Shall we meet?

The tricky thing is with blogging, I thought I truly could just chatter away about my house, my kids, and keep most of my life hidden. I still think it's always up to you how much you share, with your neighbour, your friend, your mate, but I do know every time you do open up a bit, you have the opportunity to speak into someone else's life. Let people know they are not alone in what they are going through, and you are opening up the opportunity to have other's speak into your life. It can feel scary, that vulnerability, but it's where things can happen. Any time you share, you are susceptible to criticism, words that can be sharp, but we need to remember we need to open to heal, as well.

Yes, my mug is pleased to meet your eyes. Ignore the messy pony tail and the teeth grit, love my daughter, face, it's the first photo I grabbed from our recent holidays-or for you Americans-vacation. 

We recently took a roadtrip through the mountains deep into the warmth of British Columbia. My little girl, who has only known open skies and wide, emptied spaces, was quite distressed most of the trip. "How are we going to get out of the mountains? I can't see out! I don't like these mountains! Daddy, how are we going to get out of here?" The two year old mind doesn't grasp that her Daddy will drive her out, that it will only be a few days while we are visiting here. What is a few days to a two year old? I imagine that's what my pleas, quietly prayed during the dark, tears stream down my face putting my baby to sleep, are like. "Daddy, when will be out of here?" Really, there are no shortcuts in grief. We just need to remember there is so much to live for. We need to peer deep into those green eyes when they are tugging off of your shirt, "Mama, you not talkin'?" Remember there is so much to live for. When the towel is shoved in my face in the bathroom to hide my cries from the patters of feet outside, remember---there is so much to live for. Those babies are full of life. Amen?

Almost one!

Allow me to open my curtains a little further. It helps us to understand one another a little better by learning more about each other. Thank you for walking with me in this ol journey. 


1-When I was a little girl and allowed to pick out a treat at the grocery store, I always chose beef jerky. 


2-My children have filled my heart more than I could have ever fathomed. 

Wilder than ever, she's been roping her rocking horse, dragging it across the living room, dropping it onto it's side and branding it with my mix master attachment. What would happen if I had a boy?

3-I am in the evening years of my twenties. 


4-I drive a truck with car seats tucked into the back. When my big girl was starting to talk full sentences and a friend pulled up in his car, she asked, "What is that Mama? What is that baby truck? Aww, it's so cute! It's for babies!"


5-I could play catch for hours and wish I was on a baseball team at this crazy stage in life. 


6-I'm reading another Pearl Buck book; love her books.


7-I've started four different points and erased them. It's not that easy to open up. 


8-I don't want it to, but it drives me nuts when people say anyways, Safeways, or that they are driving on icies roads. Whaaaaa?


9-I've never ridden on a public bus in the city, just our big, old yellow school buses as a child. 


10-I get my haircut in a neighbour's basement, there may or may not be guns hanging on the wall down there. It only struck me the last time I was there how awesomely redneck the entire situation was. I love it.


11-I just got a phone I can text off of. Does bag phone mean anything to you? How many girl's from our high school packed those around driving those country roads. Jenny Keet, hmmm?


12-Our community is familiar to grief, hardships, and tragedy. It rejoices together, and mourns together. I do believe it's a unique place and often when other's from away peek in, they comment on the place we live. 


13-I think nothing looks finer than a brand new white pair of ankle length sports socks. The whiter, the sweeter.


14-I was born in a small hospital, where the Dr. didn't even make it for my arrival. I was the New Years baby, but born in the middle of the January.


15-I am wildly nervous meeting new people and would rather just stay home. 


Drop fifteen points about yourself on your blog and let me know you did, I would love to pop by and peruse. Introduce yourself if you haven't before, you don't even need a google account, just leave an anonymous comment and sign your name. 


Thanks for having coffee with me this morning, it feels good to do life with friends.