daily photo

April 16, 2015


My grandpa passed away peacefully this morning, after his children made the decision to honor his wishes not to be kept alive by machines if there was not hope for recovery. 

I can’t wrap my head around this. 

Daily Photo – March 20, 2015

Today is the first day of Spring. The equinox. We celebrated under a blue, blue Nebraska sky. 

The changing of the seasons is such a beautiful and powerful thing. Quiet and profound. The seasons of our lives are like this as well. But since they don’t follow a predictable calendar, it can be easy to miss the ending of one season until the new season is well under way. 

Every season has its purpose. I’m glad this one is about rebirth. 

Daily Photo – March 8, 2015

What? You couldn’t tell these were little mermaid pancakes? 

Me neither. 

Making pancakes is kind of our thing. She has loved them since she was little. They are a weekend treat. It started with hearts. then Easter bunnies. Then people. Caterpillars. Butterflies. Now the little mermaid. 

Some days they turn out pretty darn good. Other days, they look more like this. 

But you know what? She loves them anyway. When she looks at one and says, “What is that supposed to be?” I ask, “What does it look like?” And she always has an answer. 

Because it isn’t about them looking like the perfect Pinterest Star Wars art pancakes. It’s about listening to her ideas and asking her opinion and creating something together. It’s about turning something ordinary into something magical. Together. 

I can only hope she will have as fond of memories of pancake art as I have. 

(I’ve included a few throw-back photos of pancake adventures past. )

Daily Photo – March 7, 2015

My sweet little one has officially reached the smiley stage. She smiles when she sees me. She smiles when she hears voices. She smiles at anyone to talks to her. See that chair in the background of the photo? The other day I caught her smiling at that chair. 

She smiles at everything. Except the camera. 

Daily Photo – March 6, 2015

We drove an hour to have lunch with my teacher and friend who I hadn’t seen in almost a year. She is one of those people that I’m so grateful to know for so many reasons. She has the biggest heart and always makes me laugh. 

One of the things I love most about her is that she keeps in touch. Not a ton, she is busy. But just enough. She reaches out to connect. She makes the effort. 

It makes me feel special. Really special. That this person I admire so much wants to hang out with me enough to initiate the connection. 

I have a lot of these people in my life who I admire, but it is usually me reaching out to make the connection. Sometimes, in the dark of hormones and winter and stress, I let myself feel sorry for myself that I am always the one reaching. I let myself wish that I was someone that all these amazing people wanted to be around, as much as I want to be around them. I let myself mourn over the fact that if I didn’t keep reaching, the connection would simply cease to exist. 

But then I stop assuming that it’s about me. I stop taking it personally. Because it isn’t about me. 

There is a big part of me that wants so badly to be the kind of person that people want to seek out.  But then I think about how good it feels to have someone seek out time with me. And I wonder if it isn’t better to make someone else feel that special. Perhaps it is better to be the person seeking others. Reminding them that they are valued. That they matter. 

It is a gift to have those people in your life who make you feel special. And it is a privilege to be one of those people to others. In the end, it’s not about what you get from your relationships, it’s about what you bring to them. 

Oh look! Another post!

Let’s all take a moment to celebrate the fact that I managed to find the time and energy to write a blog post!

There. Now, back to business. This will be boring. The sole purpose of this post is to attempt to organize my brain. Hey, it can’t always be about you you know.

This blog is a catch-all for the day-to-day parenting moments. It’s a diary that I’m just casually putting on the Internet for everyone to read. It might be funny or rant-ish or boring or snuggly or inspirational. And it might not be. But it will be real.

Post will be sporadic. Probably frequent because I usually have something to say. But no promises.

There is one practice I have cultivated in the past that I found both meaningful and helpful in cultivating a consistent writing practice. The practice involves posting a daily photo with a brief description/story. I love taking photos. I love capturing little moments in a day. I love the idea of having them compiled somewhere. This is that somewhere.

So if you see the “daily photo” tag, that’s what it is.

I think I’ll go post my first one right now. Later gator!