{Pecan Pie}

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Because pecan pie shouldn't just be eaten at Thanksgiving.
What's one thing you love that's worth enjoying more than once this year?

{Today's Letters}

Sunday, February 18, 2018

Dear Timothy James, this book has reminded me importance of breaking up my routine with adventure-- something I see you excel at daily. Thank you for challenging me to grow in this area simply by being you. Dear Emotions, it's been said that you last an average of 90 seconds. I try and remember this whenever I'm overwhelmed learning about adenosine triphosphate for Microbiology or can't find any chocolate in the house. #isiteasteryet? #cadburyeggme Dear Mom Life, yesterday you included eating Brave's leftover pizza crust for dinner while driving home from a birthday party. Today you witnessed an almost 4 year old finally tall enough to reach her pedals and ride her bike faster than Elliot and ET. You're the best life. Dear Timosabi (who always gets two letters), you are the only person I know who can turn a 10 foot rug tube into hours of fun. I love this about you!

Happy Monday, y'all!

{Viva Mexico!}

Friday, February 16, 2018

It had been six years since all of us had been together ... SIX YEARS!!!
We flew in from Florida, Kentucky, Kansas, and California to spend 5 kidless days together in Mexico.
We rested by the ocean, played corn hole on the beach, ate our weight in ice cream, saw the ancient ruins of Tulum, swam in caves with bats {and only lost one diving mask}, had family bowling night,
and laughed until our sides and cheeks literally hurt.
It was one of my favorite vacations of all time!
Feeling really grateful to have had that time with my family before diving into my last three
pre-reqs for nursing school.
Here's to accepting each other for who we are, where we are.
{something my family is really good at}
Happy weekend, brave ones!

{Happy Valentine's Day!}

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Look out, cupid is on the loose.
PS- will you be our Valentine?

{My Next Big Adventure}

Friday, February 09, 2018

Many of you have asked lately what inspired me to pursue nursing school at age 37 so I thought I'd write a brief post about my reasons here. It truly has been an unexpected calling, but when God makes something clear I try and listen. 

This story actually begins with fly fishing. Many of you know my love for trout has taken me all over the country and world these past six years. My love for being on the river only deepened when I became an Orvis ambassador and was able to connect with other women who were (and still are) more experienced anglers than myself. I can truthfully say that fly fishing has always filled me with an unexplainable peace and joy. Being someone who struggles with anxiety, this has in many ways been a therapeutic experience for me. Up until last November, fly fishing was one of the few outlets I had to re-center my mind and experience inner quiet from all of life's noises. That was until I saw the birth of my best friend's second baby. 

Before you think I'm crazy, know that I'm fully aware that casting to rising trout and witnessing a baby take its first breath are two incredibly different experiences. I had watched Molls labor once before, delivering Rowan via an emergency C-section four years ago. I had also experienced the birth of my own daughter, Brave, so I knew firsthand the sounds, smells, and intensity of labor. This time, however, things were different. I remember there was a moment when Molls was in labor and she reached up mid-contraction, grabbed me by my vest and screamed, “Em, please help me!” To my surprise, this moment made me feel like I was knee deep in one of my favorite trout streams. A deep peace came over me despite knowing Molls was progressing too quickly to get an epidural for her VBAC. I responded to her plea with words of encouragement and sincere compassion, and from that moment on I knew I wanted be a labor and delivery nurse.

When I shared this with my husband a few days later he was so supportive. I had been processing going back to school in the spring to get my master's in counseling, but he helped me see that being a nurse in many ways would be like being a therapist, especially in the delivery room and working with postpartum moms. All that to say, within two weeks I had applied to nursing school and registered for five pre-req classes. Now six weeks in and two classes down, I never imagined going back to school after graduating from college 15 years ago would be this challenging and rewarding.

I'll bring this post to a close by saying I’ve grown to understand that rarely do I get to see what’s around the next bend in the river from where I'm currently standing. Life is filled with unexpected turns and often requires steps taken in faith. Pursuing nursing school has been one of those steps of faith for me. But just like combing a river for feeding trout, I'm trying to take this next adventure one step at a time. It's an uncomfortable one for me, but I don't grow much when I'm comfortable.

Here's to being stronger than our fears!
Happy Weekend, y'all.

{The Things We Love}

Monday, February 05, 2018

The things we love and the stories they tell ... Mason jars will always remind me of my mom.
She recently celebrated 23 yrs of sobriety and I tell her often it's the best gift she's ever given me.
Twinner also first introduced me to air plants a decade ago when she was living in CA.
Somehow I've managed to keep this one alive for 2 yrs.
Surrender and acceptance + new growth (sometimes without roots) ...
I've got some strong women in my life.
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