When my plan differs from God’s plan.

I knew we wouldn’t live here forever, but I was hoping for at least five years.

I was also hoping for our kids to be two years apart in age, but we all know that didn’t happen.

And I was even hoping we’d be living in a warm, sunny place (aka: Florida) but I believe that didn’t work out because we are meant to be here, in the mitten. Continue reading

Is this called nesting?

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Endless cleaning, prepping, organizing and trying to make everything perfect for baby.

Is this called nesting?

Yeah–probably. But at 24 weeks? I’m going to drive myself crazy for the next 15 weeks! Continue reading

I’m in a rut.

I feel like I haven’t written in ages.

It has been 24 days.

Here I am, still not having anything to write but feeling confident that as I sit here, typing, the words will just come. I’m going to take a stab and say I’m in a writing rut.

And quite possibly at the same time…a momma rut. Or a life rut. Continue reading

Seeing PINK!

As most of you know, we had our gender reveal party this past weekend.

I definitely had mixed feelings because with my first pregnancy, we didn’t find out the gender, and that was amazing. I loved that. I loved the not-knowing…

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Summer catch-all

I know it’s officially autumn already, but these unusual hot Michigan temperatures keep making me think we’ve been given a few extra weeks of summer.

To close summer down, I am going to share some of our favorite summer locations, products and memories.

Locations:

Pentwater, Michigan.

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Let go, and let God.

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There has been a lot on my mind lately.

Especially with all that’s going on in the world, and with my generation…and with the upcoming generation that my generation is raising.

I find myself sitting on the couch watching my son play with his dogs. He’s so gentle resting his head on her, then one moment later he whacks Lillie in the head and then laughs. We are trying so hard to teach him to “pet nice,” and “be kind.” Sometimes I think he understands, sometimes I think he chooses not to. Continue reading