when words fall out

I’ve had a hard time keeping up with my words lately. Not because I don’t have any, I have so many I don’t know where to start. This season of life feels full in a way I’ve never experienced before. Full of opportunity, possibility, vulnerability. Full of freedom yet fully weighted down.

Ollie Farms
No, you're the finished bonus room of the #34stproject. No, you are. No, you. #OMG
It's time for the Third Grade Rocked My Socks Off kick off to summer party! #thisiswhatialwaysimagineditwouldbeliketobeamom
Thai style stir fry bowls with carnita pork thrown in. #inmyface
I love the dance of this chaos. #thankful
Twinkly lights up: summer is actually here. Party soon, you're all invited. For the #studio - thinking about changing the siding to a vertical line and painting it a deep brown/olive with cream trim. New doors (thinking a small custom french door for fron
Cheering on Emma and Sophia at Girls on the Run!
boys in the yard
Fun with friends and neighbors
Fun with friends and neighbors
Memorial Day Parade 2014
Last official #before photo of the #studio #tinyhouse. Tomorrow she gets some jewelry. #corrugatedmetalroofing #newsiding #electrical
I like this chick.
Overwhelmed with my new summer schedule. But this makes me feel better.

For the past few years, especially months, I’ve been stuck in the limbo of before. Before the final product, Before the After photos. Before the walls come down. Before the change is seen.

I’ve been wading in the during, dust, remodeling a life, remodeling homes and a work experience and a feeling of what Belonging means to me. I’ve been in it, I’m doing it. The work is happening, the seeds have been lain.

After has felt like an idea, not a destination. It’s been a carrot in front of me for so long that seeing beyond the string is so entirely new and unfounded for me it’s overwhelming.

Mom-pile! #everyonewins

And I’ve learned it’s more than a destination. It’s just now. Every morning is always the morning after the one before it.

And for me, that’s all I need.


Here’s to more evidence of the afters.


I keep thinking the flowers on the trees will disappear over night. For the past 9 nine days I’ve been mentally making plans to go down town with my camera JUST to capture this time. The essence of spring, of something new. Like the ribbon on a well wrapped gift … once it’s taken off, you can never really get it back. Not the way it was.

But I drive past our main road every day and those trees with their white flowers are still bursting with surprise.

Frederik Meijer Gardens

It catches me off guard, every single time I see it.

I drive the roads flanked with tulips, still on display. And I notice the flowering trees in full bloom. I see the carpet of green on every lawn, not yet have I seen spotty brown grass. Everything is lush. It’s just full. Everything is reeling in the aftermath of this really harsh winter and maybe I never really paid attention before, but this year it just gets me.

Spring Break 2012

Like a beauty that I had forgotten. Something I wondered if I’d ever experience again is finally here. It’s renewal, but it’s lasting.

That’s what keeps surprising me. It hasn’t gone away yet. It hasn’t melted into the melody of greens and garden boxes. It’s holding on, as if to tell me …

Volksparade 2014

… she was worth the wait.

jail break

I’ll run away to the trees. The big ones, wrapping their way around the earth like liquid roots. I want to smell their fragrance and touch their furry bark. I want to sit on their limbs, sprawling and climbing, I want to feel wild and small and I want to pretend again.

I want to run the aisle of asphalt cut through the thick of the forest. The yellow brick pattern of left and right, of order and chaos.

I want to go.

On our way up the mountain

Just let me go.

hide and go

There’s beauty every where you look, but
mostly when you aren’t looking

It’s not hard to find. In a magazine, your dreams.

But it evades your earnest search, your seeking heart
when you’re looking too hard for the wrong kind
of beautiful.

Look inside first.