Saturday, October 16, 2010

the boys club


Uncle Johnny, Theodore, Grandpa Morrow. Buffalo, MN
"He who walks with the wise grows wise..." ~ Proverbs 13:20

Something tells me our winter arrival will fit in just fine with the family.

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All the boys are just waiting to include him in on the adventures.

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Tuesday, October 12, 2010

deodorant-wearing monkey boy

Teddy, we are so glad you're ours.
You really are the best, our funny little monkey.

Monday, October 11, 2010


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CWs along my Red River bike route. Grand Forks, ND

I'm convinced that when the breeze blows through a Cottonwood tree it creates a distinct whisper. A sound different from the rustles of an Oak or Maple. Growing up on a lake in central Minnesota, I heard the Cottonwood whisper often. The shoreline was abundant with the huge old trees. My neighbor had a hammock that hung in small grove of Cottonwoods and whenever they were out of town, I'd sneak over and lie under the big trees dreaming dreams and praying prayers. Their limbs always felt like an embrace. When I was older and going for runs around the lake, I'd take care to note the biggest and most beautiful of the trees along my route. The Cottonwood was the tree of my childhood. My dad has since moved from the house I grew up in, but I was touched to see he planted three Cottonwoods at his new home. I think he missed the sweet softwoods. Below is a photo of our home right after it was built in 1980.


Yesterday I went for a bike ride along the Red River and couldn't help but stand in awe of the enormous Cottonwoods along the trail. Their leaves once again creating a notable sound, shaking and shimmering in the autumn air.

A memory rushed through me as I biked along:
* summer following 6th grade.
* lying on a pink blanket under the Cottonwood in my backyard.
* praying that the boy I'd so desperately crushed after the last nine months would return my sentiments at the start of a new school year.
* my mom coming out and offering words of understanding, easing my junior high heart ache.

The whisper of the trees brought me right back to that day....and I like things that remind me of my mama.

Sunday, October 10, 2010


Portland Farmers Market. Oct. 2010

Home sweet home on a delicious Sunday morning. It's been a busy week playing catch up after my wonderful time in Portland last weekend, so I'm looking forward to a still day. This morning is hushed and perfect. My husband is peacefully sleeping next to me and Teddy boy is curled up in his cribie dreaming sweet baby dreams. I love being the first one up in the mornings. It means Ryan is home, as I'd never be up before him on a workday. But I'm rambling and the point is to share a few lovely Portland photos....

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I had such a beautiful weekend. The perfect mix of adventures in a new city and relaxation with my nearest and dearest. To spend time with Lindsey, Reggie, and their new pup (by the way, they are fabulous puppy parents!) was precious. And now they're ENGAGED! Yes, that's right! I left for home last Monday and on Tuesday evening Reggie popped the question! I'm SO excited for this sweet, sweet couple. Wishing them a year full of beautiful blessings as they prepare for the big day next summer! And SERIOUSLY, how cute are they...


Lindsey and Reggie, thank you for all the thoughtfulness and sweetness. You are so kind. Love you mucho mucho and can't wait until Christmas!