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A Bundle of Myrrh

"My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh." Song of Solomon 1:13

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{Pretty, Funny, Happy, Real}

Thursday, January 30th, 2014



If it’s Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real fashion you want then you’ve come to the right place.


Clara is clearly “the boy” if you couldn’t tell.


Or maybe it was just Beauty and the Beast?


{Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real}

Thursday, October 24th, 2013

 ~ Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life ~

Every Thursday, at Like Mother, Like Daughter!


It’s Fall, who doesn’t feel a little more Pretty, Happy, Funny and Real during Fall?



Around the corner from the parsonage is my favorite tree in town. The babies like knowing that this is my “favorite tree”. Last year I waited too long to walk over here to let them run around in the beauty of colorful crunchy leaves so even though I should have been cooking supper and even though the wind was gusting at 35 mph, I wanted to get out of the house and watch as they ran here and there under my favorite tree.




{Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real} – Being Here

Thursday, May 9th, 2013


~ Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life ~

Every Thursday, at Like Mother, Like Daughter


Yesterday was a beautiful rainy day. I stood at the backdoor looking out, watching the drip drip of raindrops falling into a pan left on the swing set. And I really wanted to be out there.


On a day like this one, grey, cool and wonderful, I wanted to breath in the wet earth, to splash and not care about the mess of muddy shoes, damp shirts, pants and hair soaked.

So I took the babies out.

After the big girls went back inside I sat and held my big boy. He watched the birds and the cars and I watched him. His chubby fingers. The little curl on his right side that wraps around to his ear. The mile long lashes.


He was thrilled to be damp and cold. To jump in the wet grass, to kick the drain pipe and get mud on his boots. To be the big brother to his “DeeDee” who toddled right along trying to do everything he did.


And I got to watch it all.

I must do this more. Get out of my kitchen, out of the laundry room. I must add “Sit, Watch, Listen” to my TO DO list.

Cuz really. How could I not?!


But the weight of my anxieties, the strain of all the noise, the chaos that suddenly breaks out, the messes made in this house keep me “head down” plowing through all that must be done to keep me sane.

But does all the “doing” keep me sane?

This summer I’m challenging myself to “do” less. To sit more, read more, play more and see what happens.

Sit, Watch and Listen with me HERE.





{Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real}-Eighteen Months Old

Thursday, March 21st, 2013

Linking up with Like Mother, Like Daughter

 ~ Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life ~


Our baby girl is 18 months old. This one really snuck up on me. In my mind she’s still about 14 months but then I find her doing things that loudly announce she is definitely getting to be a big girl!

And like all my babies, she is a Pretty, Happy, Funny little one.