19 Years Ago Today

On this day 19 years ago, I met the Engineer.

(Prom – the Engineer couldn’t drive yet.)

Two of our closest friends  I set us up on a blind date.  I wore a bright red, cropped sweater with black jeans.  He wore a green shirt with purple long sleeves and a pair of jeans that I later inherited, though I had to cinch the waist with a belt. 

We were young.  In high school.  New in Jesus. 

We were young.  In college.  Learning how to be pure faithful in Jesus.

We were young. Newlywed.  Skiing our way down the mountains of Colorado.

We were  young.  Adventurous.  Trekking all over India.

We were still young.  Dog owners.  Free to do whatever we wanted to in our spare time.

We are now middle-aged.  In love.  Parents.  Still sneaking kisses.  And staying up late talking.  We find any excuse to go on a date . . . to celebrate . . . to hang out together. 

Dear Engineer, thanks for knocking on my side door 19 years ago with a rose.  I’m thankful that you still make me giggle and get goose bumps all over.

Happy 19 years of dating.

My Birthday is Coming Up

Soon my birthday is coming.

My mom has coddled and treated me like a baby. I think she thinks that I am a girl. Perhaps that is why my outfit looks so fancy these days, with hints of pink and turquoise.


She is acting like this is a big deal. Most everyone thinks that she is nuts or a little too passionate.

But I am glad that she created me, and soon I will be 1 Year Old!

Have I confused you? It's me . . . THE BLOG. You know, the one that my mom talks about ALL the time? She lays awake thinking about me when she should be thinking about her husband or God . . . I'm the one that sometimes take priority over laundry, sprouting, gardening, dusting, sewing . . . It is nice to be important.

Hey, will you do my mom a favor? If you read me or get me sent to your inbox (which is a fun ride) will you please stop by and leave a comment? Let her know that you are there . . . and maybe that you care? It would be so cool if my writing you draws the biggest comment section ever!

I look good, so you at least need to check me out. My mom went shopping at This That & Your Blog and worked with this great gal named Jessica. Jessica worked hard on me, to give me the perfect outfit.

So, leave my mom a note. It is ok if you write on my outfit (OK Facebook readers?). I don't mind.

Stay tuned. Mom is out birthday shopping for me. But she isn't going to let me keep the presents. She says that the party and presents are actually for the people that look at me. I don't understand, but I guess that during the week of September 22nd there is going to be a blog birthday party for me full of giveaways and prizes.

Have fun enjoying MY presents.

3650 Days and Counting

In honor of our 10 year anniversary, I thought I would play around a little bit with two of my favorite and old pictures on http://www.picnik.com/.

This picture was taken back in the day when we had no children. And lived in Colorado.

What on earth did we do with our time?

Oh yea, we skied.

Anyway, our Friday night Bible Study took a trip to the wilderness and stayed in a cabin. It was my first time having Bring Your Own Can of Something to make Chili. It was also my first time to walk across a frozen lake.

It was my first time to have my picture taken on a frozen lake.

Which brings me to a point, I love my husband because he encourages and challenges me to try new things. It may be hard and it may be different, but I just need to try. And he is always right there to pick me up or help me out. Like God, except he isn't God.

I tried skiing and liked it.

I tried backpacking and liked it.

I tried fish. Well, I am working on liking it.

I tried eggplant and liked it.

I tried kids, and like them.

I tried cloth diapering and whole foods. And they aren't bad.

I tried jumping off of a cliff in Hawaii. I didn't like that. But I tried.

Anyway, I love my Hottie Husband. I wrote him a card this morning. And I have another one on the way (spoiled the surprise). But when I write by hand. I am not eloquent. I feel like I write the same thing in every card. "I love you and can't imagine life without you." But when I blog, it is like I create super-duper blog writing and I feel poetic and creative.

So, Hottie Husband, "I love you." (See it sounds better when I blog, or it at least feels creative. Original? (Probably not.) Now the whole world knows, though.

Thanks for 3,650 days of marriage. You looked good then, but you look amazing now. You helped surpass my wildest dreams of what our marriage would look like--a true partnership.

You are such a good husband, I think you should blog about it. But then I would have to share you with the world. So maybe don't blog. It is enough to have one obsessed blogger in the house.

Thank you for being a hard worker, slaving away to support our habits of a shelter, clothes, food, and electricity to blog. Thanks for allowing me to be a quirky, stubborn, emotional, expressive, granola, stay-at-home, homeschooling woman of God. Thanks for all of your prayers, hugs, kisses, and foot rubs.

I look forward to another 36,500 days of marriage, should the Lord tarry.

She Wasn't Granola When I Married Her: Life with Granola Mom 4 God

This coming June will mark the end of the first decade of my marriage to Granola Mom 4 God (GM4G). There is a picture of the two of us on our wedding day that hangs on the wall of our closet. As I get ready for work every morning and as I get ready for bed every night, I gaze into that picture as if it is not a picture at all but a window, a window into a life that seems both as familiar as yesterday and yet as distant as a childhood memory. I see two people staring back through that window with intense and optimistic eyes. They are looking into that window as if they are looking into the future at me, but I know the window is only a mirror to them for it is impossible for them to really understand who I am… who we are after ten years together.

Ten years have gone by very quickly and yet the people in that window appear so different then they did on that perfect day when their covenant began. I scarcely doubt that anyone that knows us today would have any difficulty identifying our former selves in that picture. We look mostly the same now, just a little older. Our core values have remained largely unchanged, but maybe slightly more pragmatic. There have been no major unanticipated life changing events that have diverted us from the course we set out on when that picture was taken. We are still running the race of living a life fully committed to Jesus. Yet I know that the people looking back through that window could never have imagined the exact course their life has taken. I know the people in that window well enough to realize that they have no comprehension of the continents they will traverse nor the oceans they will cross, the valleys they will descend nor the mountain tops they will climb, the life they will create through their bodies nor the death that will be required within their bodies. While many of our experiences these last ten years have shaped us, none have been as impactful as the life we have seen created among us. In one sense, we have seen that life come from our bodies as it has been powerfully manifested itself in the lives of three very precious boys. In another sense, we have seen life enter our bodies as we have grown in our understanding and practice of eating foods that are full of life. This practice has been affectionately nicknamed, “granola living.”

It is true… she wasn’t granola when I married her. Nor was she a mom. The women looking back through that window was “4 God” just as she is now. Her “granola-hood” and her motherhood have profoundly changed the woman in that window in ways I never could have imagined, all of them for the better. Granola-hood has caused her to rely more fully on God by trusting that His ways are always better than our ways and that no part of His Word is without purpose and meaning for us today. How she ended up in granola-hood is not entirely clear to me. If you ask her, she will say that I got her into this. But I know now that whatever part I played in it has long ago been overshadowed by hours of her own study and experimenting. Her path to granola-hood has been a process shaped by the influence of good friends and a call to embrace food and life as God created it. If you ask her, she will say that I got her into this. It is hard to imagine living any other way now. What would our home be like without fermenting and sprouting? What would our backyard be like without a garden? What would meals be like without meticulously prepared whole foods?

How she ended up in motherhood is much clearer to me but I’ll refrain from sharing the details of that. As with granola-hood, she often reminds me that I got her into this too. While we may sometimes be weary from the life we have created, it is impossible to imagine life any other way now. Being a mother has forever changed her. It has allowed me to see the very best in her come out. I knew very well the day I married her that she was kind, patient, nurturing, and self-sacrificing. As I look back through that window today however, I am sure that I did not fully comprehend the depth of her kindness, her patience, her nurturing, or her self-sacrificing. So while it may be fun to gaze into that window and think upon the people we once were and the carefree life we once lived, I am certain that I am now living on the best side of that window and I wouldn’t ever trade this life, or the woman who shares it with me.