Grateful for: Desert, campfires, bacon and pancakes, lattes, wool socks, sunglasses, and down. Also: Jared’s hands that keep my hands warm, how Kobuk blends into the desert, sore muscles from many hikes, and showers that wash away layers of dirt. More photos of our Moab trip, soon! Continue reading
Sometimes… …when you’re so engaged with the people you are with, you forget to pick up your camera. Which is how we came home from a whole road tripped week to Michigan (with stops at the g-rents in Nebraska) with only a sequence of photos of Kobuk and his new bff, Amelia, playing in the … Continue reading
Favorite moments squeezed in right before I left: blueberry picking and a canning lesson from my mom. A sweet time and breakfast (cinnamon roll french toast. yum) with my Grandpa. Lunch with a friend before I boarded my aeroplane (with 20lbs of blueberries). Michigan in the summer can’t be beat, especially when there to celebrate … Continue reading
I traveled to the mitten to celebrate the 90th birthday of my Grandpa. In celebration of G-pa, there was a great family shindig at the lake with campfires, s’mores, swimming and tubing. We topped off our celebration of Grandpa with an open house. Sometimes the best birthdays aren’t your own. Continue reading
A week ago, I got to venture back to mi to celebrate my grandpadre’s 90th birthday. Still processing our family adventures and the goodness experienced in this trip. Grateful for floating, ice cream, donuts, and this family. Continue reading
This has been, quite possibly, the longest May in the history of all Mays. Grateful for lessons learned through perseverance and prayer. Two more sleeps in Southern Illinois (and just in time–it’s starting to get all hot muggy and buggy here), one in Missouri, and then, as I told Kobuk, all our sleeps will be in Colorado. Hope … Continue reading
The mountains. Mountains capture me. When I was 12, my family took a 3 week vacation to the southwest, and I remember being fascinated (and impatient) as we drove towards a mountain range (why weren’t they coming closer, faster?!) because they were so new and so different than Lake Michigan. After living in Bishop, California … Continue reading
the rugged range 