A Visit to the Farm {Part I}

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Every so often, I get an itch to take the kids out to Fairview, NC, one of my favorite areas around Asheville.  There are some wonderful farms out that way, and it makes for a fun day trip.  We went last week to enjoy a couple of our favorite farms and go berry picking.  We first stopped at Flying Cloud Farm to explore their fields of wildflowers and their self-serve road stand.

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We love their little road stand.  For all organic farm-fresh produce, the prices are excellent and the quality is great!

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Those flowers truly took my breath away and so, of course, I had to bring some home with me.  A little taste of summer’s glory!  More farm pics to come soon.  Happy Summer-ing!

Thirty!!!

So last weekend was the big 3-0 for me.  Kind of crazy, kind of ordinary.  It definitely feels like the end of a season, a long, tumultuous season of being in my twenties.  But with that end also comes a fresh beginning.  I am excited about being thirty, even though the usual things kind of freak me out too (ie: aging, wrinkles, aging).  I’ve never felt more secure in who I am and settled in that, as opposed  to the grasping and groping and uncertainty of my twenties.  Of course, I am FAR from being done in that arena, but it’s the most free I’ve ever been in Christ and in understanding who He made me to be.  And that is certainly cause for rejoicing!

We had a simple day of enjoying family (my mom and I share the same birthday), and my one request was an early morning breakfast date with my very favorites to an awesome breakfast spot in Biltmore Village, the Corner Kitchen.  I had been salivating for their Hickory Nut Gap Chorizo + Eggs for a solid week.  I like going out for dinner as much as any girl, but I think breakfast dates are still my very favorite.  There’s just something magical about being starving and rested and getting hot, fresh coffee, eggs + bacon.  It was perfect.

I didn’t get enough pictures from the day *at all* but here are a few:Image

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This man and these two precious kiddos (plus #3 on the way) are the very best and sweetest treasures!  I love our little family so much and am so very thankful for them.

weekend getaway to Charleston

Sometimes I really underestimate the power of a few days away.  It seems like all the hassle that goes into packing up two kids and a pregnant momma for a mini-getaway just isn’t worth it, until you are sitting on the beach in the sun listening to the surf.  A family friend had offered us his home in Charleston, SC for a long weekend, so we went with my parents and had such a fun weekend!  We all got a bit too much sun and too little sleep and had a blast.  We came home so refreshed and thankful!

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^ That moment when you first hear and see the ocean after a long time away ^

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^ Me and my love enjoying the beach (and I was roasting to a crisp, unbeknownst to me) ^

One of our favorite times to be on the beach is at sunrise or sunset, when the lighting is just gorgeous.

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^ They’ve started holding hands a lot lately {it kills me!} ^

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The next day, since we had all gotten a bit too much sun the day before, we decided to head into Charleston for the day instead of being out on the beach.  We ended up happening upon some really fun, cool things like the bustling Charleston farmer’s market (and we regretted that we had already eaten breakfast) and a wonderful lunch spot with live music under white tents by the wharf.  It was an absolutely gorgeous, perfect day to be out and we just lingered and enjoyed it.

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See that sign that says “Beignets?”  That was our next stop.  🙂

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Dad waiting in line for the beignets.  And they were incredible!  We wandered on and found pony rides for kids for $3.00.  Our little girl had her first ride on a pony and loved it so much.

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^ Daddy & his girl ^

Then we headed down King Street all the way to Battery Park.  Here’s my girl with my parents.  It was so fun to do this trip with them and make these memories together.  It was our first time doing a “beach trip” together and we had so much fun and just were so thankful for their help, too.  They did lots of carrying kiddos on these walks. 🙂

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Then we hit Battery Park and I snapped a billion pictures because it was gorgeous and so full of childhood memories for me.

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Then we were headed out of Charleston back to the house when we passed this cute little restaurant with white tents and BBQ smoking and we just had to stop.  I’m so glad we did!  It was the best BBQ I’ve ever tasted.

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Our last day, we enjoyed time on Sullivan’s Island and being back out on the beach.  My parents also watched the kids while Brandon and I stole away on bikes and had a lovely little outing on trails around the house we were staying in.

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We’re so thankful for any time we get to steal away as a family and I hope you have some time away with your family and loved ones this summer as well!

kids + ducks

This past weekend we visited my husband’s family.  We all went on a little walk to a pond nearby to feed the ducks.  It was our kids’ first time feeding the ducks and they were so excited!  I love how children help us remember that the simple + ordinary are heavy-laden with joy.

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These glorious blooms were a sight for my sore eyes!  Spring really is coming!!

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Our son, so interested in the noisy ducks.

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We realized there was a huge hawk overhead.

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The little man was pretty devastated when he realized the moldy bread was actually for the ducks.

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Yeah, I pretty much can’t resist that pouty face.

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Little N & his “Baba.”

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P and her “Nain.”

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One of the kids’ Aunties was along, as well.

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Daddy and our two little ones.  My three favorites.

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Hope you’re seeing some sun wherever you are and maybe even the first blooms of the season!

to my husband

happiest birthday today to this guy!  
so thankful to do life together with you, to raise these precious kids together with you, and to continue on the adventure set before us together!  i love you forever, B.

xo

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Provoke not your children to wrath

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“‘Provoke not your children to wrath.’  Easily said; but how are we to avoid it?  Strife between old and young seems inevitable.  Today the world changes fast and inconceivably fast; in pastoral and agricultural times, what a man knew was of use to his son, but in the industrial age Father’s knowledge is out of date before the son is half grown up.  We should be more than human if the result were not bitterness and conflict.  Then too there are just too many people on this teeming and screaming earth for us to welcome a new man with whole-souled enthusiasm.  Our God-given biologic nature, which rejoices in parenthood, and our fallen self-seeking nature, which hates it as the creator of responsibilities, are at war with each other; and if we cannot make peace with ourselves, how shall we make peace with our children?

The ideal solution, of course, would be to remake our jerry-built, precarious society into a sound and safe one.  But, let’s admit it, we don’t know how; and if we knew, we have not the power; and if we had the power, as long as we are sinners we should lack the love.  There is only one thing a man can really remake–himself–and that only with the aid of God’s grace.  Laws and organizations and schools are good things, creches and social services and youth groups may be admirable things.  Yet–a reminder obvious, trite, but necessary–none of them can replace the love the guidance of father and mother.  Our problem then, pending reconstruction of the world, is to reconstruct our lives so that we give our children as much warmth and attention and time and teaching as the present world will allow.

At least we might give them our leisure.  Let us drop the disastrous cant that persuades women, often against their own hearts, that they have a ‘duty’ to neglect their children for civic affairs, or broadening cultural activities, or even, heaven help us, for ‘realizing their creative potentialities through self-expression in a rewarding career.’  Let us drop too the curious theory that the care and teaching of children are entirely women’s work, and that their father should have as little to do with them as possible.  Most of all, let us remind the innumerable Americans who don’t seem to know it that begetting and rearing a family are far more real and rewarding than making and spending money.”

– Joy Davidman, Smoke on the Mountains

Three

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It was New Years of 2010, the very fresh first of the year, when I had the first hint of your arrival.  You hadn’t been conceived yet, no, but God whispered to me hints that a great joy was coming to me in this year, something He couldn’t wait to give me.  I had no idea it would be you, I was thinking on a much lesser scale.  But in April, near Easter, I found out I was pregnant with you.  We weren’t planning to be pregnant, we were beginning to long for it, but we were scared about our financial situation and just apprehensive about all the changes and uncertainties that would inevitably come with children.

But when that test read positive, I couldn’t stop jumping up and down for joy and screaming and screaming to your Daddy.  We couldn’t contain our joy and excitement already.  And we had NO idea how much more would be in store for us.  My pregnancy with you was good and fairly easy.  You were so small.  You came so fast, so unexpectedly fast.  It was two days before Christmas, I arrived at the hospital, had a couple of contractions, and I was ready to push.  Two or three pushes later and then, there you were, all of a sudden, laying quiet on my stomach, reaching for me, blackest scowled little eyes gazing for the first time at me quizzically.  I couldn’t believe you were mine.  Were you even real?

And our hearts nearly burst for joy.  We would never be the same.  Altered, forever.  Perfectly planned for and formed before the beginning of time.  You had aunties and uncles and grandparents bursting at the seams to get their first glimpse of you, and no one was prepared for the way you would steal our hearts.  It was the best day of my life, by far.  It was the most joy I have ever tasted this side of heaven.  It was perfection, if there ever could be perfection.  We brought you home at nearly midnight on Christmas Eve, just as a heavy snow was beginning to fall.  You slept in our bed and we slept the best sleep together.  We woke up, it was Christmas, and our little world was covered in a fresh white snow.  Snowed in!  We didn’t have any gifts that year to open, we had been so busy preparing for you, but we had been given the greatest gift.  Our hearts were full.

And thus began our journey with you, sweet Phoebe.  In the three years since then, there are no words to describe the way God has used you to bless us.  We have never known such deep love.  We have never felt more fierce and protective and passionate about anything.  We have never been more humbled, more desperate for Jesus, more aware of our brokenness and faults.  Daily God teaches us more about Himself through you and the process of raising you.  There are a thousand ways we feel inadequate to be your parents, to have been given the gift of a child in general, when we know so many who are so much more worthy who have not yet been given the gift of a child.  And yet, we will never cease to praise our heavenly Father that He gave us YOU.  That He entrusted us with such a precious, brilliant ray of light.

That’s what your name means, light.

This past year with you has been a blast.  My momma’s heart aches and aches to see you growing and changing and transforming right before my very eyes.  I want to hold onto these days, hard and exhausting as they can be at times.  This is my favorite season of life thus far and I never want it to go!  But, I know it’s impossible to hold on.  Already I’ve had to let you go in a thousand small ways.  And I know there will always be more to come.

This year you discovered being a little woman, a little chef in the kitchen, the “very goodest mommy” to your baby dolls, nursing them, feeding, and putting them to sleep.  You discovered your independence and you’ve been struggling to figure out how to express it in a way that’s okay.  You’ve learned more about obeying and respecting.  You’ve overcome a fear of swimming/water and now it’s one of your very favorite things.  You’re still afraid of food 🙂 and we will keep working on that in the year to come.  For pete’s sake.  You’re the sweetest big sister, and almost always are gentle and kind and loving to your little brother.  You love birthdays, no matter whose it is, you love candles and cake.  You are the most encouraging little girl, always so excited to see others (I remember taking you into the grocery store and you exclaiming loudly, “Hi, everyone!!!”) and to give hugs or pats on the backs to any children you see.  You love going on “adventures” with mommy and daddy, and you wake up every morning asking me, “mommy, what are we going to do to-morning?” and at night you snuggle in bed, suck your fingers/hair and say, “mommy, what are we going to do tomorrow?”  We always say, “we’re going to wake up, eat break-past, get dressed, tie our shoes, JUMP in the car, and go…… to….. (do such and such).”  And in the morning you know exactly what the plan is and you can’t wait to get going.  You’re really big into privacy right now, and love to come ask me, “mommy, can you give me some pribacy?”

I could go on and on.  But I’ve heard pictures are worth a thousand words.  So here are some of my very favoritest moments with you this past year.  Your daddy and I love you forever and ever, no matter what.  You’ll understand one day when you hold your first baby for the first time.  We are so proud of you and we adore you, quirks, imperfections, beauties and all.  Thanks for being born and making every Christmas the very best time of year for a million little reasons.

Happy 3rd birthday my little girl.

Love,
Mommy

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happy first birthday

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My sweet, sweet boy.

You came into our lives at just the right time.  We were filled with wonder and apprehension about a little man joining our family.  Phoebe would always hug my tummy and kiss it and say hello to you, and say “he’s so tiny!”

What a warm snuggly little man you were right from the start.  You were all chub and pudge, just a little butterball to hold and kiss.  We were so thankful for you, and awed once again by the miracle of birth.

Your mommy loves you so much.  I’m so proud of you for the sweet little boy you are.  And I enjoy you so much, your snuggles and kisses, your laughter and tender little spirit.  Your careful ways and little sensitive nature.  I love how you wake up happy and jabbering away.  How you say “Hiiii!” when you hear a door open.  How you laugh whenever you hear anyone laughing.  How proud you are that you can clap or take a few steps.  The way you race to the bathroom the second you hear the tub turn on.  How you say “tractor” or “gentle” or “uh-oh.”  This year has been such a fulness and a joy to have you, little man.  And my heart aches a little to see it go.  To know that soon you will be walking and running, soon your little words will turn into little phrases, then sentences.  That you’ll be off exploring this great big wild world, keeping up with your big sister.  My little baby is turning into a little boy already!  Happy 1st birthday sweet boy.  I pray for many, many more with you.  And I love you so much, forever and ever.

Love,
Mommy

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Oh, Christmas tree!

This month is so full and busy for us.  There’s more celebration packed into it than we hardly know what to do with, BUT it is wild joy.  Both of our babies were born near Christmas, two years and three days apart.  So we have birthday festivities amongst all the Christmas festivities.  Between holiday parties, family gatherings, parades, gingerbread house making, extra church celebrations, etc., we find ourselves having to be pretty intentional about how to slow down and savor this month and all it holds!  We can get overworked, exhausted and irritable in a hurry if we aren’t careful.

With every weekend packed for the whole month of December, we headed out into the freezing cold on November 30th to chop down our Christmas tree.  If it didn’t happen then, it just wouldn’t have happened.  Both babies were pretty sick so we were in and out as quick as could be.

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A little tree farm we just love.

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^ Setting off to find our tree… ^Image

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^ showing me her ribbon to tie on the tree ^

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^ can you tell I love this red barn?? ^

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^ so sick and yet smiling, as usual ^

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^ found the one ^

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^ and busy right away with decorating ^

 

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A tree inside all covered in lights and color and memories makes us all so happy!