Lucky Number 7!

Sweet Karoline,

Today you’re seven. SEVEN! I say this every year, but I’m just not quite sure how the time keeps going so fast. 

Karoline, I’m sorry we’re knee deep in house work and transitions on your birthday. I’m sorry you won’t wake up to balloons for the first time. I put up two banners, made you a sign and hung some ribbons. I think it looks fun, but it’s still not a balloon. 

I’m sorry I forgot to get the one gift you asked for. I hope you will be excited to pick it out on the computer tomorrow and that the three gifts you have will make you happy. I’m sorry I’m not a Pinterest perfect party throwing, frugal but fancy kind of mom.

My sweet girl, I’m trying and failing and yet you keep loving me. To be honest, I don’t always feel worthy of your love. However, I know you’d never want me to feel this way. Because that’s you, my daring, you’re a ray of sunshine. 

I have a plan and I’m not sorry to be giving up social media for the summer so I can focus on our family. I’m not sorry I give you non-processed foods (most of the time), hate sugar and put you to bed early. Because I’m trying to do my best for you.

Motherhood is hard for me, and yet you just keep rocking the kid thing. You’re extremely intelligent, fun to be around, kind, beautiful, polite and precious in every single way. 

My daring, you’re incredible. 

When I was little my live in nanny was from the Philippines. She once said, in her culture, age seven is a big deal. At age seven a child has all the personality traits and behaviors they will have for life. My love, if this is true, then you nailed it. Your daddy and I are so proud of who you have become! 

My prayer for you, on your seventh birthday, is to always have courage and be kind - and to know Jesus and your family love you. Always. 













It's Starting to Feel Like Home

Just like that our house is starting to feel like a home ...
Insulation
Alex was wondering how Tim could put the soffit and fascia up without there being a deck floor.
My precious curly haired loves.
He did a great job and I love the color with the bricks!
Drywall was next!

The brick is always running in the background ... only about 17,000 more to go. 
Drywall continued!
Our first home cooked meal (via hotplate) in the house was left over chicken noodle soup.
Tim asked me what I wanted the railing to look like. I found something like this on Pinterest and he made it come to life!
My shiplap dreams...
are coming true! This is the mud room, coming in from the garage.
This is the half bath off the mud room.
An accent wall in the kitchen. The coffee bar will go below those light switches.
Accent wall in the master bathroom.
Tim trimmed out all the windows, doors and installed the baseboards. I love that he is willing to put in the time and effort to make the little details I dreamed about a priority!
The view from Alexandra's West facing window is one of my favorites. On a clear day you can see Fremont Peak so well!
Shadow puppet fun!
We went back and forth on what to put on this fireplace wall. In the end my dreams of shiplap became a reality. However, my favorite part of this photo is, and always will be, the man casting the shadow. 

Timothy Joseph, 
you are an amazing provider. Two years ago I asked you, "What do you really want to do? What is your dream job?" You responded, "I've always wanted to build houses." My love, you're doing it. You're not just doing it, you're crushing it. The girls and I are so PROUD of you. Thank you for the tireless hours of labor and love that you're putting into our home.
The last two years have been hard, harder than we could have imagined. We felt led to make a change and the smile on your face when I see you working on our home has made it all worth it. Moving into this home will be a huge accomplishment. 
Where you go, I'll go. I love dreaming and conquering with you.
I am beyond thankful you make me the builders wife. 
This is just the beginning!

Teaching Blessings

This week I have been overwhelmed by the blessings teaching has brought into my life. The blessing have come in the form of relationships.

I miss my girls tremendously when I'm at work. However, this week I've made room for God to show me I am where I am supposed to be. In doing so I have been overwhelmed with a thankful heart. I am thankful for my co-workers and thankful for my students. My students are precious, precious kiddos. Many scoff when they think about teaching high school. I believe the joke is on them, our students are amazing. They all have so much to offer and I am thankful for each and every student I had and have the opportunity to know this school year.

This week I asked my freshman classes to write a two stanza poem in the rhyming scheme of ABAAB, the topic was up to them. I began to wonder if I could do the task I had assigned to them. I could, thankfully! I was able to summarize the gracious heart I've been filled with this week. This is what I came up with.


                 Hidden Blessings


When I chose this job I thought I knew what I was getting myself into.
I might not be the most rigorous teacher my students will ever have.
However, I have always known for sure, the thing I knew I could do;
I could show them their worth, show them grace and love them through and through.
At home, they may be loved by many, I’m learning many of them are only loved by few.

I’m lucky you see, 
I always thought I wanted to have a lot of kids.
Lately I say with more confidence, I’ve already experienced my last pregnancy.
But this year, children surround me like the leaves of a summertime tree.
My prayers have been answered and my blessings came to me in the hundreds.