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The week away, the week within.

With stories full of seashells and salt and "I'm sorry"'s,we've returned to our Kansas plain life. We've made this trek a few times now, added children and bags and freckles and frustrations and mishaps and laughter each time. And with each time we've come to believe this sacred time we've been given is less about "getting away" and more about diving into, less about landscape and more about learning, less about scenery and really just another way to share life. Because what we've found for ourselves, our own, is when we step back from the busyness, the distraction of our normal rhythm, we've found firsthand there's not as much to hide behind and instead we are challenged to face head on the complicated, the endearing, the imperfections, the essence of what we're going to choose, who we're going to choose. And so these are my photographs, my film, my memories made tangible from days spent just a little closer to each other. This is what I'll remember when as their limbs continue to extend, their bodies grow bigger, their dreams grow greater, a mother's heart made art through the lens. And although just like a wise man once said of all of social media, what is chosen to be posted and shared is just our highlights reel, because it doesn't hold a lot of what became evident, a lot of what needed to be worked through, the travel glitches, the time zone change, the shift in routine, the inner workings of leaning into love, this highlights reel still holds what is worth being refined for. And though it's not usually easy, pretty or simple, I know I'm left here, humbled, grateful, joy-filled learning to choose them.

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The rhythm of living, exploring the love of learning together.

September has slipped away into history already.And another chapter has started, the fourth year of somehow finding ourselves in this rhythm, calling our life of learning- school and because it is mostly together- homeschooling. I've shared over coffee with friends my own story of childhood of sunrises and books in the treehouse and tending baby chicks all with my sisters followed by a few years in private education, even some in uniform finished up with four high school years with its sports and proms followed by state university and then back teaching for years in the public schools. So all this to say I know trials and joys will be found in any system, there's no perfect teacher, no perfect setting, no easy road.

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A drizzley Fourth of July in suburb streets with firecrackers and sparklers and friends.

It poured all morning.But we piled in the garage with cousins and grandparents and made summer food and played in the water and laughter was the summer soundtrack. And then when the clouds finally gave way to golden light, we lit firecrackers and sparklers and lit up memories with the besties our children are growing up with. This was the Fourth of July of 2017 in suburb streets with firecrackers and sparklers and friends.

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Kansas plains and summer sun and a couple days back where their daddy grew up.

Kansas plains and summer sun and burgers at Braums and breakfast outside and harvesting Papa's garden and freckled cheeks and sunscreened skin and water slides and picnic lunches and jungle gym-ing and baby wearingand a field trip in a rented fifteen passenger van and lots and lots of back porch rocking... these were a handful of the memories made back where their daddy grew up.

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The Motherhood Project

I don’t see this as having been a perfect day. In fact, it would be far easier to look at what was left undone,laundry unfolded, projects, conversations unfinished, kisses ungiven. But these were the seconds of the hours of the years I spent doing what we’re all doing - Doing my best to be faithful with the opportunity I’ve been given. And so like a stone into the sea, I throw myself, the all of me into each moment, hoping and praying and trusting for ripples to extend and reach and multiply, and join into what is far greater than me.

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The ridiculous things we do that kind of still make my world go round.

Sometimes we have to do those things that make our kids giggle because someday they'll probably roll their eyes. And sometimes the hassle is worth it because these days are in essence, priceless. And sometimes piling all in the bed with matching pajamas and barefoot toes, fur and first baby dressed to the nines as well, while  completely unnatural and totally ridiculous when it's all of us together, loud and squirming, it's what makes my world go round.

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