All posts tagged: joy

I’d Like to Thank My Dogs

And how I came to mopping my floors at bedtime last night while the babies slept and Zach – fresh from spray mopping the master bedroom floor and washing Collie paws with hand soap in the master bathtub – and how we discovered the paw prints, which lead from our room, down the hall, around the corner, into the kitchen, and right at Scout’s kennel door, began as some good stories do, with a question: “Do you smell poop?” On this morning, the morning of my one-hundredth post, I’ll not be finding new homes for the hooligans who step in each other’s piles of crap and leave their foul-smelling trace throughout my house so that I spend a cozy Sunday evening mopping my floors. Though I did consider it. No. I’d like to thank my dogs. They’ve given me much to muse about on Monday mornings. So, Happy Post 100. Here’s to you, Scout and Rufus.

The Inevitable Aftermath of Travel

I’ve written a lot lately on positive perspectives because, in this season of life, it is incredibly easy to operate in the opposite frame of mind. Yesterday, we returned from a two-week vacation in the Pacific Northwest. It was, at times, as slow going as Sun Road traffic. It was, at other times, as swift as cold currents. By plane cross-country and by car through three states, from Montgomery to Dallas to Kalispell to Essex to Spirit Lake to Spokane Valley – and back and forth between Spokane Valley and Spirit Lake a dozen times – all in the name of visiting family I miss dearly everyday. In the throes of such travel, it is the promise of familiar faces – and the pleasantry of familiar places – that fill the hours of travel with joy, not dread. Though traveling with two young children graces that mileage with an extra challenge. Still, I was happy to carry sleeping Izaak on my chest, sleeping Abigail on my hip, and loaded diaper bag on my back from …

Story for My Daughter on Her First Birthday

Thirty years ago, the nurse did not ask my mom, “do you have a playlist?” And because I – a tangled mess – was cut out, I’ve always wondered which song played the day my mom and dad drove me home. It must have been some country song because the car radio was usually tuned to 99.9 KLUR. So, twelve months ago, when the nurse asked if I had a playlist, I paid close attention to the songs streaming through my phone. Which song would welcome you to the world? “Why aren’t my songs playing in order?” “It’ll only shuffle unless you pay for the upgrade,” your dad said. Minutes became hours, and it was anyone’s guess if an electric guitar or a banjo would introduce the next song. That evening, the doctor and nurses and strange shadowers experienced my eclectic music taste: Switchfoot, Judy Garland, City on a Hill, The Rolling Stones, Chris Tomlin, Bob Dylan, Jakob Dylan, Alison Krauss, Jars of Clay, Modest Mouse, Doc Watson, Tom Petty, Jill Philips, and Aaron Shust. …