Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Thankful 30: Becky

During the 30 days leading up to my 30th birthday, I am posting a letter a day expressing thankfulness for someone or something that has played a major role in shaping the first 30 years of my life.
(I have missed a couple of days in the past week, 
so some days may have two letters as I get caught up) 
 
 
 
 Dear Becky,
  Happy Birthday! I'm a little bummed that we aren't celebrating your birthday this year by laying out poolside and shopping in Florida like we did last year ... or by being in London together like we were 5 years ago. I guess we can't travel every year for our birthdays, but I wish we could. You are a good travel buddy.

  Although I am thankful that you are a good person to travel with, that's probably the least of my reasons to be grateful for you. Whenever I think of you, the words loyal and dedicated immediately come to mind. In my mind, you exemplify the verse, "Rejoice with those who rejoice, mourn with those who mourn." God's path for your life hasn't included the some of the typical events and timing of many in the Bible belt, but I have watched you continually make the choice to enjoy and love your friends whose lives are in other stages. When a lot of people would complain about feeling left out or being uncomfortable in certain settings, you seem to shrug those things off and enjoy yourself.  Thanks for rejoicing. However, you are also no stranger to mourning. You have walked very close to your friends through some heart-wrenching circumstances. You haven't let the discomfort distance you, but instead have chosen to be a help and comfort through your presence and acts of service. Thank you for mourning.
 
  I'm not totally sure how to say what I'm trying to articulate without sounding awkward ... I guess the heart of the matter is that you aren't just about yourself. People who are about themselves require a lot of work in a friendship. They need lots of affirmation and for others to cater to them. You do not. You are easy to be with because you choose to not be about yourself. You also are not a doormat. I have watched you make tough decisions to maintain the health of your heart. You know what it is to be confident and independent, but you also value relationships and connection. That's a great combination. 

  Thank you, finally, for being a woman who trusts in the Lord with all her heart. It has been such a joy, encouragement, and challenge to watch your relationship with Jesus over the years. You really love Him. You really want to serve Him and please Him and you are willing to let Him change you, stretch you, grow you. I love that you want His plans for your life, and that you are willing to let Him shape your years. I really do look up to your example and hope that I will demonstrate the same kind of faithfulness.

  I am honored to call you friend and blessed by who you are!

Love,
  Stef

 

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Thankful 30: Ally Wiley

During the 30 days leading up to my 30th birthday, I am posting a letter a day expressing thankfulness for someone or something that has played a major role in shaping the first 30 years of my life.
(I have missed a couple of days in the past week, 
so some days may have two letters as I get caught up) 


Dear Ally,

  I first really got to know you when you moved to Siloam after you and Tim got married, during my junior year of college. I admired you and looked up to you instantly. You and Tim were some of the first newlyweds that I really spent time with, and I am so thankful I was blessed to have you influence many of my ideas about life after the wedding. Thank you so much for the time you spent, weekly, with my roommates and me. I know we all so looked forward to sitting down with you and talking about our relationships and what God was teaching us. 

  Thank you for your example of trust in the Lord when Tim was deployed to Iraq right after the war started, when you had only been married for 3 months. The emails you sent out during his time overseas showed such faith and courage.

  Thank you for teaching me to embrace the different seasons in life. I don't remember if you talked about seasons a lot, or if it just really impacted me when you did; but I do know that the grace and contentment you have displayed as I have watched you walk through a few different seasons of life has taught me so much. I often remind myself to just relax and enjoy this season that I'm in ... to cuddle instead of mopping the floors or to not care so much if everyone is having a fussy day. It's a precious, exhausting season and I am so blessed to get to have it at all. Maybe I don't leave my house much, and maybe my house is a lot messier than I'd prefer, but that's okay. Those things tend to come with this season and I want to swallow it whole. Thank you for teaching me about that.

  The other major way your influence has impacted me is in teaching me to find romance in the ordinary. You have a way of experiencing and describing events that seem commonplace as rich and full of meaning. You and Tim have been blessed with an incredible story and a wonderful life together, but I appreciate so much the sparkle in your eyes and joy in your voice as you would describe something simple like a dinner of tilapia and rice in your kitchen on a Monday night. Does that make sense? Your attitude is not one of grumbling or complaining, but gratitude. It taught me that the rosy, romantic, heart-swelling experiences of life are not limited to grand gestures and flowery words and big gifts. Rather, in you I saw that if I would just keep my eyes open and look for those moments of wonder in the circumstances God provides, I would find them.

  Thank you for being a precious mentor and friend. I love you!

Love,
  Stef

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Thankful 30: Emily

During the 30 days leading up to my 30th birthday, I am posting a letter a day expressing thankfulness for someone or something that has played a major role in shaping the first 30 years of my life.



To My Dearest, Oldest Friend,
  Over the years, that has become my title for you, Em. We've been friends for a little over 23 years now - I know that because your 8th birthday party was the first party of yours I was invited to, and today you turned 31. Happy Birthday! (And please don't be mad at me for disclosing your age on the internet!) In many ways, you are more like family than a friend. I know this is going to sound incredibly cheesy and Hallmark-y, but anytime I think of you, it is as much with my heart as it is with my head. Years and years of friendship and memories has carved a deep place for you.

  Thank you for saying, "I want to sleep next to her!" at your second (third?) cousins birthday party, where we met. I was such a shy 6-year-old (woah ... can you believe your son is almost as old as I was when we met?) and I can still clearly remember anxiously sitting at the table while the other sleepover attendees were vying for sleeping bag spots near the birthday girl that night. Jenny was the only one I knew, and I wasn't the type (back then) to speak up and try to make new friends. I was so surprised and relieved when you pointed to me and announced that you'd be putting your sleeping bag next to mine. And the rest, is history.

  Thank you for being one of the most fun people I have ever known. Our imaginations ran wild together, and I am so thankful that I had a friend who just loved to play. Endless hours of American Girl dolls and Barbies filled our childhood ... I can't imagine growing up without you. I can still picture us struggling under the weight of all of our stuff that we would tote back and forth between our homes nearly every weekend. We created whole worlds for our dolls and then disassembled them, only to make something new a week or two later. I remember silly trampoline games we made up and the times we would get in trouble for throwing tennis balls at your parents' fan so we could watch them ricochet around the room. Riding our bikes between our houses, or sometimes downtown to Poor Richard's for some candy or a soda. Making up stories about what we would tell our other friends we were doing if they called when we were together playing dolls (when they had all outgrown dolls, but we hadn't). Visiting your Grandaddy & Grandmomma with you (because I loved them like they were my own).  Writing each other letters when we were apart for a couple of weeks in the summer because we missed each other so much. Laughing so, so hard. Babysitting together. Listening on another phone when you talked to boys you liked (because I was always petrified of boys and you were always boy crazy). Crying when I had to move away. Jumping up and down and hugging 4 years later, when we realized we had decided to go to the same college and could room together. Watching Martha Stewart in our dorm room between classes. Going on a couple double dates with you and your future husband. Being in your wedding, and a few years later, you being in mine. Getting to hold your first baby in the hospital - he was so tiny. Being pregnant together with your second and my first. You coming to the hospital to hold my second baby - she was so big.

  You are part of the fabric of who I am. With some of these letters I have been writing it has been easy to say, "here is the lesson you taught me," or, "this is what you've meant to me," because the touch on my life from some individuals was brief enough that it is easy to identify the impact. Your friendship has been more like a bass line - always there, a vital constant in the background. Thank you for being a faithful and loyal friend. Thank you for teaching me to be more outgoing when we were young. Thank you for being kind-hearted and not gossipy. Thank you for not being afraid to ask questions or to say what you think. Thank you for being a wonderful example of loving your kiddos so much, but also being real about things that are hard. Thank you for being so amazing at so many things. I admire your eye for color and beauty and fashion so much. Making things lovely just seems to come naturally to you.

  Thank you for always making my life lovelier.

Love,
  Stef

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Thankful 30: My Girls

During the 30 days leading up to my 30th birthday, I am posting a letter a day expressing thankfulness for someone or something that has played a major role in shaping the first 30 years of my life.




Dear Kayla, Corie, Allison, Danielle, Alana, Kevie, Crystal, Maryanne, Jess, Damaris, Lauren, & Leah,

  Thank you, you beautiful ladies, for the amazing role you have played in my life. A couple of you I used to babysit when you were very small, but most of you I got to know when you were in 8th grade and I started leading your cell group (or later in high school, whenever you started attending the group). First off, let me say that I love every one of you so much and I am so proud of each of you. I know that saying I'm proud of you makes it sound like I think I'm way older than you, which I don't. Most of y'all are in the old married woman club with me now :) I just say I'm proud of you because I've had the opportunity to watch you go from being awkward and awesome jr. high students to the lovely women you are now.

  Thank you for letting me be part of your lives for the 6 years we were together as a group. Thank you for showing up and for wanting to know more of God and for wanting to find a safe place to belong. I always felt that we all fit together as a little family so well - with all my heart, I hope you did too. Thank you for being a measure of accountability in my life. I had a deep desire to lead you with integrity, so I wanted to be able to answer to you honestly about any part of my life without shame. I viewed dozens of decisions I made in college through that lens. Movies I watched, dating relationships, various other lifestyle choices ... I wanted all of those things to set a godly example. I definitely wasn't perfect and I definitely didn't share every struggle that I had with you girls; but God used your presence in my life on multiple occasions to help me make healthy and life-giving choices. Thank you so much for that.

  Thank you for giving me a way to serve the Lord when I was in college and grad school. It was so wonderful to have you all in my life during those years to serve as a reminder that my life wasn't just about me. Our relationship brought Paul's letters in the New Testament to life for me. When he wrote about his deep love for the younger believers he was hoping to encourage, and his desire to see them rooted in the deep and wide and high love of Christ, my heart resonated with his words. I earnestly desired those same things for you girls, and I still do. To many of you I may just be the college girl who helped lead your Bible study for a couple of years (nothing wrong with that, by the way), but each of you is permanently knit into my heart.

  Thank you for the role you played in my relationship with my husband. When I brought the boy I dated for a while in college to a high school football game to meet you girls and he didn't make an effort to make conversation with any of you, red flags went up for me. Y'all were so important to me ... I wanted the man I married to know you as people, not just as the Bible study I helped out with. I wanted him to love you and laugh with you and care about your lives. That was actually part of what attracted me to Josh, later on. I knew he understood how important you were to me. I loved that he joked with you and included you in our relationship. I love that you girls were escorted into our wedding by his boys. That wasn't just for show - the place of honor in our wedding was just an indicator of the place of honor you held (and still hold) in our hearts. We love you.

  Finally, thank you for what you have taught me, in retrospect. I started helping lead your group when I was 18. I was 23 when you graduated from high school. I had a lot to learn, and you helped teach me. I pray that there are some things that I did well, that at some points you were able to see the love of Christ in me. However, in the 6 years that have passed since you graduated, I have come to recognize a number of things I wish I had done differently. I wish I had really gotten to know some of you on a deeper level. There are a few of you I knew so well, but others I only knew in a large group sort of way. I regret that. I wish I had been better at relating to those of you who didn't have as much in common with me. I stayed in my comfort zone too much. I didn't ask the questions that I thought might have answers I wouldn't know what to do with. I didn't have much experience with pain, suffering, and hard questions about God, so I tended to avoid those things. If I could do it all over again I would say, "Let's be real," and, "God loves you no matter what is going on, and so do I," and, "I want you to say what's in your heart, not what you think a church girl should say." Maybe I said those things sometimes, but I wish I had said them more. Gratefully, I know that I was just one teensy part of God's plan for your lives and I pray that my weaknesses haven't served as stumbling blocks for any of you. I am just honored to have been with you.

  Thank you for all you've been to me. I love you dearly!

Love,
  Stef

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Thankful 30: Kristina

During the 30 days leading up to my 30th birthday, I am posting a letter a day expressing thankfulness for someone or something that has played a major role in shaping the first 30 years of my life.




Dear Kristina,

  I stole this picture from one of your Facebook albums ... hope you don't mind. It makes me smile to see us getting ready for your wedding. Also, since I posted a ton of pictures of us in this post that I wrote back in April about our friendship, I wanted to mix it up a little with a non-posed shot.

  Do you remember during college when we'd always say to one another, "but that would be easy, wouldn't it?" That's what I think of when I think of the impact your friendship has made on my life. I think of all the times we talked about how we wished things would go or what we wanted to do, but then challenged each other to take the higher road. I think of working through tough issues and wrestling with big ideas together. College is so wonderful and so tumultuous at the same time. Those years are so much about decision-making ... being out from under parents' roofs and starting to figure out how to be on your own. Who to spend time with, how to have fun, how to maintain grades, who to become. I think that you, more than anyone else during those years, journeyed with me over that rocky terrain.

  Thank you for deep conversations, and for hard conversations. Thank you for the way your questions made me examine my own heart and relationship with the Lord. Thank you for being the other half of one of the most honest friendships I've experienced. The way we interacted with each other and dealt with conflict resolution helped prepare me for marriage. I know what I've written so far makes it sound like we have had a super serious friendship, but that is only one facet of it.

  Thank you for being my co-rugby-super-fan. I can't imagine what I would have done with all my time in college if you and I hadn't driven all over the country to watch our friends in rugby tournaments. Thank you for being one of my most creative friends and for all the fun we had with our silly talk show study sessions and sitting on the floor of dorm rooms or our duplex making collages or cards. I love remembering sitting in our room (or should I say, rooms ... we lived together in 4 different ones over the years) and journaling endlessly. I loved our silent retreats we took a few times, when we stayed in that little prayer cabin in the woods. Thank you for being so much fun to travel with - whether it was a 4 day road trip to New York (seriously, what where we thinking?) or our month-long adventure through Europe, we always had such a great time.

  Thank you for being the most constant friend throughout college and grad school, and for continuing to be a friend now. I have loved moving through the different stages of life together, and I look forward to our kids being a little bigger so they can play together and we can have a conversation that's longer than 5 minutes once again.

Love you, friend!
  Stef

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Thankful 30: Kansas City

During the 30 days leading up to my 30th birthday, I am posting a letter a day expressing thankfulness for someone or something that has played a major role in shaping the first 30 years of my life.

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 Dear Kansas City,

  As I have alluded to several times in some of my earlier "Thankful 30" letters, my time spent living on the windswept outskirts of your borders was a tough season of my life. And not just because it was so windy and so flat and there were so few trees, although those things were contributing factors. I have the Ozarks in my blood and you offer corn and wide skies. But I digress. It was hard, as a 13-year-old, to be uprooted from the community I loved and plopped in a place where I knew no one. In my hometown, people trusted me and I had a reputation of being responsible and dependable (at least as much as anyone trusts and depends on a 13-year-old). In this new place, people did not know me or my family. I often felt that my motives or character were in question. I really don't remember ever knowing the feeling of being criticized or viewed with suspicion prior to our move, but I quickly became acquainted with it. It hurt. But you know what, K.C.? I needed a thicker skin. I needed to know that my identity is in Christ alone, not in others' assessment of me. I needed to know that Jesus really is my best friend; and He and I had some sweet times together sitting up in that old wingback chair on the top floor of our house and looking out the window at the yellow field. 

  I am thankful for the independence that I gained during the years I lived in Kansas. I couldn't just go along for the ride with my friends I had always relied on - I had to learn to be more outgoing and to seek out opportunities. I am thankful for the friendships that I gained along the way, particularly Amanda and Amy. Amy wasn't part of the group of friends I spent most of my time with. In fact, she lived nearly an hour away; but if laughter is good medicine, Amy was the Ibuprofen of my heart during high school. Her love for the Lord and contagious laughter were so, so encouraging. She never seemed very concerned with what anyone else thought of her, and was the kind of friend who would send fun letters and notes in the mail. Last year, when I had a very early miscarriage, she was one of the few people who sent a card, even though we rarely communicate anymore. That meant the world to me. Over the course of the four years I lived in K.C., Amanda became the friend that I was with all the time. She always seemed like the anchor of our group of friends, and we spent countless hours hanging out at her house. We were such silly girls, I now realize, but we had such fun together. It has been such a blessing to watch her teenage dreams of marrying her high school sweetheart come true, and to have both had two precious babies who are just a couple of months apart from one another in age. Even though it has been a couple of years since we've seen one another, and talking on the phone is so tough with little people all over the place, social media has made it possible to still feel close to her. Thanks for all of the friendships, Kansas City, but especially those two.

 On a lighter note, thank you for giving me the opportunity to learn how to drive in a city. I have since been grateful many times when I am traveling in other places that congestion and traffic don't bother me much. Northwest Arkansas may be much busier than it once was, but it doesn't provide much in the way of preparation for city driving. Thank you for your art museum, the Plaza, Shakespeare in the park, Theater in the park, the Missouri Repertory Theater, etc. It was so fun to have a high school experience that was infused with arts at a level it could not have been here. I loved it. Thank you for having such a large population of homeschooling families. I would have felt much more like the odd one out as a home-schooled teenager in Northwest Arkansas. 

  Kansas City, thank you for the way you helped grow up my heart. You may have provided some difficult experiences, but it was well worth it.

 - Stefanie

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Life Without Wifi

   So, what's a super-pregnant gal to do when she no longer has wifi in her home? Not blog, apparently. I had aspirations of being able to keep up with a couple of posts a week, but lately all my spare time has been filled up with things other than writing blog posts and then driving to places where I would be able to post them.

 Instead of blogging, here's what I've been up to ...  A couple of weeks ago we ventured to Silver Dollar City for a little team retreat day with the other families/some of our favorite friends who are also in student ministry at our church. While I concede that there are much better times to visit SDC than in late spring when you are 34 weeks pregnant, I was so glad we went. We were quite the crew, with 8 adults, 5 kids (6 if you count Cora), and 4 strollers; but we just took it easy and a few of us enjoyed a lot of downtime in the shade watching little ones while the more able-bodied adults rode rides. We LOVE these families!

The Newmans (their little man sadly got left out of the pic), Lawsons, McLellands & Rolands


   I've also been keeping busy with weekly doctor's appointments. Everything has been going pretty smoothly on the pregnancy front, with just a few hiccups here and there. Liam got fifth disease a couple of weeks ago (a common childhood virus that isn't serious for kiddos, but can be a problem if a pregnant woman contracts it), so that has led to some extra work on the precautionary front. I've had to have some extra labs done and a non-stress test, but as of today my nurse let me know it doesn't appear that I contracted the virus from him. Even if I had, I am far enough along that it probably wouldn't be a big deal ... it seems to be something they watch a little more closely in the early months of pregnancy.


 It occurred to me the other day that working on Cora's nursery has sort of become a part-time job for me these past few weeks. Most of the elements of her room are either handmade, repainted, or thrifted/flea-market-found, so it has taken a lot of time to get everything pulled together. The room still isn't complete, but I'd say we're at about 80% and if Cora waits another week or two to arrive, it should be finished before she gets here. I can't wait to post pics of the finished product, but here's a peek at what I've been working on:

The embroidered alphabet sampler is complete!

An in-process pic of her quilt - I finished it last weekend!

The gorgeous print I ordered from an Etsy seller. It will be incorporated into a photo display above her dresser.
   It has really been so fun taking the time to search for the perfect little touches for her room. I've also been painting furniture, watching the $1 aisle at Target like a hawk, folding & fluffing tissue paper poms, and digging through piles of old frames to try to save money.

  All the while, little Cora has been growing & growing.  I took the pic below at 35 1/2 weeks. I'll be 37 weeks on Monday, and I'm definitely coming into the uncomfortable part of pregnancy. I'm dilated 2cm & 50% effaced, so moving is getting more difficult, and my uterus really loves contracting when I go to bed, so I don't generally feel like I sleep very soundly until about 3am. Not the greatest, but my body feels SO much better than it did at this point with Liam that I really can't complain.


   The most fun task I've undertaken lately, though,  has been soaking up the moments of our last several weeks as a family of 3. We've had such fun with our little buddy lately.


Proudly wearing his backpack into Sam's
Riding a snail during a fun family night
Enjoying a lunch with Grandaddy while Daddy was in Memphis last weekend
 That roughly catches us up to this weekend ... tonight Josh and I are enjoying a little retreat - a mini babymoon of sorts. Liam is at the farm with his Papa & Grammie, and we have a hotel room where we have been taking advantage of the amenities, like cable & internet :) We're really looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow morning ... something I'm guessing we won't do again for a VERY long time!

My favorite little man!



Friday, April 20, 2012

DIY Monogrammed Tea Towels

  The day my invitation to my own baby shower arrived in the mail, my brain kicked into overdrive. I hadn't been sure, prior to receiving the invitation, who all was going to be involved in hostessing the get together. For several days after seeing the names of the 8 women who were helping out, all I could think about was what I could do, on a limited budget, to express my gratitude for them. Hostess gifts haven't always been something I've given a lot of thought to. I know I've given candles at least once, but honestly I can't really remember what I've given as tokens of appreciation for most of the showers I've been blessed with.

  This time was different, though. Many of the gals who helped out with Cora's shower, also helped out with showers for Liam a mere two years ago. They are dear friends who have given so generously to me over the past couple of years: they helped keep my family fed for a full month after Liam was born, they have watched him for me when I've been in a pinch with work or doctor's appointments, they have pitched in to give me amazing spa gift cards for my birthday .... I could go on and on. They are the best. Sadly, I didn't have the budget to get them all the sorts of hostess gifts I would have loved to, but I was determined to figure out something that would be meaningful.

  After searching stores at the mall on my lunch breaks from work and scouring Pinterest and Etsy for ideas and coming up dry, I finally came up with a plan of my own. First, I found these little mini candles at Bath and Body Works:


Bath & Body Works

   The price was right and I was able to find a couple of scents that reminded me of spring, which was the feel I was going for in my gifts: light, airy & happy. My next stop was Target. I have found that the $1 aisle just inside the front door of our Target is often the perfect place to find cheap, cute ways to package gifts. They almost always have some sort of basket, bucket, crate, or box that (with some modification) can be a darling way to present a gift. I was not disappointed, as I was able to find 8 metal buckets that I knew would be perfect, as soon as I covered up the bright pink & blue paint. At Target I was also able to find the plain, flour sack tea towels that I needed for my project. Finally, after a trip to Hobby Lobby for a neutral colored spray paint and a handful of different colors of embroidery floss, I was ready to get to work. Here's a look at what I did.

DIY Monogrammed Tea Towels

  I've been doing a lot of embroidery lately, as I've worked on the alphabet sampler project for Cora's room that I blogged about here. I decided that I would just use the letters from the sampler as my pattern and embroider each hostesses last initial onto a towel. 


   I spray painted my little buckets the almond color, and then I got to work on the towels. I washed, dried, and ironed the towels first, because I wasn't sure if there would be any shrinkage and didn't want the monograms to end up warped after their first washing. Then I traced the designs for the different letters onto the towels. After centering the initials onto the bottom of the towels, I free-handed a simple laurel wreath-like design to give the monogram a more complete look. Cora's sampler is being embroidered in crewel wool, but for this project I chose to use DMC embroidery floss, because I thought it might hold up a little better with multiple washings than wool.

  I started working on these about 10 days before the shower, so during that period of time I did absolutely nothing else during Liam's naps and the evenings, after he had gone to bed. Our house was a little messier than normal, the ironing piled up, and projects for Cora's room came to a halt, but I had so much fun working on them. I loved picking out the color combinations and watching them pop to life. I wish I had thought to take pictures of each of them, but here is one finished product:


 When I was finished with the embroidery, I rolled the candles into the towels, arranged them in the buckets so the initials were visible, and then added a little raffia bow with some leftover silk flowers from my spring wreath as a final touch.


  I loved how these turned out, and for only about $6/gift, I felt that they met both of my requirements: affordable & (hopefully) having some personal significance. Note: Sorry to any of my hostesses who read this for being a little tacky & saying how much I spent on your gift. This project was pretty convenient, since I already had a cute pattern to follow for each letter and since I had learned quite a few embroidery stitches through my work on Cora's sampler. However, if you haven't hand-embroidered before and would like to embark on a project of this sort, there are tons of tutorials with pictures or videos out there. Just google "how to embroidery stitches" and you'll find all you could want to know. Once you know some stitches, you could just find some fun fonts, blow up the letters you need to an appropriate size, print them off, trace them onto your fabric, and then use whatever stitches or embellishments you'd like to complete them. A great thing about hand embroidery is that it is basically doodling with thread on fabric, so once you know some stitches, you can easily create any pattern you like - either by tracing letters/pictures onto fabric, or by free-handing a design.

  Or, you could do what I did and purchase this pattern from Rosy Little Things ( I promise, I'm not getting paid for raving about this pattern, it's just been really fun for me to work on).

 
  It was well worth the $6 that I paid, even if I wasn't planning on making the whole sampler, just to have the different letter designs for various projects, as well as the illustrated instructions on how to work a number of different types of stitches. I'd highly recommend it if this is the sort of thing you're interested in learning to do.

  So there you have it - necessity really is the mother of invention. What about you? I'd love to hear about ideas that you've used and loved for homemade gifts!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Cora's Sprinkle

  This past Saturday I was blessed with a lovely shower (or "sprinkle") for our sweet Cora. I know second babies don't always get baby showers, but my generous friends wanted to help us get a little more pink in our house before our girl arrives. While it is definitely fun and such a blessing to receive gifts, the best part of showers is the feeling of being supported by people I love, and feeling that they are sharing in our joy. With that said, here are some of the pictures of the fun ...

Me with the sweet hostesses: Lynne, Amy, Lauren, Megan, Emily, Kassie, Rachel, Martha & Chanika


The pretty serving table


  In this day and age of Pinterest and all sorts of fantastic DIY/decorating/party-throwing ideas, I feel like a lot of posts about showers are focused on the details of the party. While I love great ideas as much as the next person, and the details of Cora's sprinkle were darling, it really is the people who make events special. I only got individual pics with a few of the ladies who were there, so I know I'm leaving some people out; but I wanted to take this chance to express gratitude to some of the gals in my life, and to God for putting them there. In this first one I am with my friends, Lauren (left) & Emily (right).


  I always call Emily my "oldest & dearest" friend, because she and I have been friends since I was 7. We were inseparable in elementary school & jr. high (before I moved away for high school), and then we were roommates our freshman year of college. We haven't always had the same social circles, so we don't necessarily get as much time together as I'd love for us to, but she will always be such a special friend in my life. She is also the one who designed the beautiful invitations to the shower that I posted here - if I had to designate any of my friends as a domestic goddess, it'd be Em. But in a really classy, talented, Martha Stewart way ... not like an anal-about-scrubbing-floor-boards kind of way. Lauren is married to one of Emily's younger brothers and for the past several years has lived just two streets over from us. Josh and I have been in community group with Alex and Lauren for the past 3 years, and it has been so exciting to share the journey of this pregnancy with them, as their first child (a little girl, as well) is due just 3 days before Cora! Lauren is a labor and delivery nurse at the nearby hospital, and was actually one of the nurses who helped deliver Liam. I love both of these girls dearly, and I'm so thankful for the way God has continued to allow my life to have this family woven into it.

  This is my sweet friend Rachel, who kindly hosted the shower in her home. Rach moved to our area a little over 3 years ago, and is the party planner of our group of friends. We were pregnant with our first kiddos at the same time - she was one trimester ahead of me. It was so fun to have a friend nearby to talk to about all the experiences and questions that come with a first pregnancy, and her Lilly and my Liam continue to be great little buddies.


Kristina is my good friend, to whom I dedicated a super long post, just a couple of weeks ago. At the beginning of the month I attended the baby shower for her second little one, who is due to arrive in just a few weeks. It meant so much to me that she drove two hours just to attend my shower ... four hours of driving really isn't what any woman who will be birthing a child within the month wants to do. I appreciate the sacrifice!


   I have known Martha since sometime in middle school or jr. high, because we grew up in the same church. However, she was a grade behind me and from a town about 20 minutes away ... in jr. high terms that means friendship is pretty unattainable. I always admired Martha from a distance and thought that I would love to be friends with her. Little did I know that one day our husbands would be on staff at a church together, and not only would she and I get to be friends, but we would get to be couple friends, and then even begin raising kids together. Martha is such a loving, joyful woman - she is a constant encouragement in my life.


  Amy and I have only known each other for a little over a year, but that's sort of hard to believe. It seems like she has been part of our group of friends for much longer than that. Her little boy, Bryson, is 8 months younger than Liam, and another one of his best friends. Her family lives just minutes from ours, and it has been so fun to share meals, pool time, and lots of playdates over the past year. She is another one of my preggo friends, with baby #2 due to arrive in October.


  I could go on and on about the hostesses I didn't mention, and the role they have played in my life, as well as everyone else who attended, but I fear that without pictures to keep your attention, anyone reading this would get very bored very quickly. Thanks, ladies, for such a great shower, but even more for your friendship!

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Tuesday Love

 Just a few things I'm loving today ...
  • It's overcast, cooler, & supposed to storm. I'm thinking we're going to make it through at least the end of this week yet without having to turn on the ac in the house. The past two days were a little trying, but now our house is a breezy 73, which is feeling wonderful.
  • Friends who loan friends maternity clothes. Another case of perfect timing, really. At lunch at my friend Rachel's, today, she let me plunge into her tub of maternity clothes & I was able to find some great summer stuff; which is perfect, since summer is apparently starting in April this year. My friend, Kristina, also contributed to the dress-pregnant-Stefanie cause by donating a cute pink dress over the weekend. I'm glad I will not have to wear the same 4 things that I own over and over again for the next 3 months (although my mom did help me beef up the ol' preggo wardrobe at the last consignment sale we went to). What would I wear if it weren't for the kindness of others?
  • This face:


    Last week Liam started doing this bit where he makes some version of this face, tenses up his whole body, and trembles. It's hilarious. We call it "going crazy" and sometimes he'll do it on command, but usually he just surprises us with it. Like today, when I opened the car door to get him out & expected to find him nodding off since it was past naptime ... Nope, opened the door to crazy!
  • Liam's growing interest in Cora. He initiates talking about her more and more every week. Last night he was patting my belly and started pulling on it and asked me to "open Cowa." 13ish more weeks, buddy.
  • The most awesomely perfect invitations ever that my friend, Emily, designed for Cora's "sprinkle" in a couple of weeks (showers for babies that aren't a family's first are sometimes called sprinkles, since they are smaller). Anyway, isn't it beautiful?
 
   She used one of the fabrics from the quilt I'm making for Cora as her inspiration and I just love it. She also designed the invitations for one of Liam's showers a couple of years ago, and I think it is so special to have these keepsakes that a dear, old friend (we've been friends since I was 7) thoughtfully created.
  • How great my husband is. He not only gave me a day off from mom duties over the weekend so I could spend some time in Tulsa with Kristina, he also cleaned the entire house while I was gone. All week I've been enjoying having a totally clean house that I didn't have to work for. That's a good man.
  • That our friends, the Younts, are pregnant!  We have been praying for them for a while now, as they have patiently waited on the Lord during their struggle with infertility. They recently made the public announcement that they are expecting, and it makes me want to jump up and down for them every time I think about it. I know God sometimes allows us to long for things our whole lives and never answers the prayers in the way we hope He will; but it is SO awesome and amazing when His plan is for an earthly fulfillment of the longing. 
That's it - hope you're having a great Tuesday!

Monday, April 2, 2012

Once Upon a Dorm Room

   Early in the fall of the year 2000, a girl I barely knew popped her head into my dorm room and told me a boy she knew liked me, but she didn't think I should date him. That's the moment Kristina and I became friends (and, as an aside, I didn't date the boy). Our freshman year of college we lived on different halls in the same dorm and became good friends. Our sophomore year I was a Resident Assistant in that dorm, and she and several of our other friends moved into my hall so we could all be closer to each other.


  Our junior and senior years we were roommates in one of the duplexes that our school had for upperclassmen. We did all sorts of things together: dressed in crazy costumes, drove all the way from Arkansas to Boston/Rhode Island/New York for fall break one year (we actually had this idea that we should try at least drive through all 48 continental states before we graduated - I think we made it to about 24), worked out, and studied.




  We also went to (what seemed like) hundreds of rugby games together - even ones that involved long road trips across western Texas to get to New Mexico.


   After college we backpacked in Europe together for a month. Then we lived together for another couple of years while she got her Master's in history and I got mine in counseling. At the end of those two years she was a bridesmaid in my wedding. She caught the bouquet.


  A little over a year after that, I was a bridesmaid in her wedding.


She and her husband moved to the U.K., where he is from. A couple of months after their wedding, my husband and I went to visit them. We even spent time with her in-laws.


She came back to the states to visit when she was pregnant with her first child.


And again, when I was pregnant with mine (although not very ... I wasn't showing yet). I got to meet her little Eleri when she was 4 or 5 months old.


She was back in the states when Liam was 3 months old.


  Last year, Kristina and her husband moved back to the states, where they live just two hours away from us. This weekend my sweet husband let me take off for Oklahoma on Friday so I could go spend the night with her and her daughter while her husband was out of town, and then attend the baby shower for her 2nd little one on Saturday. We are both pregnant with little girls this time around - Cora and Lowri will probably be just about 2 months apart in age. We laughed as we laid around chatting Friday night: both of us with big, cumbersome bellies, chugging on our water bottles, and interrupting conversation every 15 minutes when one or the other of us had to go to the bathroom. Over a decade ago, when we were 18 or 19, we dreamed about still being friends when we were "grown-ups". Our husbands needed to get along with each other. Our kids would play with each other. I don't think we had a clue how difficult being a grown-up would be, and I KNOW we had no idea how amazing it would be.

  We may not live down the street from one another (which was another plan we discussed at one point), but it is so special to have a friend with whom I've shared so many life stages and adventures. I'm looking forward to seeing what our pictures look like in another 11 years! (You can find her blog here)


Lowri & Cora's first picture together!

Friday, February 17, 2012

Opening Day

  Today was the much-anticipated (at least in our household) opening day of the 2012 Razorback baseball season. For the past several years we've had the opportunity to get a great deal on a portion of season tickets to the games from someone who works at the church with Josh. It's been such an enjoyable investment to make, as we both love going to games; and since we have 4 seats, we have so much fun getting to bring friends or family along.

  The game today was by no means Liam's first baseball game: he came to many from inside my belly during the 2010 season, and we took him to several Razorback and Naturals games last year. However, today was the first game he's attended that he's been able to anticipate and (sort of ) understand. And by understand, I mean that he knew it was a baseball game and he got really excited about yelling things like, "Coach!", "Throw!", "Miss!", and some of the players' names.


 We took the above picture when we first got to our seats, while he was still a little nervous about all the noise and about "Ribbie", the mascot, who was dancing a little too close to us - at least in Liam's estimation. By the end of the first inning, though, he had warmed up to the atmosphere and had resumed his current favorite activity of asking, "what's that?", about everything he saw. Liam was also really excited when our friends joined us. He loved patting Matt & Martha on the knees and pointing out the "coach" to them, and we all loved getting to experience their little guy's first baseball game with him. Though one might think that the idea of attending a baseball game in February sounds miserable, it was actually a pretty perfect day: overcast, low fifties, content (and adorable) kiddos, and the Hogs won 11-5. What more could you ask for? Woo Pig Sooie!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

... For Friends We Love

 Today I'm thankful for the wonderful people God has graced our lives with. I've always felt that I am incredibly rich in the number of people I deeply care for and who care for me. I had a fun post-birthday dinner with sweet girls tonight and came home to some good conversation around the fire pit with Josh and our friend, Tripp. I'm thankful my heart is filled to overflowing so often by the love of friends.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Woof!

 My, how things have changed since Liam was a chubby little alien for Halloween last year.





 This year Liam was a puppy because a) we needed him to somehow fit with our crazy costumes for our fall streetfest at church last Wednesday; and b) he absolutely loves dogs. 
He makes a pretty cute one, too ...


We spent the beautiful, perfect-weather evening hanging out and eating chili with friends in the Bogue's front yard. It was so fun to see all the little princesses and army guys and spacemen that came strolling down the sidewalk with their parents. Amy & I say all the time that Liam and Bryson look like brothers, and I'm pretty sure that we could send this pic in our Christmas card and convince people that we had another child 8 months after Liam.


We're gonna have to teach those two boys to be KIND men, because those baby blues are gonna be lady-killers.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Girls Weekend & Goals Update

I love my little family SO much. I am quite content to spend the huge majority of my time with my son and husband. This is probably why, in the 5 years I have been married, I have never left for a girl's weekend with friends. Never, that is, until this weekend.

One of my dear friends, Becky, turned 30 today; and her request for her birthday was for a few of her friends to head to Orlando with her for the weekend. On Thursday evening Becky, Sally & I got on an Orlando-bound flight and met up with Sally's sister, Kim when we arrived at our condo. It was such a fun weekend. I've known all 3 of these girls since grade school, when we all performed in church musical productions and babysat in the nursery together.  Even though I wasn't close friends with them until we were all older, I have always enjoyed and admired each of them, and it was such a treat to get to spend 3 days together. It should be noted that we all really missed our friend, Ginny, who we wished could have been in attendance; but she's been really busy doing things like meeting her sweet daughter, Lena, in Ukraine. And that is definitely an amazing reason to miss a girl's weekend.

We didn't take too many pics of the weekend, as we were too busy sleeping in, outlet mall shopping, laying by the pool, and eating to bother with cameras. (Sort of reminds me of my trip to Cancun with Josh ... I promise all my vacations aren't so lazy, just the ones that don't involve my tiny child waking me before dawn).

Me (with glowing eyes), Becky, Sally, & Kim
It was so fun to get to relax with sweet, laid back gals who love Jesus and just talk for hours. Thanks, Becky, for wanting a birthday gift that was really a gift for all of us.

12x2012

 I think I should do a weekly update on my goals to help keep me motivated. So, here's the hard, cold truth:
1. I did not read my Bible over the weekend. I was gone, forgot to pack it, and was lazy. I followed through on the other 4 days of the week, though.
2. final fabric came in for quilt, but no work was done.
3. no progress on piles
4. no progress on winter wreath, but Becky & I decided we will make them together
5. I read a couple of chapters in Don't Make me Count to Three
6. I printed off the registration form for the exam and filled it out
7. We had a WILD playdate at our house with Bryson, Joel, Rocky, Fischer, and Lilly and their mamas last Tuesday
8. no progress on Christmas stockings
9. I washed about half of the windows before we left - the ones that had blinds installed on them while I was gone
10. no progress on pallet seating
11. no running. at all. whoops.
12. no progress on Liam's book

Not horrible, considering I was out of town for several days, but I need to get in gear if I'm going to get half this stuff finished. My goal for this week is to be more faithful with numbers 1 & 11, and to complete numbers 6 & 9.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Worth the Hassle ...

 This week has been absolutely exhausting ... a three hour drive to Little Rock. Two nights in a hotel room with a 10 month old. Two days of Josh trying to entertain said 10 month old while I attended a conference. Three hour drive home from Little Rock. A full day of trying to entertain 10 month old at our friends' lakehouse. Shading him from the sun. Sitting inside with him so he can happily play on the floor while everyone else is outside fishing or playing ladderball and bag-o. Fussing and crankiness because his schedule is messed up and it's hard to nap in his pack-n-play in a strange room. Leaving the lake early so he can sleep in his own bed while the other couples stay and spend the night at the cabin. Coming home to duffel bags, a dirty house, and piles of laundry from being out of town most of the week.

It's a lot of work, this whole business of caring for a child. As we were driving home from the lake this evening I couldn't help but think how much easier the week would have been if we would have just stayed at home and stuck with our regular schedule. Our house would be clean(er). Liam would have gone to bed earlier and slept later. We would have gone to bed later (because we wouldn't have been stuck in a hotel room with a sleeping baby) and slept later. It would have been easier and WAY more convenient.

He was this excited about the hotel room for about 5 minutes. For the remainder of the two days we were there he was completely bored with it and did NOT want to be there.

BUT, Liam and I wouldn't have had a fun dinner date at Whole Hog with Carol and her sweet girls while Josh helped John paint a sweet old lady's kitchen. Josh wouldn't have gotten to spend some time with Del, one of his very best friends. We wouldn't have had a fantastic dinner with the Spensts & Sarah & Matthias (so sad Jason & Hiba had to stay at home). We wouldn't have had a fun lunch at Chick-fil-a with the whole Pollack fam. We wouldn't have enjoyed an absolutely gorgeous day by a beautiful lake with our community group that we love. We wouldn't have gotten our first sunburns of the spring and come home smelling like wonderful dirt and leaves and fresh air.

Dr. Del, Burt & Liam. Glad Josh took this great pic, sad we didn't think to take pictures with any of the other fun friends we spent time with this week.

As much as I wish it could all be sunshine and rainbows and giggles, making fun family memories with a kiddo is a hassle. I guess it would almost always be easier and more convenient not to take the trip or play the game or make the craft or read the book. It would always be easier to figure out the optimal schedule and activities for his developmental age and never deviate. BUT, we would miss so much.

It's a hassle, but it's worth it.