Tuesday, February 27


We snuck away with our three big kids to Manhattan for the weekend and it was one of those magical times where one of my favorite parts of parenting happens -- memory making. I love seeing things through the eyes of my children, especially my favorite city. We drove into New York Saturday morning and went right into Lower Manhattan to the Freedom Tower, saw everything from above. 

I found a hotel on the upper east side that would sleep us all and was near good food, obvs. Story Kate turned SIX on Saturday so her treat was to go to American Girl and pick out her very first real doll. She chose one who's hair looked the most like her own (hair obsessed girl maybe, takes after her mom?), and named her what she is naming most animals and dolls these days, Leyla. The boys played around in the Nintendo and Lego stores and we picked out little somethings to take home to Abram and Lula. 

Entering new stages of motherhood where your kids understand history, and tragedy and you can see their hearts break for people, and also the compassion in their hearts come out for a world that loves better --- and they truly experience, and feel, in ways they couldn't a few years ago? It's humbling and sacred. Motherhood is, and always will be, my greatest adventure. 

SK & her girl, Leyla. 

I've strolled Central Park more times than I can count, it's one of my favorite places. But this time we did it horse + carriage style --- it was such a treat. My boys are Beatles buffs and got to smile and nod along to all the Strawberry Fields conversations from our sweet tour guide. 

Sofia, we loved her. 

We talked about serendipity and all the happy accidents in our own lives --- the phenomenon of finding value in things not sought after. And then, of course, not one but TWO frozen hot chocolates. 

My love.

We've already got a big long list for the next time we head back, this time with all the kids. You know I'm googling the best airbnbs for the spring and making plans ... 

Until next time, New York. 

Sunday, February 19


I knew when I opened this blog back up to post again it would be about something special. I had no idea what it would be, or when, but I always knew it would never be officially over here. Sometimes it feels over but the truth is that the moments, the time, and the heart shared here goes with me wherever I go. This little space has changed my life forever and I couldn't not share about another thing that's done the same for me.

You know when something so good and full of life happens that you wonder how to even process all of those emotions? When it feels as if you've experienced a slice of Heaven here on earth. When it's beyond the words you type and the stories you tell but it's a complete heart change and life shift for you. When God moves in a way that takes your breath away and years of searching, trying and hard times, and the unknown suddenly seems to make complete sense.

I had that this weekend.

There were tons of little ones, but one big one moment that stood out this weekend in particular. Maybe the moment lasted three or four hours, I couldn't tell you for sure because time froze around us and we sat on holy ground.  It was one of the most beautiful gifts I've been given as woman. I got to sit in a room filled with some of the most beautiful souls -- fourteen amazing women -- and speak life and truth over each and every one of them. And not just one thing but to tell them exactly how they shine and the ways they touch not only my life, in the day in and day out, out but so many others. And then I got hear them do the same for each other. To see it --- rawly, vulnerably, intentionally --- women affirming women in a way that was more beautiful than I could possibly describe here, I'm still soaking it all in, 15 hours later. I've never experienced something quite like it.

Everything else was quiet and still. Truth and beauty were spoken and, more than that, they were RECEIVED. God moved in amazing ways in so many hearts. The Holy Spirit was present, and when I prayed I felt Him first overwhelm me with the work He has done, and second hand everything back over to Him. That nothing spoken here was about me at all, but about Christ in me, and His perfect plan all along.

We sat in a beautiful home on a mountainside in upstate New York, most of us having never having met before in person but left there feeling forever connected by the sacred place that had been created among us. The place of forever for each other. 

We laughed and we cried and we drank maybe a little too much wine (wut?) and probably not enough water. We ate, and ate some more, and passed babies back and forth and learned from each other and understood each other and walked on a frozen lake and wondered what our lives looked like without this? And what they'd look like next year this time, in ten years, and beyond.

You see, I took a chance on something, a business, almost a year ago to this day. I had no idea what I was really doing. But my best friend --- the most life giving person I've ever met---  cast a vision for me and spoke truth over me, for years, just like I got to do last night. One year ago today my life looked so completely different then it does right now. I watched God close doors and open them to point me, so clearly, to where I am today. Right in this very moment.

And what I wish for you is the very same thing.

To say yes.

To say it even if your voice shakes, to say it if you have no clue what comes next but you know that that answer is one you need to say. To say it even if you're not ready. Cause, really, you'll never be. If I could bottle up this moment and share it with each of you, I would. This is my best try: a glimpse into something that is beyond my wildest dreams. To be part of something so much bigger than ourselves.

Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us. Hebrews 12:1