• family,  home,  kids,  photography,  Thanksgiving,  the dog

    An unexpectedly lovely Thanksgiving.

    Oddly enough, it’s been a Thanksgiving to remember.  I say “oddly” because I had to schedule surgery (laparoscopic gallbladder removal, no worries, I’m doing just fine) on Tuesday, which took me out of any and all Thanksgiving preparation and meant that I would spend the holiday recuperating and resting instead of making the rounds to the various family celebrations.  It turned out, however, to be a lovely day. After spending most of the morning with the kids and hubs, they departed, headed to the family gatherings that I wasn’t yet up to, but my parents came over to spend the day with me. My mother came bearing gluten-free casseroles galore,…

  • faith,  home,  hubs,  kids

    An open letter to my husband

    Dear Hubby, You know, they say that our differences are what make the world go round. (I’ve never really been sure who THEY are or where they get their information.) One of our main differences is that you are the neat as a pin one and I am, well, not quite that. You are the one that immediately hangs up your laundry and puts it away in your closet while I “fold” mine and put it in a laundry basket, where it might will stay until it gets worn and washed again. And yes, if the laundry basket is already taken, I can usually find space on my dresser, on…

  • contentment,  home,  Oxford

    Homesick

    Hadad said to Pharaoh, “Let me depart, that I may go to my own country.” But Pharaoh said to him, “What have you lacked with me that you are now seeking to go to your own country?” And he said to him, “Only let me depart.”  1 Kings 11:21-22 Me and the kids on the square in Oxford.  I’m homesick. Probably because I’m home, visiting. I always thought I would eventually get back here permanently one day, like anywhere else was a temporary thing, but it hadn’t happened. Yet.  I know I need to live and serve where God would have me do so, and for the most part, I have…