Tuesday, November 10, 2015

.happy birthday.

"There is no better friend...and no worse enemy than a United States Marine."
I look forward to the annual birthday ball every year.
A lot has changed since my first ball 8 years ago, but what impacted me the first time impacts me today.
I love beginning the evening with an invocation. Praying with hundreds of Marines is powerful and humbling.
The moment of silence for the fallen has become personal. We now have friends to remember when we pause.
The words of the speakers vary, but knowing that others have walked this difficult path is a comfort and hearing their wisdom and encouragement means so much.
Seeing the familiar faces of friends probably means the most to me. In a journey that often feels lonely, being surrounded by the laughter of friends is wonderful.
(And who wouldn't love the chance to dress up for a night)

Happy 240th birthday, dear Marines.
You are forever in my heart.

Saturday, August 22, 2015


Happy, happy birthday, to my favorite three-year-old! William, you challenge me everyday with your passion, your fierceness, your quick mind, and your busyness. You bless me constantly and I am so honored to be your "MomMom".

I love you!

1. What is your name?


2. How old are you?


3. What is your favorite color?


4. What is your favorite thing to do?

[play outside]

5. What do you want to be when you grow up?

A firefighter

6. What is your favorite food?


7. What makes you happy?


8. What makes you scared?


9. Who is your favorite person?


10. What did you get for your birthday this year?

An airplane...I got, uh, road signs

11. What kind of cake did you have?

[chocolate cupcakes with cream cheese frosting, yellow sprinkles, and construction decorations]

12. What else would you like to say?


Answering birthday interview questions at three is a little challenging...



Wednesday, August 19, 2015


You haven't seen a tree until you've seen its shadow from the sky.

Amelia Earhart

A few weeks ago, my three small children and I spent 7 hours flying and 12 total hours traveling to leave the East Coast and return home for an extended visit to the beautiful Pacific Northwest.

I'm not particularly fond of flying. It's exhausting (just look at the pictures!) and a bit nerve-wracking...but being married to a pilot, I'm beginning to warm up to this amazing mode of transportation.

I can't help but love the moment during descent when things begin to take shape. What looks one-dimensional from so high up begins to take form. Hills and buildings seem to spring up out of the flat ground. I can recognize specific places

I know I'm home.




Sunday, August 16, 2015

.family sunday.

B - you went shoe shopping without me, and got two pairs of shoes exactly like what you already own, you goof! At least you're consistent!


J - every day this week you have been asking me to go back to Sunday School. Well, today was the day to go back and you didn't want to leave. But I cherished your reenactment of Joshua and the walls of Jericho.


W - you've been zipping around on the new trike grandpa got you all week. It is definitely "your thing"


A - lately, as soon as your Jammies come off, sometimes even before you're dressed, you run to get your shoes and put them on. You're never fully dressed without shoes!


Sunday, August 2, 2015

.family sunday.

B - First two flights in the 53 this week and you nailed them! You are an amazing helo pilot, Love, and I am so proud of you!

J - You've been helping me clean to get ready to go to your Granoa's. You are so stinking excited!

W - As much as you love the water, your fingers have been shriveling; you call it "blueberry fingers".

A - You love being fancy. You found where I've been keeping your play bracelets and have been going to your room and getting them out all week.