30 July 2014


Andy brought Marin into our bed Sunday morning with a “She feels really warm.” Ugh.  I never do well when she is sick, even when it’s just a cold kind of thing.  I always go THERE, you know? Just makes me feel helpless and sad.

By the time we were well into Sunday, she was running a fever in the 103s and seemed all around miserable.  We decided to keep an eye on it through the night and continue with Tylenol around the clock.  Monday morning didn’t bring any real progress and Tylenol stopped breaking her fever, so it was off to the doctor we went.  Turns out they have to poke and prod quite a bit on these little ones when they are trying to figure out what is wrong.  It’s horrible business, I tell you. 
It was so horrible, I let the emotions get the best of me when the doctor was chatting to me.  Thank goodness for the bills of hats and how they camouflage the chin quiver.  (Next on the to-do list, grow thicker skin)

So, Marin got REAL acquainted with a few of the nurses at the doctors’ office and after a few tears, she was back to squeezing Mom, Uncle Ry Ry, and her pet “dote.” 
Doc then told us we’d have to come back the next day for more shots.  Sigh.  

The two of us walked in the next day for more poking and prodding, a bit battered from a long night of fever breaking and crying.  Marin recognized the room from the day before and started crying before the nurse even entered.  When she finally made her grand entrance, needle prepping and all, Marin looked her square in the eye, about three inches from the nurse’s face, and with all the gusto she could muster yelled, “Dote, dote, dottttte!”  And even though the shot was inevitable, the nurse was a bit taken back by hearing a baby tell her “don’t”.  It even bought Marin a few more shot-free seconds. I secretly knew Marin was asking for her dog, but I kept it to myself and let the language barrier between these two break the tension in the room.  I giggled, the nurse giggled, Marin even cracked a smile through her tear stained cheeks.  Just before she continued to give the nurse a piece of her mind…”DOTE, dote, Dotttttte!”

The little one is on the mend today which makes her tiny tyrant moment with the nurse even funnier to me.  Cheers to a little one who is feeling better and who REALLY loves her dog or really dislikes nurses. It's up for speculation. 


27 July 2014


Every bump has a story…the weeks, the months, the years it took to come by it. 

My best friend now has a bump with its own unique story that is her story to share.
BUT I can tell you it is a beautiful story and she is a beautiful friend who I love dearly. So, naturally, I have been waiting, busting at the seams, to celebrate and throw a par-TAY for the little miracle in that bump.

A few weeks ago, a few other friends who were also busting at the seams to celebrate the mommy-to-be reached out to join in the planning, crafting, baking and creating. Talie from www.funnybeautiful.com and I took on venue and decor while Melissa and Natalie made an incredible spread of food and drink. (Good thing because no one would have wanted the microwave dishes I would have whipped up. ;) This group of girls was so impressive and hard working. You know the kind; they are gorgeous in and out, create gorgeous things and make others feel gorgeous. Impressive they are indeed.

Yesterday it all came together and we finally got to shout out (by way of tiny handmade felt flowers, personalized invites, iced cookies and cakes, ranunculus and roses, savory eats, and poms upon poms) "Hurray!" "Yes!!" And "Welcome, baby girl!" 

Enjoy the pics and thank you Talie for sharing!

17 July 2014


We drove off Hilton Head island last Saturday with our windows up this time because Marin was already sound asleep in the back. After nodding to Andy that she was snoozing, we shared a silent it-was-great-trip hand squeeze then sat quietly before I dozed off to leave Andy by his driving lonesome.
Sometimes it feels like we drive off that island a different couple each year.

The first year, we had the BIG talk, you know? There on that little beach walk we realized, whoa, this is it. It's when I realized peace comes flooding in when it's the right guy. 

Each year, this trip, with all its tradition, helps me see from a distance where we've been and how far we've come as a couple, as newlyweds, as new parents.

Tradition will do that to you.
Last year we wobbled a perfectly covered stroller, 100% UV protected baby and perfectly packed diaper bag to the beach each day. New parents alert.

This year we let Marin run free in her excitement to get to the "wa wa", a skinned knee to show for it. Two parents following close by who are a bit more free and grace-giving than ever with each other. This was the year of watching honey dew drip down Marin's chin in smiling delight  each morning. It was the year we saw that she loves some things fearlessly like the big deep ocean and the big deep love of family.  It was the year of let's not worry about the "schedule" so much and "sure she can eat those Pringles". It was the year of morning jogs again, just like we did when we were dating. It was the year of let the baby take her naps on the beach. Oh glorious moment of a salty, smiley waking baby. It was the year of board games till midnight.

It was a beautiful year.

Makes me wonder who we will be when we drive off the island next year and what God has in store. 

I'm sure it will be good, like throw-us-up-in-the-air-and-show-us-how-little-we-are-and-how-much-He-loves-us good.