Favourite week.

Christmas was busy and crazy and exhausting and now it's the week leading up to the new year is completely different. It's late nights and sleeping in. It's eating leftovers and Christmas cookies and too much chocolate. It's pjs and coffee and baileys before bed. It's watching movies and de-cluttering the house. It's taking down the tree and dreaming about the new year.

It's my favourite week of the year. 

It's also a time of reflection. What went well this year? What am I grateful for? What were some of the themes in my life over 2015? What do I want to bring with me into 2016 and what do I need to let go of and leave in 2015? What do I want to be different in 2016? What are my hopes and dreams and goals for 2016? Who are the people I need to surround myself in order to help shape 2016 - people who will sharpen me and shape me and make me better? What word or words sum up the kind of year I would love 2016 to be? What fears and discomforts do I want to lean into? It's a time to dream big dreams and pray new prayers.

I love these kind of questions. They energize me.

I think what I love most about a new year is the freshness of it all. A chance to begin again. A clean slate. An opportunity to write a new story, a new script. It's full of hope and possibility.

This week reminds me that life is a gift. I think of Mary Oliver's words, “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” 

If you're into this kind of stuff like I am, here are some fun links you can check out.

My sister Lauren bought me a five year journal for my birthday earlier this month and I love it. It's a lovely cloth bound journal. Each page has five spaces for the same date over five years, so you can look back and read about what happened on that same date one year ago, two years ago and so on. You can write a few sentences about what you did that day, what you learned that day, what you're grateful for, a quote that spoke to you or whatever you want. http://www.amazon.ca/5-Year-Diary-Black-Cover/dp/0977648133/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1451415420&sr=8-1&keywords=five+year+diary

This cloth bound devotional book feels great to hold and its content reads like a breath of fresh air. It's about savouring life and beauty and family and frienships. It's about living abundantly. Shauna's writing reads like you're having coffee with an old friend. Did I mention that she includes recipes in the book? http://www.amazon.ca/Savor-Shauna-Niequist/dp/0310344972/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1451415478&sr=1-1&keywords=shauna+niequist

I like this 2016 printable that Ann Voskamp put on her blog:

http://www.aholyexperience.com/2015/12/this-is-the-year-when-new-year-resolutions-feel-hopeless-you-want-some-soulutions-free-printable/ 

Are you familiar with the idea of choosing a word for a new year? Or perhaps letting the word choose you? Ali Edwards explains that in greater detail here: http://aliedwards.com/projects/one-little-word

I'm leaning toward choosing spaciousness as my word for 2016. We'll see...:)

As always, I love Donald Miller's stuff. Check out this amazing PDF download for free: http://storylineblog.com/2015/12/30/start-life-over-reminder/?utm_campaign=coschedule&utm_source=facebook_page&utm_medium=Donald%20Miller&utm_content=Start%20Life%20Over,%20Reminder

Lastly, one of my New Years goals is to participate in this free class that Brene Brown is offering on trust. Check it out if you're interested:

://www.courageworks.com/shop/classes/the-anatomy-of-trust

Bring on the new year!

Christmas gratitude.

Here we are. It's December 24th. Christmas is most definitely upon us. 

It's the most wonderful time of the year and sometimes if we're honest, it's stressful and chaotic and emotional too - because life is beautiful and complex and messy all wrapped up with a bow. It's hard to tell where one begins and one ends. Right?

This morning, I took a moment to breathe a little deeper and jot down a few things I'm grateful for. Sometimes I need to just put pen to paper and remind myself of what's true. It does me a world of good.

Here's Eva reading on the front porch just an hour ago. In December. Wild. Hello 13 degrees.

Christmas baking from this past Monday. Hence the shortbread I was eating :)

When we took this family photo, our photographer suggested a spot up the hill from our home where the light was amazing at 6 pm on a Wednesday in October. She said, "let's go chase the light". That's just what we did and I love the photos because of the light streaming in.  Within moments of the photos being taken, darkness set in. It was a golden moment indeed.

Lately, that phrase, "let's go chase the light" has come back to me.

I thought of it again today as I read from Isaiah 9 (MSG):

The people who walked in darkness
    have seen a great light.
For those who lived in a land of deep shadows—
    light! sunbursts of light!

For a child has been born—for us!
    the gift of a son—for us!
He’ll take over
    the running of the world.
His names will be: Amazing Counselor,
    Strong God,
Eternal Father,
    Prince of Wholeness.
His ruling authority will grow,
    and there’ll be no limits to the wholeness he brings.

As I took a few moments of silence this morning, I said yes to the light. Yes to Jesus, the Christ Child and all that he wants to bring into my life. Yes to wholeness and peace. Yes to grace. My hands and heart are open.

But the angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Saviour has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.Luke 2:10-11 (NIV)

Out of the blue, I remembered this morning that my Dad's all time favourite Christmas Carol is "Once in Royal David's City". For some reason it touched me and made me feel all childlike and nostalgic. In the spirit of isn't that what Christmas is all about? I'll share it here:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NMGMV-fujUY

Merry Christmas friends! May you swim in grace and rest in love. May you chase the light this holiday season xo

Advent.

Here we are in the season of advent. I'm  beyond thrilled with this advent wreath that Steve helped me make. It might just be my favourite gift this year.

I grew up in a faith tradition that celebrated advent. I admit that for so many years I never appreciated it and drifted from the meaning and the liturgy of it all.

In a full circle kind of way, I have found myself longing for and being drawn back to this simple, childlike and yet deep and meaningful ritual.

A few decades later, a little life experience and I totally get it.

Advent is waiting. 

Advent is all about the waiting and the unknown and the in-between. I get it. I live much of my life in this place, so it seems. You probably do too.

I'm not sure what you are waiting on this advent season. What we are waiting for is as individual and as complex as we are. Maybe it's a child to be born, a house to sell or a refugee family arriving from Syria. Maybe it's test results or the restoration of a relationship. We all long for healing and peace in our lives and in the parts of the world most torn up by war and afflicted by injustice. We all ache for wrong to be made right.

When I think about advent, I am reminded and take back to days when I was 9 months pregnant. I think about the waiting. The ache. The anticipation. The weariness. The discomfort. The sleepless nights. The not yet. The almost. The unknown.

Eight days ago our family of five lit the candle of hope. My teens kind of rolled their eyes as teens sometimes do.

As the day grew shorter and the night became darker, the candle burned brighter. Yesterday we lit the candle of peace.

I'm standing with all of you who are in the waiting today, because I too am in the waiting. In some parts of my life, I feel uncertain and uneasy. Not sure of what is next. Facing fear and anxiety head on.

I'm trusting in the message of Christmas. Trusting in the message of Emmanuel. That God is with us - in the waiting and in the darkness. In the not yet. In the unknown. 

This advent season, may we seek and find Emmanuel in the most unexpected places.

May we welcome Him in to the waiting, the unknown and the not-yet. May we find meaning in the mess and beauty rising up from the ashes. 

May we lean in and find Him in the darkness. In the mystery. In the unknown. In the unexpected places and ways that He loves to show up the most.

May His love and grace abound. May His light shine all the brighter in the darkest of nights.

O come O come Emmanuel.

Better together.

Two years ago my husband couldn't run.

Not at all.

Steve was determined to get in shape. So, he began by shuffling around our small 1 km block.

It was all about baby steps.

Little by little. Week by week. Month by month.

One of the first times he attempted a longer run (he decided to go uphill -whaaaat?) and he came back practically hyperventilating and it took him over an hour to began breathing properly.

The girls were like, "Is Dad okay?" "Should he be doing this?"

Even still, I watched him put on his running gear and get out there and pound the pavement week after week. 

It sure as heck wasn't overnight but all of a sudden, so it seemed, he became a runner.

That first winter he ran through was cold, icy and frigid. This past winter was the one we'll always remember as the polar vortex.

It all came down to commitment, grit and perseverance.

Before he knew it, he had lost 35 pounds and got into the best shape of his life. At 40. 

In his second year of running, our friend Tim who's also a runner joined up with him and told him, "if you can run 5 km, you can run 10 km".

Before he knew it, he was running 10 km alongside Tim.

When they got to 10 km, another friend Corbin joined them.

This time Tim said, "if you guys  can run 10 km, you can run a half marathon."

In what felt like no time, the three of them were training for and signed up for a half marathon. 

Wild.

The day of the half marathon came. It was September 27th and it was a beautiful fall day. 
Spectacular. Sunny. Bluest of skies.  Golden.  Crisp. 

The race was through the country roads at the bottom of the Niagara escarpment - roads were lined with corn fields and grape vines. A feast for all of the senses.

There were also two massive hills.

At  the 16 /17 km mark, Steve broke down. His knee was killing him. He didn't know if he could go on. The three of them started to walk.

It didn't take long until Steve told Corbin and Tim to keep going. He didn't want to hold them back. Tim and Corbin ran ahead and Steve slowly began to run, albeit it a ways behind them.

Then the unthinkable happened, Tim turned back.

Corbin's wife had been induced that morning (he was about to become a dad for the fourth time) and naturally he keep going. He needed to finish the race and get to his phone and see if there were any updates :)

Tim came back to Steve.  "We trained together and we'll finish together."

I saw Steve at the 16/17 km  mark and knew firsthand how much he was hurting and struggling. So when I saw him and Tim crossing the finish life stride in stride, I could have cried.

Finishing together. Isn't that true for all of life? We need each other, right?

Life is better together.

Better in teams. Friendship and community is what makes life rich and sweet and sometimes even bearable.

Those very words gave Steve the push and the confidence to finish what felt like impossible.

As I sat with my small group last week, I was reminded of this and thankful for honesty and safety in friendships and thankful that we don't have to do this life alone. We are made for connection. We are made to be known.

There is an African proverb which says, "If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go further, go together"

Here's the first time we saw them - around the 5 or 6 km mark.

The travelling cheering squad.

Coming across the finish line.

The three amigos:

So proud of this guy. Look at his smile - sign of pure contentment.

P.S. Corbin's wife Julia had a beautiful baby girl later that evening. The guys still had time to grab some pizza and wings and celebrate a bit. Quite a day for Corbin. It's not everyday that you run a half marathon and have a baby. Whoa.

A few of my favourite things (September edition).

I'm not the biggest fan of fall.

I hate pumpkin spice lattes. I can't bear the thought of packing up sandals and flip flops. I dread the idea of the days getting shorter. It's always hard for me to let go of summer.

However, the colours are spectacular, I am looking forward to getting my boots out and I have my eye on a poncho for fall (adorbs). Plus, there is something about the back-to-school-routine that is quite heavenly.

As September comes to a close, a few things have stood put to me as favourites.

So just for fun and because I'm on the lookout for beauty and goodness, here we go.
September favourites:

• my girls playing basketball and riding bikes on our dead end street.

• Getting settled into our new home. After the craziness of the build, I am loving being in our house and now I have become a total homebody and never want to leave! It's aura is bright and simple. It whispers to me of a fresh beginning. There's very little clutter (I'm hoping to keep it that way!). It's an invitation to simplify and surround myself with that which gives me joy. 

• My stove top coffee pot. It cost me $14.99 at Home Sense and now I make myself lattes every morning. So spoiled. I feel so European :)

• Birkenstocks. I know, I'm quite late to the game. I just got my first ever pair in May. Now there's no going back. LOVE. Here's a photo of Grace and I in NYC earlier this month. They were the only shoes we brought and we wore them non-stop. They were life savers. We walked everywhere!

• 

• Chat Books. If you're on Instagram, this is a free app that you download and it turns your Instagram photos into books. Each book contains 60 photos. Get this - each book is only $8 (which includes shipping). I love it because it's an instant photo album (and truthfully, I'm terrible at making photo albums and scrapbooking and all that). If you decide to subscribe, use this code and you get your first book for free: 69GLLPNK

• I've started using Norwex  enviro cloths to clean my bath tubs and shower and I'm in love. My sister-in-law Kristal is a distributor. Feel free to email her if you need anything: daveandkristal@gmail.com :)

• These pumpkin-nutella-cookie-bars are pretty much to die for. 

• These days, I'm loving my new kitchen. It's easy to find my way around, it's way less cluttered and I'm baking more than ever. My family is in shock and hoping it lasts. On Monday, my friend Sandra brought these pumpkin muffins to the library while our kids were in their after school program and they were amazing. I'm pretty sure that the sprinkled brown sugar on top is the secret touch. They're so easy to make too!    

 Pumpkin Muffins:

4 eggs
2 c. white sugar
1 1/2 c. oil
1 3/4 c. pumpkin
3 c. flour
1 tbsp. cinnamon
2 tsp. baking powder
2 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
2 cups raisins or chocolate chips (I use chocolate chips - obviously!)

Beat eggs and sugar.  Add oil and pumpkin.  Beat thoroughly.  Add dry ingredients and mix until smooth.  Add in raisins or chocolate chips. Pour into muffin cups (2/3 full)
Sprinkle tops with brown sugar.  Bake at 375 for 15 min or until toothpick interested comes out clean.

• Lastly, this will come as no surprise - I am loving and savouring and my world is being rocked my Brene Brown's latest book Rising Strong. I'm only a third of the way into the book and already learning so much. 

How about you? What are your September favourites?

Welcome to New York (it's been waiting for you).

Seven years ago, my sisters and I (and Beth who was eleven months old at the time) surprised my Mom and flew her to NYC for a long weekend to celebrate her 60th birthday. I'm not kidding when I say that it was an epic trip. It was packed full of memory making material. My mom was flying high - ten feet off the ground - and she didn't stop smiling (or talking) the ENTIRE TRIP.

At that time, Grace was almost 9 and desperate to join us. Shamelessly begging us. In an off-the-cuff comment, back then in 2008, I casually said, "tell you what, when you're 16, I'll take you to NYC".

At the time, the thought of having a 16 year old daughter seemed like a million years away. Little did I know that those seven years would be here in a flash. 

Grace never forgot those words and as her 16th birthday approached this year, there was zero question that we were going. Of course we were.

To be frank, I wasn't overly anticipating this trip. We had just built a house and were just settling in after an exhausting season of life and in some ways financially it didn't really make sense to do this trip.

Regardless, it was a deliberate discipline of celebration. It was simply the following through of a promise.

I had no idea what I was in for.

I tried to build the weekend as much as possible around things that Grace would enjoy (hours and hours in Times Square) and things that were on her bucket list (Carlos bakery and the Brooklyn Bridge for starters). I tried to see New York through the eyes of a 16 year old and worked hard to remember what life felt like for me when I was her age. I saw myself in her so much and it wasn't long until Grace and I felt like peers and I began to remember just what 16 felt like.

I dropped any of my own personal agenda pretty quickly into our trip and decided instead to take on the posture of curiosity, which as an aside is a bit of a theme these days for me.

Curiosity. Inquiry. Less telling and more questions. More dialogue.

I realized that I hadn't spent intentional time alone with Grace for years.

I also realized that I can be hard on her and my expectations can be high.

I recalled how it was in fact Grace that made me a mom all of those years ago and how she changed my life and my story forever.

For those of you who have teens, there are times as a mom when your teen pushes you away and it stings so hard. Looking back, I think I have been fairly decent at giving Grace her space when she gives me the subtle and not so subtle hints and yet on this trip, I came to grips with the truth that while I gave her space, it was also necessary to fight for and pursue a relationship with her. In some ways, I had let her pull away without a fight. It was time for that to change.

I know my role has changed significantly in her life. These days I  can coach her but not control her. She is her own person. And that's a really beautiful and healthy thing.

As we walked through the streets of Manhattan - streets that smelled like a combination of street meat, exhaust fumes and Chanel Number 5 - I was savvy and insightful enough to know that I was going to love this memory. We both were. And we do already.

The trip changed me. It changed us.

I wouldn't have wanted to miss it for the world.

Here are a few fun photos.

Grace checked this one off her bucket list.

View from our hotel. I honestly can't say enough about the hotel we stayed at. Great location. Super clean. Reasonable and FUN and trendy (we felt like hipsters).

Grand Central Station.

I tried to play it cool (instead I acted like a geek) when I bumped into Kevin Bacon on 8th Avenue. I accidentally cut Grace and Kyra out of the photo. True story. Also, Grace had no idea who he was - clearly I have failed her as Mom. Time to introduce my girls to Footloose!

Biking through Central Park. LOVE.

Getting rained on as we biked in Central Park.

East River Ferry took us to the Brooklyn Bridge. Spectacular.

Walking across the Brooklyn Bridge. Wow.

More B.B. What a view!

We couldn't get enough of the street meat and the pastry shops around Manhattan.

We made sure to see Henri Matisse's work for Beth (who is a big fan).

Year of kindness.

Back in January, I decided and declared on behalf of my family that 2015 would be the year of kindness.

Our house is full of girls and two of them are teenagers. Need I say more? We all remember what teen girls are like, right? Amazing and hormonal.  Girls don't fight in a way that boys do (not that I know this firsthand but it's what my friends tell me). Girls don't typically wrestle or punch. Their default (at least in my house) is to hurt with words. To be unkind.

We all know exactly what T-swift is talking about, right?

You, with your words like knives

And swords and weapons that you use against me

You have knocked me off my feet again

Got me feeling like a nothing

You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard

Calling me out when I'm wounded

You, picking on the weaker man

Well you can take me down with just one single blow

But you don't know, what you don't know...

Someday I'll be living in a big ole city

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides

And your wildfire lies and your humiliation

You have pointed out my flaws again

As if I don't already see them

I walk with my head down

Trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you

I just wanna feel okay again

I bet you got pushed around

Somebody made you cold

But the cycle ends right now

'Cause you can't lead me down that road

And you don't know, what you don't know...

Someday I'll be living in a big ole city

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

Meanness.

It destroys me to my core. Hits such a nerve with me. It's the one thing I was unprepared for in parenting. 

It drives me crazy on so many levels.

Maybe it's because it takes me back to teen years and I remember how mean girls can be. Mostly It's because I know that words have power. Words have the potential to hurt and destroy. To bring death essentially. AND words have the power to heal. To encourage. To breathe life and hope. Words can be ugly and words can be beautiful.

As an aside, words said in anger have the power to cause deep wounds. Wounds that last. 

I loved the part in the Bob Goff's book (Love Does), where he writes about how words can launch people. Isn't that such a beautiful image?

I think about the times that a text, phone call or an email from a friend has launched me.

I want to be the kind of person who launches others. 

What gets rewarded gets repeated and these days I'm on the lookout for kindness and making a point to reward it and affirm it in the girls I'm raising.

I just love how kindness has a way of creating a culture of safety.

This past year in grade 2, Beth had the most amazing teacher. Honestly, I just love her grade 2 teacher, Sarah. Sarah's teaching style is one of kindness and respect. I noticed when visiting her classroom that she doesn't speak over her kids. She waits for them and they have her full attention. It's no surprise that her students adore her and love learning in the environment that she creates. It's interesting too that there is so much independence and creativity flourishing in her classroom. Her kind style of teaching spills over and multiplies as the kids write notes of encouragement to one another. Her classroom guidelines contain things like: understanding that everyone makes mistakes, standing up for ourselves and others, listening carefully, and so much more.

I adore the Ephesians 4:29 idea of reclaiming out words, cheering each other on, building each other up and making people who listen the beneficiaries of our words.

I am for you.

I hope for you.

I believe in you.

I am in your corner.

Words can be the greatest gift we give one another. Doesn't every other kind of gift eventually fade or break?

I'll never forget a high school teacher, Mrs. Fowler, pulling me aside and telling me that she saw potential in me. She told me that she believed in me and that I wasn't to sell myself short. Those words launched me.

My friend Ellen says that words nourish our souls in the same way that bread nourishes our physical bodies.  Words placed carefully in an ear nourish the recipient. We can cheer one another on with our words.

I remember hearing Andy Stanley once say that you can win the fight/argument but lose the relationship. 

 When teen girls are unkind, it's really more about what s going on inside of them, isn't it? You know -  the inner struggle. I'm learning that it's less about the behaviour and more about the emotions and feelings behind the behaviour.

Doesn't it always go back to what's going on the inside?

Maybe it's not so different with me. With you.

We all want our world to be kind. We want people to be kind. We want to be kind toward others. 

I desperately want my girls to be kind toward one another and I'm learning that it begins with me. It begins with me choosing and showing radical kindness toward myself. Is it possible that that's where it needs to begin and flow from? Isn't that where it's the hardest?

I'm leaning into kindness toward myself today. Doesn't it seem at times like our default is to be hard on ourselves as women, compare ourselves to some unattainable standard and take care of everyone else before ourselves?

It's easy to talk about kindness in theory or kindness toward others. Kindness toward ourselves is another thing all together.

And it's a choice. 

What would it look like to show kindness and compassion toward yourself this month? This year? Today?

It looks different for all of us and for me it looks like:

Getting enough sleep.

Making time to exercise.

Asking for what I need and not apologizing for my needs.
Starting my day on the right note.
Knowing what breathes life into me and doing more of it.
Monitoring my self talk, my inner dialogue -silencing my inner critic.
Allowing my life to be ruled by love and not fear (fear is a liar anyway).

It's been the year of kindness and this summer is the summer of kindness. 

This summer, my Monday afternoon girls group has challenged me, together with Steve and the girls create a family rule of life, a mission statement/manifesto of sorts.

It's in the works and you can be sure that kindness will be a big part of it :)

The dog days of summer.

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I love summer. The weather, the long days, no school lunches to make, picking fruit and stopping by roadside stands, campfires and fireflies, time with friends. I could go on and on...

I love summer and yet, I can't let myself get tricked. It's not exactly a holiday for me. Dinner still needs to be made, we still need clean clothes to wear, kids have to get driven around and there is a general busyness and chaos that comes with having kids and a household to manage. Plus, did I mention that we are building a house?

But here's what summer is: it's a change of pace. A really welcome change of pace. A chance to breathe a little deeper and move a bit slower.

Experience tells me that it's a change of pace that still requires some structure and it requires me to bring my A-game.

Check out the summer schedule I created on a piece of paper with a sharpie and then
taped up in my kitchen. I know, so hi-tech.

In case you're curious, F.O. B. is an acronym that I learned from camp. It means "flat on bunk" or "feet on bed". It's a fancy schmancy way of saying rest time.

I've also learned again and again each summer of the importance of taking great care of myself. It's super important as the days can feel long and kids home all summer can be exhausting. If I'm going to be pouring out all day long, I have to be high on the self care.

"Self care is never a selfish act - it is simply good stewardship of the only gift I have, the gift I was put on earth to offer to others. Anytime we can listen to the true self and give it the care it requires, we do so not only for ourselves but for the many others whose lives we touch." - Parker Palmer (Let Your Life Speak)

Self care for me means things like:

• eating well
• asking for what I need and being clear about it (after 18 years of being married, I still have to remind myself that my husband can't read my mind)
• starting my days with solitude and prayer
• exercise
• marriage time
• time with friends
• a good night's sleep ( sooooo important for me)
• and of course, chocolate

At the onset of summer, I needed to remind myself that summer is really only 10 weeks long. 10 weeks with no school. That's it.

So naturally, we made a summer bucket list, which included some things like:

• lemonade stand
• lunch at our favourite chip wagon
• making raspberry jam
• driving down to the lake to gather rocks and watch the sunset
• drive-in movies
• making homemade ice cream
• buying homemade donuts from a local bakery
• Beth and I reading Charlotte's Web
• visiting an art gallery and local museum

I just realized that most of the things on our bucket list are food related. Lol.

Personally, I have some fantastic books on the go: 

This summer I am pumped about attending the Global Leadership Summit on August 6&7th and can't wait to read Brene Brown and Jen Hatmaker's latest books coming out in August. 

I'm also loving this podcast.

And this song is on repeat.

Beth and I read Anne this past winter and now she is devouring the DVD's of Anne. I grew up on Anne and I'm loving connecting with her through Anne. So much nostalgia.

So in a nutshell, my summer means saying yes to:

• lazy mornings
• reading books
• creativity
• getting wet
• being spontaneous
• choosing connection above all else (so needed in the season we are in of building a house)
• pony tails
• ice cream
• bike rides
• making memories
• wearing a bikini (this blog post from last summer has inspired me)

I'm hoping to be keeping in mind that these are the days my girls will grow up and remember . This are the days that will fill their memory bank. These are the days where imagination and creativity have the opportunity to flourish. These are the days I want them to look back on with memories that are carefree and magical.

Enough about me. How are you savouring your summer? What are you saying yes to? How are you caring for yourself well and what's on your bucket list?

P.s. If you live in Niagara, check out these free activities throughout the summer.

Big picture.

So, these days we're building a house. Nothing too crazy or fancy. It's a raised bungalow on a quiet street. I'd be lying if I said that it's not something I always wanted to do. The super cool thing about it is that we totally designed it along with help from our friends, Kris and Laurie. We designed it from scratch, as they say, to work for our family and the stage of life that we're at. The bedrooms are small and yet there is lots of living space. It literally feels like none of the space is wasted and that every inch of it will be used well. Our main values guiding us along the way are to be conducive to the teenage years and conducive to hospitality. The design and the flow of the house feels so true to us and that feels nothing short of fantastic.

I've also loved the creative process. This has been a super fun part that I didn't even expect. It's an opportunity to be true to myself and surround myself with what we love.
It's funny but building a house has reminded me of 18 years ago when young Steve and I were planning our wedding. I remember being overwhelmed with decisions to be made and hearing about what so-and-so did and and looking at magazines and walking through stores and so on. And I'll never forget the advice that Dave Sr. (that's what my sibs and I call my Dad) gave me. He said four words, "Be true to yourself". I'm not sure if he remembers those words or not but those words guided me then and they're guiding me again now.

We're learning as we go and we're hoping that the feel of the house is somewhere between a beach house and a cottage-y feel. Cozy, bright, warm, rustic and even a bit whimsical. 

It's been a cool opportunity to exercise some decisiveness on my part when it comes to decision making and then not to second guess the decisions once they're made. I'm growing and expanding in my stress management skills too. It's also an exercise in letting go of perfectionism. All gifts indeed.

It's been an exciting adventure and if I'm honest, it's been stressful too. 

I know it's not a problem of real stress. We get that it's a first world problem and we're not looking for sympathy in any way. For the most part, we're keeping our perspective in all of this and not letting the house building become the biggest deal in our lives. 

Some days are slow and carefree and some are full of decision making, phone calling, purchase making and budget keeping. Steve is pretty easy going about most things but once and a while we butt heads and find ourselves at odds with each other. Our patience with each other and the kids isn't always stellar. And yet, it's an opportunity to choose grace and patience and to put our relationships and connection with each other ahead of building a house. It's an opportunity to assume the best of one another over and over again.

Steve is massively hands on in this build and in English what that means is that when he is not at his day job or coaching baseball or eating or sleeping, he's at the house. This means he's not with us as much as we'd like and even though we have an almost 16 year old, a 13 year old and an 8 year old- they feel it when he's not around. I totally never anticipated this. They're extra sensitive and kinda irritable and act up in ways that I didn't expect. My role has definitely been to keep things as calm and stable on the home front as possible and the truth is that some days that is easier said than done. 

Not too long ago, I was lying awake in the early hours of the morning - which by the way is a new experience for Steve and I. We both are people who like our sleep and have zero trouble falling asleep but let me just say that since building a house we sleep less - mostly because we wake up thinking about things to do and decisions to be made and it's like our minds never really shut down. We were both just saying that never has there been a time in the eighteen years that we've been married where we wake up before our alarm clock goes off. These days we pretty much always wake up before our alarm clock goes off. Craaaazy.

Anyways, I was lying awake on that really-busy-overwhelming-I-can't-keep-up-this-pace-or-keep-my-head-above-water kind of week, it occurred to me that it won't always be this way. I mean I know that but clearly by the way it hit me, I didn't know it. You know that way, right?

It's a season and one day we'll actually be living in the house. And making memories. And hosting friends. And doing life together. Oh ya. We're not just doing this for fun or because we're crazy. For real. I took a step back and remembered the big picture. Remembering the big picture was a game changer for me. Now I remind us all (mostly myself) why we're doing what we're doing.

We're two months in and have another month (or so) to go. Can you say fast?

We're loving the adventure. It's stretched us and I know we're going to miss this journey and probably be bored when it's over.  It will be a complete win if Steve and I both still like each other and if Kris and Laurie (our friends helping us with the build) still like us. Grin.

Back to the big picture.

Isn't that true in all of life?

Maybe someone other than me needed this reminder today.

It's easy to loose sight and get bogged down and discouraged in the day-to-day.

Think about the big picture:

• In marriage
• In parenting
• In pursuing dreams
• In working out conflict
• In working toward our goals
• the list is as unique as we are and endless really...

We're not always going to be where we are. The big picture keeps us grounded and fills us with perspective and hope.

It's interesting to imagine ourselves on the other side. That place of having arrived. What would you want to say to yourself who is now in that place of not yet, that place of being in the middle?

Are there ways that you need to remind yourself of the big picture that you're working and moving toward? 

I know I sure do.

Most wonderful time of year.

Christmas was fantastic with all of its magic, tinsel, shortbread, gifts, visits, late nights and sugar. Amazing and chaotic all wrapped up with a bow. I loved and savoured it.

And then all of a sudden, it's over.

It's December 30th today. I can take a deep breath and exhale and put on the comfiest of clothes. Ahhhh. Yes!

Now that Christmas is behind me, I am enjoying and embracing one of my most favourite times of the year. I savour the days between Boxing Day and New Year's Day. I just love them. They're a chance to unwind and reflect on the past twelve months and a chance to dream about the next twelve months. An opportunity to set fresh goals and dream new dreams...

A brand new year. A fresh slate. A new beginning, full of hope and possibility. 

But before I can embrace the new, I always feel the need to reflect on and let go of the past year.

If you're like me and love this kind of thing, you might enjoy this resource and this one.

On the board of Elders of which I am a part, we spend the morning of December 31st together reflecting on the past twelve months and then dreaming about the year to come and setting goals and casting vision. Hands down it is my most favourite meeting of the whole year. I just love the space to have these kinds of conversations.

On our board, one of the many tools we use for our personal yearly evaluation is the Start - Stop - Sustain. I've become quite familiar with this tool because we also use it at Summit Team Building where I work from time to time as a facilitator when we debrief a team building challenge.

Start - what do I want start doing?

Stop - what do i want to stop doing?

Sustain - what do I want to keep doing?

The Start - Stop - Sustain tool can be applied to all areas of life: relationships, health, finances, spiritual growth and so on.

I have friends, who together with their family choose a family word each year to summarize their hopes and dreams for the year. One year their word was YES.  Isn't that great? I have other friends who choose personal words for the year. You can read more about that idea here.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?

Mary Oliver

Pause and imagine your life 365 days from now. Picture what you would want it to look like. Now imagine what it would take for that to become real. What steps do you need to take for that picture to become a reality?

The one piece of advice I would give (I've learned this the hard way) is to make goals super manageable, practical and bite size. Remember something is better than nothing :)

Last year was full of many highs and lows. Joys and disappointments. I'm grateful for all of them. And I'm sensing and believing great things for 2015. Happy New Year :)