i came home from the grocery store last night exhausted with nothing to show for my work save a box of hamburger helper and a bag of ham-b...

in a few short weeks, robert and i will be leaving our little cottage, following a little different path that will hopefully lead us soon...

wow. it's been a while, huh? i don't know what caused this funk. this little hiatus that ballooned into a downright break. fro...

    ...will be spent mugging on this sweet face. who stayed up past midnight with his babysitter, waiting for me to return fro...

these are the lightning days. the flashes of busyness and hurry that accumulate into storm clouds so full that sometimes they...

i came home yesterday morning at an hour more atuned to morning than night. only two before i usually wake. from a night on the town with ...

some days, most days, i see the beauty in this pretty little world. i get home at just the right time to see the sun cut across the ...

      i'm getting spoiled by these late afternoons. where the sun shines dimly until past nine. i'm getting too used to ...

gray clouds have shrouded our corner of carolina this week. but yesterday afternoon was different. there's a sweet sip of time before ...

love, at bible study last week, when we went around the room and listed each person's gifts, i teared up before i began to speak. all ...

if you were to walk up those carpeted steps, sliding your hands up the old oak banister, you would turn left and enter my old bedroom. if th...

i always love those gorgeous instagram collages that bloggers post of their daily lives. the ones where the light's hitting the coffee c...

love, there was an evening when we were in the car driving back from somewhere--the memory escapes me--and we started discussing our lists...

there's something beautiful about a sky with scattered shades of gray. the way the dark melts into the white and swirls into the tree br...

i know this isn't a trick of gravity, but it's just fun. and somehow relates to my post. we may or may not have let this stand for t...

  pablo says: this is fun, but let's get out of the house soon, k? my throat feels like a thousand tiny daggers are doing a rain dance ...

the sight of my eyebrows in the bathroom mirror confirmed it. the neat arches had given way to furry little blobs spawning renegade hairs,...

i blame the airport scene. the rush into arms. the rose bouquets. i blame the hallmark store at my local mall, and every song john mayer w...

 is this the more adult, less scandalous version of the backseat of the car? either way, it's one of my favorite places to be.  smashed...

it has started. the slow process of packing up the ornaments and folding up the tree. of storing the stockings and dusting off tabletops. ...