Choosing joy, each and every day.
Does anyone else love scrolling through the "Memories" posts on Facebook? It's usually how I start every morning and love seeing what we did as a family years ago. 2 years ago yesterday on June 20, 2016, my husband and I decided to go hiking. For the first time. One kid was at camp and… Continue reading It’s all an adventure . . .
Saturday was the most perfect day. It was just the core four. My people. My son who's about to turn 21 and my daughter who's about to turn 13 and my amazing husband and me. We ran around an amusement park like little kids. We rode our favorite roller coaster three times. Twice in the… Continue reading Party of four
I chaperoned a field trip recently. Let me specify… I chaperoned a middle school band field trip recently. To an amusement park. On a 90 degree day. I had seven kids in my group and I only knew the names/faces of four of them. Even before MS, I’ve never been good with names and faces,… Continue reading When Grace Runs Out…
Race photos crack me up. They catch the true awkward that is me. Like this: I mean. What is this even about?? What am I doing? Who knows. And then the last mile I took off and finished without my crew and the cameras caught this little gem: I mean, am I giving a little… Continue reading Photogenic?
We had a lovely race this morning. Perfect weather, sunny, temps in the 50s, and awesome friends and this guy by my side. We are sleepy and sore, but our hearts are full ♥️. Thanks so much for the prayers and well wishes today! They were certainly felt! May is full of recovery runs and… Continue reading 13.1 and not done!
It's the night before the Derby Mini Marathon and I'm struggling with a random swollen/sore foot and weird back pain. I'm feeling nervous. Like maybe I've forgotten how to run entirely and maybe waking at 5:00 am on a Saturday to run over 13 miles is the dumbest thing ever. As I'm mulling all of… Continue reading Weakness
Dear 33-year-old me, Hi there, friend. I see you standing there, forcing a smile with that precious 8 year old girl of yours and all I want to do is sit down with you and have a chat. You're carrying a huge burden. Or rather, lots of huge burdens. You're still struggling to forgive your… Continue reading Dear 33-year-old me
