The end of 2010

To everything there is a season, and
a time to every purpose under heaven:

A time to be born, and
a time to die;
a time to plant, and
a time to pluck up
that which is planted;

A time to kill, and
a time to heal;
a time to break down, and
a time to build up;

A time to weep, and
a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and
a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and
a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and
a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and
a time to lose;
a time to keep, and
a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and
a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and
a time to speak;

A time to love, and
a time to hate;
a time of war; and
a time of peace.

Ecclesiates 3: 1-8

What will the New Year have for us? What will our Lord have for us?

funk

I am in an after-Christmas-funk. It may be an after-Christmas-before-New-Years-funk, I am not sure.

Our house is full of stuff that needs to be put away, some of it is new and needs to find a home, but a lot of it just stuff that needs to be put away. Dishes from two nights ago (and everything since) sit in the sink wishing someone would just wash them already. New toys sit with old toys wondering what shelf will be there home. This two-week old cold is still resting in my sinuses hoping to be banished by the New Year. Do I sleep, or put things away? Either way I feel like I need more time. Part of why it is so overwhelming is because there is just so much, when I try to start in on one project another catches my eye and I am paralyzed by it all. This is a serious case of post-adrenaline-shut down.

I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes, The FUNK is all around us.

I trust the energy will come back...

Happy Birthday Jesus

Joy to the world, the Lord is come!

read to me

her love for books is infectious as she climbs in a lap and asks, "will you read to me, please." (if only it was that polite...these days it is more of a demand...but you get the picture!

presents

Every morning, every time she walks past the tree, every time we come indoors, every time she thinks about it; she asks if she can open her presents. She has no idea they aren't all for her.

Indulgent

Ever since I got the cd of our wedding photos from the photographer I was unhappy that he didn't capture this particular pose; a replica of my grandmother's bridal portrait. I wore her dress for my wedding too and thought I had the pose down in my head and tried to explain it to my photographer but the shots were just off a bit. I decided I wanted to do something about this missed opportunity so I hired a photographer to take a bridal portrait, 5 years later.

My friend, Carrie, who I have worked with a few times came to mind and she was totally up for it. We got a glorious fall day with bright sunshine- which is good and bad for photography- and we danced around the National Mall, National Gallery of Art and Capitol Hill till the sun went down. It was a lot of fun and quite self-indulgent. Everyone treated me like I was a bride for the day (they had no idea I was about the celebrate my 5th wedding anniversary), a number of tourists captured pictures with me, and Carrie got some fantastic shots.

a moment

these moments are inspired by the moments over at SouleMama

Introducing: Niles

As is our tradition; the Mister has named our Christmas Tree. We would like to introduce you to Niles, he is a 6'-7' Frasier Fur brought to us by the Home Depot, his scent is lovely and his branches full.

a moment

moments like these make me love her so much.
"I read my doll baby a-book" she exclaims.
she is a nurturer. she loves her doll baby.