The Simple Woman’s Daybook

FOR TODAY: 

Outside my window... there is a moth fluttering, grass greening, and spot lights on to welcome the boys home from AWANA.

(FYI . . . Sparky came to our house this week.  He had his own photo shoot.)

I am thinking... what on earth can I feed Ezra in the morning that doesn’t have calcium in it, and that I can’t wait for a full-fledged spring, and that I have NOTHING green to wear tomorrow. 

Normally, I wouldn’t care. 

But my friend, Nicole, deemed it field trip day in honor of the St. Patrick’s Day Parade.  I am thinking that a total stranger just might pinch me, all in good fun.  (Not my kind of fun – so don’t pinch me, Hottie.)

Since I care for God’s creation, I need to have green on . . . because I DETEST being pinched.  I am afraid that I might retaliate and punch said individual who pinched me.  (It all goes back to Santa Clause . . . he used to pinch my cheeks, when I was a kid, that is.)  Maybe I have some unresolved issues.

I am thankful for...  sunshine, the one lone sprout emerging in my greenhouse, chocolate almond milk, and when Ruthie naps (for those new to my blog, Ruthie is our Rhodesian Ridgeback puppy).

From the learning rooms...  we have established a new routine.  Immediately following breakfast the boys have to complete their handwriting, Stick Figure Bible from Grapevine Studies, and I am going to add Science to the line-up tomorrow.   (Asher is also doing a daily math page from Timberdoodle.)

From the kitchen...  I bought extra cabbage to ferment some sauerkraut since my last batch is almost fully devoured.  I’m going to begin curing a brisket in the hopes that if I actually follow the instructions it will become corned beef. 

Yes, I know I’m a little late.  We are supposed to have corned beef tomorrow.   But I’m not Irish.  (The Hottie is . . . and our children.  I guess I’m outnumbered.)

I can eat Corned Beef whenever I want.

By the way, does anyone know what celery water is?  Can I just pulverize celery and water?

I am creating... milk (still), dirty dishes, and plants (with the help of the Lord.)

I am going... to see my AWANA boys soon and my friend Tina (in a few weeks)!!!!!!

I am reading… my list is too long these days.  Still the $64 Tomato, The Missionary, the Bible (of course), 1000 Gifts (as a devo with the Hottie). . .

I am hoping... to workout 5 days this week, lose 2 lbs, get my camera back, and sew a sling for a sweet gal named Emily.

I am hearing... Naomi’s monitor ding incessantly because it is out of range.

Around the house...  there is dust.

One of my favorite things... a meal that receives accolades and a good conversation with the Hottie.

A few plans for the rest of the week:  a parade, a visit with a friend, puppy kindergarten, fermenting, hopefully a date night movie, and planting more seeds. 

Here is picture for thought I am sharing... I already gave you some photos . . . but if you insist.

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Happy Birthday, Hottie Hubby!

Well, guess whose birthday is today?

Happy Birthday, Hottie Hubby! I am sure you have been prepared with the fact that you would be my focus today. And I am sure you are praying like crazy that no one reads this post!

(In case you missed the last time I posted about Hottie Hubby jumping on the bed--he is jumping on the bed for our children. When we go to a hotel, like when we went to Chicago last month, we jumped on the bed! It's the only time we get to indulge is such a fun and childish pleasure. Shh!!)


I really stand in awe when I consider how long I have known you. I knew of you before your voice changed; laid eyes on you before you reached your full height; was the recipient of your first kiss; held your hand down many streets and up mountains; was one of your first passengers when you got your driver's license; witnessed three of your graduations; watched you learn to snowboard; participated in your dreams; walked down a long isle to enter into covenant with you; traveled the world beside you; recently fulfilled the dream of a experiencing a U2 concert with you; came to know Jesus through you, and bore your children.

(Hottie Hubby, you make me laugh. All of the time!)

And that is only a brief glimpse of our life together. Amazing.

It is an honor. I feel blessed to be your wife and best friend.

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.