I sat on my living room floor that night with friends wrapped all around the room and ten children bouncing and booming all through the house. The conversation, noise, and laughter made it feel like home. A house is just a house, but a home is something entirely different. And that cold January night, we were home.
The word pressed into my heart with every beat right now is contentment, contentment, contentment. I’ve spent the past few years with so much wanting. Wanting more, wanting different. Not all wanting is bad. Not all having is good
I look back on my early days of motherhood and marvel at their passing. How many times did an older mom say, “it goes so fast.” It does and it doesn’t. Those years were long and hard. And yet, now that they’re behind me, I feel those older-mom words burning a hole in my retrospective heart — it goes so fast.
Thirteen years ago today, I stood in a wheat field and married my husband. Today, Darren is at work and I’m home with our kids. I’ve spent the day putting away laundry, washing dishes, and cleaning up an unreal amount of glue from a rogue craft project. It’s just an ordinary day. Out of the...
Sitting on the edge of my bed this afternoon I wondered, might I rejoice and grieve at the same time? Might I deeply feel a loss while also marveling at what sprouts in the soil of that loss? These questions spring from a quick exchange with friends. Friends who are some of my dearest. Friends...
Seasons turn to dust. And then rain comes. And with the rain, what seems dry and dead, comes to life again.
Central Massachusetts My husband and I sat in a small apartment in Florence. Across from us sat Luca, from whom we were renting the apartment for the week. Together, we followed his fingers across a map of the city as he showed us where to go and what to do. The apartment was fully furnished...
Central Massachusetts This is a strange situation we find ourselves in, isn’t it? At the beginning of March, my family took a trip to Florida. We arrived home ten days later and the world seemed to be upside down. I remember going to the grocery store to restock our fridge and pantry, thinking I’d be...
Central Massachusetts 2019 is going down in flames over here at the Andrews’ house. Honestly, the last eight weeks have been a slow burn. It figures though, because I chose a word for the upcoming year and that word is surrender. I knew in my gut that was an iffy word to run with —...
Central Massachusetts I can picture nearly every detail of my mother’s hands. Her long, slender fingers. The shape of her nails. The freckles sprinkled across her olive skin. I can picture her knuckles and the faint lines of age that scatter like rivers of time across the once smooth surface. I think of all the...
So good to hear from you! Your home is absolutely beautiful. So inviting!
Thank you, Elaine! 🖤