love lived here

We moved. It's been four months now, and it's starting to feel like our home. But before it was our home, it was home to one of the sweetest, gentlest women I've known. To live here, where so many memories have been made, where so much love has been shown, where so many people have come & been refreshed & prayed for, is an honor.

She always said, (and I think she had an idea someday we'd be the ones to live there, since it's right on the farm), "I just hope whoever lives here after me loves this little home as much as I do."

 We've done some work to it: resided, painted, tore out the overgrown landscaping, put in new floors. And it doesn't look exactly like her house anymore. But I still hope that the love that lived here keeps living here. I hope that whoever comes through our newly painted robin's egg blue door feels as treasured & loved as they did when she was here. I hope that I can appreciate the cozy little house as much as she did. I hope the birds keep coming back for food. I hope the neighborhood feels as comfortable "just stopping by" as they always did. I hope the mint keeps growing wild. I hope the dreary gray days of winter are kept out with bright lights & music like they've always been. I hope memories of joy & family will keep being forged here. I hope that as much prayer will be made for others. I hope contentment radiates from me as much as it did her. If this can be our home's message, I will consider our mission fulfilled. So stop by, anytime:).

 The rest of the photos are of the "remodel" process. We had so much help! I am thankful, as always, for two big families that never fail to step up. Thank you, all who helped! Call on us when every room in your new home needs painted...

 

This little girl was very involved with the process. And always discovered the joy of "Grammy's" house just a jaunt across the road. I'm grateful she can cultivate a close relationship with the Grammy across the road, just like her dad did. Sometimes it's hard that it isn't both sides of the family right across the road, but we are where He wants us.

 

We painted every square in of surface in the house except for the walls in one room. I didn't want to see a paintbrush or roller again for a long time after we got done! But it refreshed the walls & gave us a new canvas to make our own nail holes in:).

My stepdad Dan is an electrician & whipped up some can lights which dramatically lit up the living areas! It made such a huge difference.

Wherever there was carpet (everywhere but the kitchen & bathrooms), we put in laminate wood flooring.

 Thankfully, there was only wallpaper in two rooms: the master bedroom & kitchen. We toiled to get the border off in the bedroom (thank you, Wendy, master of old home remodels & stripping wall paper), & decided we'd just paint over the wallpaper in the kitchen!

 We sprayed some texture over the wallpaper to match the rest of the home's textured walls & patched the wallpaper seams with putty to hide them, then painted over it. It looks great to me!

We are still settling in some: I've hardly put anything up on the walls yet. The front room has me scratching my head about what to do with it. (office? play room?) But we feel like we've come home. And I know it's due to the sweet lady that first made it a home where love lived.

**I'll try to post a tour of what it looks like now sometime this spring.

coast trip a family of 3

Not having expectations is something I'm working on. Too many times I let my expectations ruin what would otherwise have been a very enjoyable experience. Maybe it's more about letting go of control. But I'm working on it.  #workinprogress

But the other weekend we took a spontaneous trip out to the coast as a family of 3.5. It was just right. Ideal even. But maybe that's just because I had no expectations to begin with that were just ripe for dashing.

The sun shone. Fiona cooperated beautifully. (Although I've definitely shifted my expectations to what cooperating is for a 2 year old: it meant, she took a nap, didn't thrown any major tantrums, & let me scarf down my meals without too many demands to wander or leave the table.)

 It was just so fun to be a family of three. We haven't taken many opportunities to do outings as just the three of us, mostly because we have so much family that is fun to travel around with (and built-in babysitters, cough-cough). So it felt different to be so few.
We strolled the sidewalk in Depoe Bay, searched for whales (didn't spot any), & ate lunch at one of the best views on the coast.

 I didn't really have any expectations of doing much. One thing children will do is force you to take it slow. Walk slow, notice every shell, every bubble in the sand, pick up sea wood, backtrack, & explore it all again. It's a good lesson. And she even took a nap on the beach which meant we had to bask in the sun til she woke back up. oh, bummer:).

 Trips to the coast definitely are different with a pint-sized tagalong. But the wonder & joy she got out of each new little discovery was a privilege I never knew I'd enjoy so much. Little coves & rocks, that I wouldn't have even noticed, let alone find beauty or adventure in, were untouched worlds of wonder to her. Adulting can be so jading & busy. We miss the miracle of the little every day. Unless we slow down & take time to really see. I'm thankful (although at times frustrated by) for Fee's deliberate & slooow exploration of her surroundings.

We came home happy, closer & refreshed that a family of three is pretty awesome. I suspect a family of four will be pretty awesome, too. Although it might take shifting those expectations again & learning to take things even slower, I'm sure;) And maybe a little time to settle in til we attempt another spontaneous coast trip.

Fee 18 months

 since I've blogged, never mind a whole post dedicated to Fee. Here are a few photos from a couple days of trying to capture this spunky, sweet girl. I keep thinking I love her so much, there's just no more for more. And then, there's more. Here's Fee at 18 months in photos & random little bits about her I don't want to forget. 

She's a quick, active little thing. Her little sprouty pigtails fit her perfectly. After a nap, they sprout even more, like little bug antennas. So sometimes I call her "Bug". Sometimes "little stinker" is more fitting. Mostly she's Feezy Wheezy. She even calls herself "Feezy". 

 She's pretty opinionated. And quick to lash out. But she's just as quick to offer a kiss & tight squeeze of forgiveness. She says, "Please," & "thank you," & "bless you, mommy" when I sneeze.

 Anytime we get in the car, we are going to "Grammy's house". I love that she calls Dar's mom "grammy," just like he called his dad's mom, "Grammy".

 She looks nothing like I did as a toddler, & lots more like her Uncle Riley.

 She has a thing for apples. And my ratty blankie from childhood. Our night time routine is tucking her in bed with the blankie, a bottle filled with water, & a prayer. She is easy to get to sleep, but wakes up usually once a night for a bottle refill (if you would've told me when she was born that I would still be getting up at night a year and a half later, I would've cried). "Eggies & bacon" are her favorite breakfast, & she'll eat a whole one of each. Even though she's just 19#2oz, which puts her in the 8th percentile for weight.

 She is small but mighty. If she could pick her outfit everyday, it would be her favorite owl shirt with rainboots & her coat.

 She takes just one nap a day now, & I find myself so excited for her to go down for it, & just as excited for her to wake up from it. She's my kitchen sidekick & knows which cupboard the snacks are in. There is little that makes her more pleased than to "help mom": I let her set the silverware & throw trash away & put shirts in her drawer.

She is my favorite Feezy Wheezy. I'm not sure what I did before she came along, but I am so glad she's here, challenging me daily, watching my every move, & loving me wholeheartedly.

home

Home. A word that is so complex & full. I’ve been thinking a lot about home lately. Not least because we just made it “home” for an extended, glorious, harvest stay. It was just lovely. My favorite trip home yet. It’s so hard to live away from family. Yet, I know I’m where I’m supposed to be. Here in Oregon, I’ve had the most sense of belonging I’ve had in my life. I always blamed the itchy feet on a sense of wanderlust passed down from my forefathers. I never quite felt like I had roots in any of the places I’ve lived. A new place always beckoned just over the horizon. until now. Oregon feels like home. (All photos are from our recent trip to IL with the friends & family we love so dearly.) 

 It would be hard for me to leave it. Not that I never would, or never will, not if God calls us elsewhere. But it has become home to me. I feel guilty sometimes that I feel more home here than in my childhood state. Or than in the place where my family originated. Or away from my own family. What’s wrong with me, I wonder, sometimes. It’s not that I never get homesick for my family, or quilt-square comfortable miles of cornfields, or the woods & creeks that were my childhood. I do. But I can’t go back there either, not to what I remember anyway. Life hasn’t stopped for them either. Trees have fallen, babies have been born, friends have moved, my old bedroom has a new coat of paint. I would return only to find my spot has been filled. And that is okay. There are times I just don’t know if I can bear it, to be missing out on all the little life events, the growingups of my precious nieces & nephews, the subtle everyday life happenings that end up being the most treasured memories.

When those feelings of homesickness overwhelm me, when the 2,000 miles feels like an impossible barrier, I find comfort in another home. Our real home. The one we are all waiting for. The one where distance is nonexistent, where separation is no more. Where time is forgotten & those we love will all be there, at our fingertips, by our sides. Forever. I won’t be living two places at once. My heart won’t be scattered across this country anymore, little pieces left wherever I loved & lived. It will be whole again & fuller than I can imagine. Heaven. Our true home. The home we were made for.