designnarrative

the day I had this giant (2 by 3 feet) print made, I left for a 10 hour road trip to a funeral

It was a whirlwind of tragedy and grace

 I heard the gospel and funny stories and celebrated the life of my uncle J

I’ve spent time since then just processing, sleeping, and thinking

I flaked out on friends and fun, just needing to breathe

Hospice asked J how he wanted to be remembered,

He wanted to be remembered as someone who always tried to help his family- and he was.

I’ve been pondering how I want to be remembered, a humbling task for sure:

I hope it will be that I attempted (however poorly) to live out my faith in Christ and loved my husband and sweet babies with wonder

I hope at my funeral people will play U2 and drink strong sweet tea with lemon and tell funny stories and hear the gospel

and breathe and go home and hug their babies and know this life is fragile

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 sweet Ava loves to stage her doll house

today she asked me to document her work

 I love a man who cooks

Moms should always have wild hair and babies that make them smile.

I love this budding designer!

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crafty kids have been at it again

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for making me a rock star to my four-year old

with Lego soap

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Graham was a caterpiller and banner holder in his spring parade today

He beamed like a broadway star

Last year he was a carrot and I had to miss it for work. 

 This year I was there and thrilled with my boy!

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These little jewels from South Carolina hoped in my car on Thursday

This little guy inherited his dad’s phobia of all red foods

A breakthrough perhaps?  There are no child labor laws in this casa

This girl thinks I’m the “best mom ever”, this boy not so much

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As in nuclear hot mess, this is me tonight.  I may or may not have been flagged down at Y12 by armed guards while trying to find my way to a fund-raiser for a crisis pregnancy center.  I am not pregnant or in crisis but after an hour of failed attempts from GPS, a call to my mama, and my new i-phone that I can’t really use yet-I was not really feeling like a gala but hell-bent to find it.  Then when I was waved over by a guard at a check point, I’m not sure if it was the monogram on my SUV or the tears of frustration in my eyes, but thank heavens I apparently did not look like a security threat.  Sweet, gun-toting patriot even let me do a U-turn and graciously pointed to the welcome center with a little grin.  I do love a patriot.

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Like most grown-ups, at times, I find the day job a bit monotonous.  I kept taking the long way to the copier at one of my schools because these collages made me smile.

After stopping and chatting with the teacher to let her know I’m a weirdo (but not That kind of weirdo), she said I could take a picture to recreate this with A and G.

These kids, worried about who to sit by at lunch or what someone said on the bus, have no idea how much I enjoy their art and how it much it brightens my day to walk past it.  The influence we all have (even more when it’s unknown) is powerful even in elementary school art.

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