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Latergram.

23 May posted by heirtoblair

On Instagram, uploading a picture later is dubbed “Latergram.”

Oh, those internet nerds. Always with the creativity.

So these aren’t on Instagram, but they are over a month “late” on the blog world when everyone has totally forgotten that the Easter Bunny hopped down the bunny trail.

DSC 0152 1024x685 Latergram.

We did our usual trek down South to my future sister-in-law’s farm. Hard to believe that the little lambs we saw last year are now grown sheep!

DSC 0574 1024x685 Latergram.

Harrison was much more interested in the old metal slide tucked behind the chicken coops. It’s blurry, but this might be my favorite shot of Harry & Doug.

family2 1024x685 Latergram.

A rare picture of the three of us.

Where we’re all looking at the camera.

sort of.

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For the motherhood that shapes me.

13 May posted by heirtoblair

Dear Harrison,

Being your momma is my greatest joy, my greatest accomplishment, my greatest love in life.

At night when I kneel by your bed & you thank God for playing outside & yellow slides & tow trucks & oatmeal, my heart beats that I am so, so thankful for you.

Love always,
Momma

9226 633400263881 25000422 36967272 1519040 n1 For the motherhood that shapes me.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mommas out there. May your day be filled with happiness & may there be pretty cake with buttercream roses on it.

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Filed Under: Adult Club, Harry in General, holidays, Letters to Harpie, Life in General, Perfection

Happy Easter.

8 Apr posted by heirtoblair

eastereggs Happy Easter.

He is risen.

He is risen indeed.

Filed Under: holidays, Oh em gee

I can hear the sound of our day winding down – laundry rolling behind closed doors & Doug pouring a beer after work & Harrison running his school bus over the wood floors. I know these sounds, so dear to my heart, this rhythm our family has found.

Harrison opens the bedroom door & cracks a smile, finding me in the dark because it’s been ten hours since I settled in when the daylight was enough. I’ve been working eight hours, ten hours, & it’s looking like I will hit twelve before my presentation is complete with an 8pm deadline.

I wonder if Doug is disappointed that I have no Valentine for him. I wonder if he knows that like every year, I had the best of intentions but they slipped right through my fingers. That I adore the pink roses he brought me on Sunday & I regret that I have nothing to give him in return. I wonder if he minds that I’ll wear yoga pants to dinner, where I’ll serve up a frozen lasagna with an apologetic smile.

At least there will be wine.

Because love doesn’t know dates & red heart candy, as delicious as it is. Love knows & gives with the hard days & sweatpants & the pulled up half-smile that says, “I’m sorry, but this is the best I can do right now.” Love relaxes into that unpredictable life rhythm & messy hair by candlelight becomes romance.

valentines2012 For my Valentine.

I love you, Douglas. Thank you for loving me.

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Resolutions, three weeks late.

18 Jan posted by heirtoblair

I look to 2012 & what I wish to accomplish, all I see is a desire to grow. Personally, by selling our house & buying a new home where we can expand our family. Creating a super-fun new series for everyone to laugh & be themselves. Developing a new skill, maybe taking structured sewing lessons. I’d like to take where I am now in life, push against the walls until my arms are shaking & my voice feels tired, but everything around me expands.

When I try to pin one word to 2012, I am suprised that my initial reaction is not “grow,” but HOW I wish to grow. How I wish to expand & breathe deeply & where to exhale my heart.

PRETTY.

A surprising word to shape a year around, no?

I look to delight in life in 2012. To soak in new books & pretty words, to paint walls & furniture. To iron pretty shirts & wear red lipstick & take care of myself both inside & out. For the home to be clean, but full of laughter & sunshine & Matchbox cars strewn across the floor. To live the abundant life & a beautiful life, to feel worth of feeling pretty all around me.

I think “pretty” can be bone-deep joy & thankfulness.

The pretty found in the muck & trenches of life. Seeking God, but feeding souls by passing bread rather than Bible quotes. To let faith become a life-altering beat in my heart to where prayer is not whispered on knees, but servitude with dirty hands that scrub away years of doubting myself.

I’d like to put my heart back on my sleeve.

I’d like to share all of those things on here.

Do you have a word for the year? Something to strive toward?

Source: Uploaded by user via Beth Anne on Pinterest

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Filed Under: All about BA, Fears, Finding Balance, holidays, Life in General, Love It, Oversharing Extraordinaire