You are, and always be, your mom's greatest adventure.
Tim and I have been married for 8 years. We like to dance in our jammers, sleep late in the biscuit, build forts, write each other love letters, and spend lots of time in the kitchen experimenting with food. We also get to ask for each other's forgiveness every day. (more)