day fifty.nine

so cold and grey. you can feel the ice chill your bones.

day fifty.eight

father and son walking to church.

day fifty.seven

date night at denny's. note. that is not me nor anyone i know in the photo.

day fifty.six

yet another snowy day here

day fifty.five

heaven on earth.

day fifty.four

a day home today. vacation is next week and to be quite honest i'm not looking forward to spending all day home with our three year old son. to love him is an understatement but to put up with his defiance of late is nauseating. so i'm racking my brain of things to occupy our time together. even taking a long road trip is tempting, but a little far fetched. so this week, like today, i've limited our time out to reserve it for vacation. our day was filled with games and tv and snacks and reading. meltdowns unseen.

day fifty.three

waiting

day fifty.two

deep conversation

day fifty.one

old decrepit barn door. i think there is still beauty in the seasoned and weathered and forgotten.

day fifty

basking in what warmth we had yesterday

day forty.nine

one of those mornings. my son screaming at me before seven. my tired body refusing to comply with the rising of the sun. my lack of desire to do anything has overtaken me. kind of fitting that i read psalm 31 this morning hiding under the covers while my son calmed himself down.
'have mercy on me, Lord, for i am in distress. tears blur my eyes. my body and soul are withering away...sin has drained my strength; i am wasting away from within...how great is the goodness you have stored up for those who fear you. you lavish it on those who come to you for protection, blessing them before the watching world.'

day forty.eight

frequented this place when i was younger and we lived near here.

day forty.seven

after a few days of a slowly draining tub i decided to put on the role of plumber and attack the clog. i am sick and tired of the plumbing in this house. i've had my arms elbow deep down a pipe too many times to remedy over flowing toilets or drain pipes that stop flowing altogether. it seems to happen at least twice a year since moving into this old home eight years ago. my husband is never home when it needs to be fixed so i tackle it alone, now with the assistance of a three year old. the nerve-wracking part is putting the elbow pipe back on and praying it doesn't leak. there was much success the first attempt and it was dry as a bone. i refrained from taking a photo of the rat sized clump of hair that was the culprit.

day forty.six

strawberries are a tad sweeter when you receive them as a valetine's day gift. even more sweeter when a jar of melted chocolate is on the side. thanks, my love.

day forty.five

just another day at the office.

day forty.four

someday.

day forty.three

puzzle time

day forty.two

waiting while dinner cooks itself.

day forty.one

tree laden under the burden of snow

embrace the camera

our son embracing mr. bear

day forty

taking a break from playing ball with dad.

day thirty.nine

we woke up this morning to everything white. the trees on the hill were so white they melted into the gray skies. perfect time to grab the camera while i drove our son to school. on the way home my eye caught the vibrant red doors of this white shed.

day thirty.eight

story time with grandma. i remember the comfort my mom's lap. laying on it during a long church service. curling up in it when i was sick or sad. she made all that was wrong and disconcerting go away. now my son and her other grandchildren take place on her lap. nestled in close to feel her warmth. to soak in her tenderness. thank you mom.

day thirty.seven

'God has made a home in the heavens for the sun. it bursts forth like a radiant bridegroom after his wedding. it rejoices like a great athlete eager to run the race. the sun rises at one end of the heavens and follows its course to the other end. nothing can hide from its heat. psalm 19:5-6 [nlt]

day thirty.six

breakfast preparations using a well loved, consulted, weathered cookbook

day thirty.five

we can feel the weight of the snow upon us. pressing in all around. there's little to do during winter when you have a child who doesn't last very long outside and the thought of getting him dressed for outside is depressing. i sometimes feel like the wife/mother in the movie 'the shining' who is cooped up in that massive hotel whose son is screaming 'redrum' up and down the halls. now today. instead of letting our son turn the living room into a gymnastics center i took him to one that has free play for $5/hr. let him purge himself of that pent up energy. and now i am the one finished. with all this snow and unpaid days off of work. bring on the forty degree temps and mud any day. at least then i can begin to plot where to place my garden this year.

embrace the camera

i ran across a fantastic blog, the anderson crew, hosting "embrace the camera" where people link up photos of themselves with their loved ones. thought this was a great way to capture something so rare in our home: me and my son. voila.

day thirty.four

and who knows whether you have not come...for such a time as this? {esther 4:14} my heart rests with the truth that GOD has a plan for my life, so much better than i could ever dream of. right now it is to be a wife, mother, daughter, friend. i pray i live up to His wants and desires for me and not taint my life with mine own.

day thirty.three

the two huge pine trees in our back yard. picnic table buried. taken at night. one storm was over, another was looming. i love how the sky looked navy blue.

day thirty.two

time to create.