Y’all, my baby brother is getting married. MARRIED. TO A REALLY AMAZING WOMAN. I still think of him as the little blond boy who had skinny little legs and followed around my older brother and myself, but somewhere along the way he grew into a man. A MAN WHO IS GETTING MARRIED. When he moved to DC a while ago, it was amazing. Family dinners! Road trips! Movie nights! Ruth moved out here this summer, and if I thought I loved her before, it was confirmed when she was my roomie for the summer. We would watch Dawson’s Creek just to sing along with the song (yep, go ahead and watch it and then come back), consume lots of cheese, and stay up talking. I could not be happier that she is becoming my sister and that our family out here in DC is growing.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramIt’s been the desperately whispered encouragement for the past couple months, exhausting months where parenting and adult responsibilities left us little energy to just be Us: staycation is coming. We went a whopping two miles away for a decadent 2 nights together... and it was everything. Rest and laughter and time to remember, hey- I loved you before I loved the family and life we have built together. Beyond thankful for the past couple days . (And shout out to the grandma who made it all possible -@angiecolemanstone. She’s the real MVP)Went out of my way this week to pass this cemetery a couple times, because I can’t get over this display of beauty and life in the midst of death. That’s the painful beauty of Holy Week, the uneasy blend of sorrow and joy that leads us to Easter, passing through death on the way to life.