Sunday, September 25, 2011

Pickin' Berries

This has been a really busy weekend and I've got a lot of photos to share.
 Time never really stood still for us this weekend, but that's just fine with me, because we had some truly awesome (everyone would agree, I'm sure) family moments.  
 If I'm hitting the highlights, I have to tell you about the fact that my man got to jump into a baptism tank and dunk not only his Mama, but his littlest sister too.  I think the man's heart was likely to burst over that one. 
 We ran around and picked berries so I could make something yummy for a little ice cream social we were having after the baptism.  (I'll post on that another time.)
 Ice cream socials are completely underrated by the way.  Everyone should have one.  My house was packed with about 25 people and kids. 
 First of all, the mama hen in me, adores gathering the masses and corralling them all in my home.  I loved having all three brother-in-law's under one roof to boss around.  I loved having sis-in-laws chasing babies, toddler nieces with wispy little curls playing in my Tupperware cupboard, sustained happy chaos, not enough chairs, cousins playing, Rubiks cube challenging, and scattered conversations in every corner of my home.  Oh, and the ice cream part was great too.  (Including my homemade salted caramel sauce.)
 But perhaps the biggest highlight for me... I have to share.  I had one of those moments... where a tiny sprig of fresh, green, baby hope burst through the cracked, dried earth of that corner in my heart.  Mostly I've been okay with things, and yet... there's been that little corner where I wish.... and then nothing... 
 One minute I was just standing there, everything was the same as it had always been, and then wham! Everything stopped and I felt a physical jolt in my heart as I realized there was and still is, hope.  It's not dead, and it's not gone.
  I have this sneaking suspicion that it's never going to die or leave completely. 
 Hope is sure the key, isn't it?  Everything feels gray-tinged and slightly bleak without it, but then a tiny scrap of it drags over your heart, and you're suddenly off and running again, totally refreshed in that moment, knowing deep down, you can finish this thing after all. 
 Man, I needed that.  I didn't realize how much I needed it until I felt it again.  I suddenly felt like my old self again.  I don't know how else to describe it.  But the old self I was, nearly two years ago... I felt that girl again for a few seconds and realized she wasn't long gone after all... 
 Ah hope... it's good to have you back.  Please don't leave again. 


  1. I am absolutely dying to come to a party you throw...they always sound so perfect and like a total blast!

  2. Sounds like a blissful day.
    Great photos of you and family.

  3. those berries are beautiful. beautiful words too.
    thanks for sharing and encouraging.

  4. You know that feeling of your old self coming back to you? It's such a welcomed feeling, isn't it? I had the same moment recently and boy does it feel oh-so-good! I love the picture of you at the end! Beautiful lady with a beautiful heart.

  5. welcome back mama! :) That makes me remember that time when we had coffee in Snohomish!!! I'm so happy! I'm just takin a little break while I'm waiting for the paint stripper to pull the paint of my brick on the fireplace! man it reeks! I haven't had an ice cream social lately but I have been thinking about a ginormous taco or spaghetti feed for the peoples I love. :) Enjoy the rest of your weekend. Love that top photo.

  6. I love your pics! I know what you mean waiting for your old self to come back. This pregnancy has wiped me out and with about 6 weeks to go I'm so ready to be more mobile, cheerful, energetic, and into some regular clothes!

  7. Your children are so sweet. I'm not sure why you call them hoodlums. I always think gangsters when you say that........ just saying !

  8. grateful that your hope has been restored....

    beautiful post.

  9. awesome post - you look wonderful in that last pic - it must be the "hope". have a blessed week.

  10. That party of yours sounds AMAZING! I need recipes. :-)

    This post reminded me of one of my VERY FAVORITE poems, by Emily Dickinson.

    Hope is the thing with feathers
    That perches in the soul,
    And sings the tune--without the words,
    And never stops at all,

    And sweetest in the gale is heard;
    And sore must be the storm
    That could abash the little bird
    That kept so many warm.

    I've heard it in the chilliest land,
    And on the strangest sea;
    Yet, never, in extremity,
    It asked a crumb of me.


  11. one of the best reasons to live in the pacific nw is those yummy blackberries right off the vine! crazy late this year huh? can i come to an ice cream social at your house? and then watch twilight;)?

  12. oh and congrats to family being baptized! one of the best feelings in the world!

  13. I know that feelingm of hope bursting through. Still praying for you. Hoping I feel that same burst soon, as well. It has been a rough year and a half of my own, journeying through changes for my girls and never feeling 100% sure we are doing the right thing. Your words this morning encouraged me, thanks for sharing.
    (And the salted caramel sauce? Do share:-) !)

  14. oh sweet sash. i love you! me and my man need a good dose of that hope you're talking about. i see it draining right out of him and it puts a sick spot in my stomach.

    how awesome that adrain got to baptize his family members. that is a hallelujah moment if i ever heard one!!! great pics girlie.

  15. Wow!! You take amazing photos!!!

    Berry picking would be so much fun with you and your family:)

    ps...i'm having a little give-away on my blog. Stop on by if you get a minute:)