Starting this Monday

So this past Saturday we had some friends over to hear from Merrily Bright about nutrition. It was a nice kick in the butt. I know it's easier for me to make good choice with nutrition and exercise (thank you Chrissy) if I'm not alone. Having a few people show up and be on the same page was quite encouraging. Having a husband who prepares raw good tasting food is also a big bonus!

So if you're still reading, are in the Kansas City area and are interested in nutrition then consider coming over on Monday evenings. This week Sean is going to do some raw food demos. Raw food can be intimidating (or boring if you are eating a salad 2x a day). We make a few things that are really easy and would love to show you how. Next week we may watch a DVD on nutrition or maybe make more raw or very nutritious food.

If you are interested let me know. This Monday we'll need an RSVP and everyone to pitch in $5 to cover the cost of the food. If you would like to come let me know by Saturday. If you can't come this week but are interested in coming another time email me or leave a note in the comments.

Oh...and you should know... we don't eat all raw food. Sean bakes bread HELLO! REALLY REALLY GOOD BREAD!

First and Second Try

I got tired of my normal Bible with it, so I decided to make it a bit more interesting. What I saw in my head and what actually happened were two different things. Here's the first attempt:



It didn't turn out the way I wanted, so I tried again with a different design. Please excuse the poor photography. That's what a $65 digital camera from craigslist will get you.

Praise Be to God!

 

Little Aubrey Weaver was born today. We have patiently waited for this little one to be born. At first it seemed that she was trying to come too early...then it seemed like she wouldn't come soon enough! Well today on January 28th Aubrey has her Birthday. Praise be to God for this little one who is so loved.

I Can't Help Myself

Have you met him?

This is my husband. He's more fun than anyone else I know. He made sourdough pancakes a few weeks ago. He knows that pancakes are my love language.

Cuz They're Just So Fun

 

For the Gramas

Havah has rediscovered her jumparoo.

Havah was a bit grumpy yesterday. At random she looks at me. Big tears well up and she sticks as many fingers in her mouth as she can fit and comps down. Her dad got out the guitar to distract her. She LOVES music.

 

She also loves her busy box that Gram got for her. Only she doesn't stay busy all that long. Maybe 10 minutes. Maybe...

 

 

Another funny face

 

Havah's been practicing funny faces this week. This is the face she makes when she thinks I'm going to put food in her mouth.

Judah Dressed Havah Today

 

 

 

More Photos

 

 

 

 

There's a Little Black Spot on the Sun Today

It's hard to believe it's been a year. It's been a year since my dad passed away and a year since he was buried. I remember feeling so silly at his funeral. The funeral director spoke. He didn't know my dad. He kept calling him "Brother David". If he had known my dad he wouldn't have called him that. It was really humorous. It was cold that day, so we decided that we wouldn't follow the casket out, but meet them at the grave site a little bit later. When we got there they had already buried him. As we pulled up I told my mom and everyone else in the car how I thought this had been a big waste. My dad would have preferred to have been sunk in the lake. They all laughed in agreement.

This year really has gone by so quickly. It wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be, but there were moments that I didn't think were bearable. I'm so thankful that my mom has been able to spend this year with her grandkids, kids and brothers and sisters. I'm so thankful for her brothers and sisters (and my dear cuz Paul). They came down to Alabama for the funeral, drove to North Carolina when her house sold and packed the moving truck and unloaded it into a storage unit in Cincinnati just a few days later.

I miss my dad. A year later and the pain still feels like it did yesterday. Maybe it feels more real now or hurts a little more now. I'm not sure. A good friend told me that when his dad died he looked at his wife and said that he was too young not to have a dad. I can't ever imagine that there's an age that feels appropriate, but at 24 I feel a bit ripped off. I would have liked for my dad to have met Havah and teach her to say "yes", not yeah. I would have liked for him to come see my house and tell me how to fix the grass. Our grass is in REALLY bad shape. I would have liked to have a few more years to make some more memories. I would like to have just a little bit more time.

I'm feeling quite sad, but I'm also feeling thankful. I'm appreciating family more. I'm thankful for relationships. I'm thankful for friends and for conversations. They all mean a little bit more now.