I’ve been overnighting with the girls I nanny for the last week. There has been lots of laughing and swimming and baking and fun (and misadventures in diaper wearing). These girls are sweet and wild. They love hard and play hard. They tackle each other only to give kisses to the one they just knocked to the ground. Good family love right there.
I write my husband lots of letters, but was inspired to share one with the whole wide web after discovering this blog.
You make me laugh more than you know. Thank you for always making me see the lighter side of things. The weekend was a perfect meld of relaxing and productive for us. I’m so glad we got to spend a day at the lake at Mt. Blue State Park, swimming, playing wiffle ball, and grilling with friends + family. It was so good to see you happy and laughing after one of your hardest, most stressful work weeks to date. I love watching you play with my little brother. You guys rocked at glow in the dark frisbee. Also, your photos of the night sky are (insert Oprah voice here) ahhhmazing.
It was also a joy to spend a whole day praying and planning together, with others for the Soccer tournament we’ll be a part of in September. And I know our life is full of a lot of big decisions to make about the future, but I’m pretty excited I get to wait and watch for what’s on the horizon with you.
This afternoon we will head to the juvenile lock up facility together to visit some kids that we know and love. If anyone ever told me I’d be married to a man who literally spent every day caring for the poor, the orphaned and the imprisoned, I’d never believed such a man could exist. Thank you for your daily sacrifice of love to these little (and not so little) ones.
I love you.
You have mad photography skills.
All images © Joel Furrow
Make sure to click on the images of the night sky to get their full effect!
When we arrived at my parent’s place in Maine last Friday, I felt on the verge of a breakdown. I went out to the garden to be alone and pick the ripened blueberries. I became aware of the sound of the birds chirping and then the kuplink, kuplank, kuplunk of the blueberries dropping into my pail. That’s when I realized just how loud life had been the last week.
We had 95°+ weather last week, and for us northerners in the city, that means the constant buzz of box fans and window a/c units, more fighting and sirens and music on the streets, and having to escape to crowded stores for some relief from the heat.
But the loud sounds surrounding me were hardly louder than the thoughts inside my own head. From housing to health, and all thats in between, we experienced a series of discouragements and their ramifications have been roaring around my head on repeat.
So after filling my pail with wonderfully ripe and tart blueberries, I went and laid in the hammock with Joel, and took time to just be.
As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.”
— Henry David Thoreau
Two Saturdays ago we were in need of a place to spend time reading and swimming. We knew we’d be fighting traffic if we drove to the beaches, and fighting for a space to lay a blanket once we got there. So we opted for Walden Pond, the very place Thoreau escaped to when he needed a bit of silence and solitude. The literary nerd in me was delighted (and yes, I did take my copy of Walden to read while there — it only seemed appropriate, and besides I have my favorite chapters I like to re-read from time to time). Thoreau was the first author I read on the necessity of silence and solitude for the health of the soul. After him there were the modern authors, Henri Nouwen and Dallas Willard.
It was a beautiful late summer day. We swam in the clear, warm water, ate our picnic lunch, and lounged about on our quilt. We’ve found that these day trips are necessary for our sanity. In order for us to keep living in the chaos of our neighborhood, for Joel to keep spending himself for these kids, we must be diligent in taking the time to be still.
it is my first summer in boston.
some nights it makes me miss carolyn.
when we’d drive down after work to see a show.
–> rainer maria. david bazan. lovedrug. eisley. etc.
laugh & dream & walk along the old streets after midnight.
talking about what it would be like, after college, when we
would leave the country & move to the city & start life anew.
it never happens just like you think it would, but life anew happens nonetheless.
we’d hit the interstate.
finished with our words.
windows down, radio up.
& this was our soundtrack.
*maps [yeah yeah yeahs]
*the awful truth of loving [rainer maria]
*when they really get to know you they will run [pedro the lion]
*the boy who blocked his own shot [brand new]
*lua [bright eyes]
*space cowboy [steve miller band]
*keep on loving you [reo speedwagon
*lay lady lay [bob dylan]
*after the thrill is gone [the eagles]