Sunday, March 9, 2014

Adventurers


So, it seems the heavens might be relenting.
Knock on wood.

It seems the atmosphere is lifting just a bit, allowing us the tiniest glimpse of hope that we've survived, or at least almost.

And for all our angst and our vitamin D-deficient mood swings, the ground below us is breaking through and we just can't stay mad for long. This is no time for grudge-holding.

So we roll our shoulders and stretch our necks.
This is the season of adventuring. And we rise to the challenge.


Two weeks ago we had a lone, misplaced day. 40 degrees and sunny, sandwiched right between two heel-ends of frigid gray. Calvin spent the afternoon complaining it was "too hot" to wear his coat. Silas kept asking when we could go swimming. Ruby donned three different prints and her too-small jacket, "I'm wearing it because it reminds me of sand."

Then we all trucked downtown for $1 tacos, heaped up with onions and cilantro.

This is when we're at our best, somehow. We can hunker down with the best of them, and we do. But we've fallen victim to the splendor of chucking our agenda and making tacos when the sun shines.

It's official - we were made for this.

{My new favorite t-shirt in all the land, courtesy of House of Belonging.}

A week later, we wound our way down to Indy for a couple nights with Cory's brother and his family.

Surprise! It hit 50 degrees.
Wild luck, that's what I call that.





It was the best kind of wonderful, full of blue-sky exploring and yes, more tacos. But of course more tacos.

I'd like to interrupt this broadcast for an important announcement: I love my people.
We've all been together for almost 4 years now, and every day, we become more "us". Also, we become more in-sync and travel-friendly.

We have our fair share of "days" (you know the ones), but the smooth patches are finally giving the rough ones a run for their money, and it feels good for the scales to fall into line. I don't mind batting 500 one single bit.



Dear Silas,
I'm glad you asked to pose for this photo.
Your Asian stoicism really rings through here.
If I didn't know better, I'd never imagine you to be the silly monkey that you are.
I like your ankles very much.
Love,
Mommy

ps - But could we cool it on the "poop" talk??

The next couple of months offer loads of Adventuring.
I'll be in Chicago with my #blogABLE homies, then in Dallas with my Hope Spoken homies, then in Ohio with my Buckeye homies.

So many good things. So much fun, the scenery all switched up.

I'm trying to trust myself not to wish it all away once it's here, pining for these long days when there was no point at all in leaving.

I'll have to keep you posted on that.

For now, I want to embrace the adventure that is my very own life, knowing full well that some days adventuring means the click of an airplane seat-belt, and some days it means Buffalo Wild Wings with my friend of 20 years. (Twenty. 20! Say what??!)

Some days it means fine-tuning just enough drama to keep the shorties engaged.

All the days it means holding the small pieces of this life between my much-too-large hands and praying I never stop seeing it as a gift to keep them.

It's March, Darlings. Let's be Adventurers.


17 comments:

  1. The picture of you and Ruby is the swooniest of all time. I vote waiting for a wall canvas deal and making that sucker artwork! And plus also - I'm with you on the poop talk. 5 yo and 3 yo boys in this house - 'nuf said. We had our first glimmer of hope today, complete with shoes that for soaked in the grocery store parking lot. It was beautiful.

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  2. The picture of you and Ruby is the swooniest of all time. I vote waiting for a wall canvas deal and making that sucker artwork! And plus also - I'm with you on the poop talk. 5 yo and 3 yo boys in this house - 'nuf said. We had our first glimmer of hope today, complete with shoes that for soaked in the grocery store parking lot. It was beautiful.

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  3. I think I like the Buckeye homies best of all ;) And those blue pants have Spring written all over them!

    XOXO,
    Angie Pants

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  4. Dear Spring,
    I love you!
    Cal's hair needs it's own zip code in these photos! Wozers!

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  5. Are those perhaps THE pants that caused such angst awhile ago? Glad to see the sunshine made its way to you as well! Sixty degrees here in SD today!

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  6. oh my good heavens, i miss all of you + them. and if i had a nickel (why can i never spell nickel the first time anymore? why does my brain default to nickle? this pushing forty business is FOR THE BIRDS.). but, as i was so calmly saying, if i had a nickEL for every time one of my kids asked if we could swim in 40 degree spring weather, i would have like at least twenty nickels. per year. i need to start charging more.

    also, one of these days i'm going to read your upcoming travel agenda, and it's going to say kenya somewhere in there. and if you could kindly bring your people and L&L&co, that would be more than lovely.

    i will save up my nickels.

    :)

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  7. I heart you, Ruby's tripple-print outfit ( I wish I was brave enough to do it myself), your letter to little Silas, this: "I want to embrace the adventure that is my very own life", and just so you can feel better, poop-talk for little boys is universal. I have 3 boys. We talk about poop a lot. :)

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  8. That tee is rad. I want one. Also, I spy the Indy Children's Museum {I think?} It's my favorite Children's Museum in all the land. And one more weird observation. That friend in the last picture? I have the same earrings as her...which I purchased several years ago at the Nester's and Emily's yard sale for $1. Whoa. It's like the Blog Circle of Life.

    Glad you are getting a reprieve from the months of cold and snow and extended hibernation. I hope it's a permanent thing!

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  9. March brings renewed energy in anticipation of spring, and, yes, adventure. Now I need a taco!

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  10. All the days it means holding the small pieces of this life between my much-too-large hands and praying I never stop seeing it as a gift to keep them.

    It's March, Darlings. Let's be Adventurers.

    and this month begins mine...love YOU..love your bravery for speaking strong words..needful words..prophetic words and i can't wait to squeeze your neck!!! thank you from the bottom of my heart....xoxo

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  11. I WILL get the nerve to meet and hug the salsa right outta you. just so we can share some together (hopefully) of course. ♥ hope spoken is going to be here so soon, and i can't wait to hear your story there shannan.

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  12. that rainbow tower colorful thing?!! i want to put that in my back yard!
    i love it.
    and i am very obviously missing you. :)

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  14. ugh. that was so insanely frazzled. lets try one more time.
    ahhhem.
    you're just the best. I haven't been reading blogs as much because my sweet, sweet newborn won't sleep at all in the day and then by nightfall, all i want to do is zone out to the tune of parks and recs. when i finally do pull up my favorites, there you are- just the best. I'm just keeping you up on my browser for the mornings, so i can read a new post while i still have some brain in me (she does sleep at night. who knows why). thanks for everything.

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    1. Well, it made sense to me the first time, if that tells you anything about my headspace. :)
      I so understand that feeling. It's kind of how I've spent the past 4 years of my life, though I won't draw any physical arrows to what happened for years ago, or who came. :)
      Lady, do what you need to do to survive and stay joyful.
      You could do much worse than Parks and Rec.
      (Might I suggest Mindy and New Girl as an addition to the rotation??)
      xo

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