Vignettes

DSC_0007Me: “I have to get up to shower tomorrow.”
Travis: “No you don’t. You’re not going anywhere.”
Me: “Yes, I do. There are ladies coming over.”
Travis: “Are they ladies who shower?”

(Thanks to my husband for always being supportive of my less-than eagerness to wash my hair most days.)

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The other morning, while Edith was playing outside with some other children, a loud airplane flew low over the backyard. Edith’s little head popped up and she watched the whole time it was in her line of sight until it disappeared—her eyes wide, a big grin on her face, saying something to herself that I couldn’t hear from inside the house. Probably “Airplane! Whoosh!” over and over and over again. I love to see her noticing things—her eyes bright, and her face turned with complete attention. I love it. I want to foster that in her, to teach her to see things and notice things and giver her full attention to them. It is good for me to remember that she will best learn this act of noticing from me. It is a weighty thing, this job I have of being a model for another person to imitate.

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Processed with VSCO with c2 presetOn Sunday, during communion, when Edith usually says (very loudly): “Jesus here!”, this week, she said: “Jesus read Frog and Toad?”

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I am glad that whoever planned my house thought of the sunshine. It comes in the large, back doors, first thing in the morning, as we are still working on waking up. Then it moves a bit and spills through the big window on the other side of the dining room, warming our breakfast and getting in John Henry’s eyes as he bounces in the kitchen doorway. Then it warms up the whole house, all afternoon, through the huge front window. I live for light, and this home has given me so much. It is making up for my first three years of lightless apartment living.

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As I tried to communicate to Edith the dangers of running into the road, I told her one time that the cars would “get her.” Ever since, she would say “cars get you street.” “Trucks get you street.”

“That’s right, Edith,” I would say. “The cars will get you so we stay in the yard.”

The trouble is, she has taken this very much to heart and every time we are in the front yard and she hears a car coming down the road, she crouches in the grass and looks around like she is expecting it to jump off the road and tackle her to the ground. Now she won’t even walk in a parking lot with me, holding my hand. “Cars get you,” she says in tears, again and again, until I hold her.

Mom fail or mom success? I haven’t decided.

Daily (I)

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Now that I have a home with sunlight and space, my succulent aspirations—and slight gardening aspirations—are emerging. I have a big pot of herbs on my front porch and little succulents are making their way around different spaces in our home. Edith especially enjoyed helping me pick out a few.

Edith continues to grow and change very quickly. She is attempting to say new words every day. Her repertoire includes “kaka” (water), “rafe” (giraffe), “duck,” “kack” (quack), “chee” (cheese), “ba” (ball), “bubba” (bubbles), and “hi!” (said very enthusiastically). She has the sign language for please down and is often seen vigorously rubbing her chest. Many times we don’t know what she’s asking for and if we ask her what she wants she will just do the sign even more intently. She just began nodding her head “yes” and understands when we ask her if she wants to go outside, upstairs, or for a ride. Often she has no idea what she is saying yes or no to, but it is quite cute. She also just started trying to sing along with us, so I have been trying to pull out those rusty children’s songs. Thankfully Jesus Loves Me is still firmly in my mind, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember This Little Light of Mine besides that one line.

We also have a water baby on our hands. She loved a brief stop at the campus beach along one of the lakes. She arrived in her little outfit from the morning (we had plans just to look), but as soon as she saw the “kaka!” her enthusiasm was too much and before long she was crawling and splashing in the water. She left with nothing on.

We are loving the Michigan cherries—there were never cherries in Durham, so it is awfully hard to turn them down whenever I see them. There are daily stained outfits thanks to the juice, but I almost relish the chance to simply run to the basement and pop in a load of wash. The cherries also remind me of home.

North Carolina Snow

_SMO4692 copy copyWhen I was a little girl, I always loved overnight snowstorms—the kind that start right as you are climbing into bed and it’s just a bit too dark to really make out the flakes falling from the sky. I loved the anticipation of waking up the next day and pulling up the blinds to an entirely new world. The magic still hasn’t worn off, and we had just that kind of snow last night. Maybe the magic is also that we are in North Carolina—somewhere I never expected to get six inches of snow and days where the city entirely shuts down. Duke is closed for the day, so we are fully embracing this snow day with fuzzy socks, a pile of blankets, and lots of coffee.

Being grownups

Processed with VSCOcam with k2 presetGrowing into adult life feels a bit bumpy at times, and I often feel like grown-up life is forced upon me, especially in the form of bills and grocery lists and my least favorite: empty gas tanks. I drive until the gas light comes on, and then I usually try to make it a few more days before I fill up at the pump. I text my husband if I find a low gas price and then mourn the days of not even knowing to check gas prices. But one positive about spending a little money because an empty tank necessitates it: credit card points.

The other night, Travis took me to an amazing new restaurant that recently opened here in Durham, all on the tab of our credit card company. It felt like we were living the high life, eating incredible Asian fusion tapas in a lovely new restaurant. We had such a lovely evening, and I will remember that amazing food for a very long time. Those are the times I can get used to feeling like an adult.

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Heading east

Processed with VSCOcam with k2 presetWe said goodbye to Dallas and drove away a few days ago. I always knew that life with Travis Lacy would be an adventure, but I did not expect that to mean moving again ten months into marriage. However, we are thrilled to be heading east to Durham and to Duke. I feel like I am going home as the green hills and forests of the east feel like old friends.

In a month or two, I think I will be able to look back on our time in Dallas and this time of new transitions and actually think through all of it. But for now it feels like we are caught in a whirlwind and we are just holding on, trying to make it out on the other side with a pretty little apartment, jobs, and a life in North Carolina.

As we blow across the country to a new place, I am happy it is with Travis and to a time where I think he will find great fulfillment and joy in his studies. Even more, we are thankful, now and always, that we have a foundation in this whirlwind, and that He provides a harbor and a hope as we enter this new season.

Surely goodness and mercy will follow me

IMG_20140513_181638Tonight, we opened a bottle of wine and ate frozen yogurt after signing papers to officially turn the rest of our two-year lease over to a subletter. Since December, I have battled fear and unbelief, wondering why we would be called to leave and then seemingly kept here by a lease.

But once again we are tasting the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. The timing is perfect, and we are so thrilled to have lovely subletters and a confirmed date to leave Dallas and head to Durham. Surely, the Lord cares for His children.

When I taste your goodness, I shall not want.
(Audrey Assad)

Weekending

10154225_10201790849073697_5562582971233142142_nThere is something perfectly refreshing and simple in spending time with people who speak your language—who know where you come from and why you love the things you love.

Bond has been one of my dearest friends from our time at Hillsdale and she is the only of our friends who calls my husband “Trav.” We loved our weekend with this college friend turned bridesmaid turned long-distance kindred spirit.

Going from a close, tight-knit community like Hillsdale to a huge city of traffic jams and strangers makes weekends like this just the food we need to keep persevering. We slept, ate lots of delicious meals, talked and read and laughed. We dreamed of grad school and publishing books and giggled about the imagined personalities of all of our college friends’ future children.

And now this morning at school in this big city, I don’t feel quite so alone because I have been reminded that there is a friend five and a half hours away who is trying so hard to love her students and to teach them beauty, who is reading the same books, loving the same things, and whose prayers are joining with mine.

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