Babymoon

It came about this summer, through a stressful transition with decisions having to be made about our future, when one day my sweet husband turned the focus off of the unknowns and unto a known fact: I had always dreamed of traveling to Spain together.

So, why not go this fall? He suggested out-of-the-blue. He’d been thinking about it for awhile, even flirted with the idea of making it a surprise. But seeing my emotional state and knowing how I love planning trips, he dropped it on me like the life raft I’d been needing.

Fast forward 2 months– although we had just moved overseas and into a new apartment, 23 weeks pregnant seemed to be the perfect time for a quick get away before our work responsibilities (and my belly) became too heavy. It also happened to be right around our 2 year anniversary. Another great excuse for a romantic excursion!

We started in Barcelona: I’d never been yet had always longed to see Gaudi’s famous Sagrada Familia. But first things first, in order to start the trip off right we dined downtown for a traditional Spanish paella! I had to pass on the sangria for now…

 

There were sites in Barcelona I hadn’t even known we needed to see– the Bunkers was one of them. We climbed towards the heavens, arriving at an overlook of beautiful sea and city. The wind whistling all around us made photo opps and conversion difficult, and as it was all we could do to try and not fly away, I bet our laughter roared louder than the wind!

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Another comical account of our trip were the traffic lights. Not exaggerating- there were intersections every 100 meters, fully outfitted with stoplights. LOOOONG stoplights. If/when we took a wrong turn, we had to drive an hour on one-way streets to get to where we had started. Word of wisdom for all who travel to Barcelona: don’t rent a car.

Eventually we got to where we intended to go, including the Guell Palace where we simply gawked at Gaudi’s architectural genius for hours.

Once outside the city, however, we drove freely without stoplights, worrying only about stopping to pay tolls and savoring bites of gluten free goodies from Pastisserie Jansana.

Our GPS led us straight to the sea. We turned unto cobblestone and into a harbor of twinkle lights reflecting off the glassy water. It was even better than I had imagined.

In the morning, the sun rose over the mountains to reveal the quaintest of towns. Oh Cadaques, you were a dream.

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White-washed buildings. Blue doors. Cappuccinos by the sea.

Cliffside pathways winding their way to the lighthouse. Sunsets and star gazing on rooftops.

I can close my eyes and still smell the salty air…

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But our trip didn’t end there.

We made our way back down Costa Brava and went back in time to a quiet medieval village in Pals where we may have been the only tourists. We ate where the locals ate and frolicked through a maze of stone walls, caring only to be silly and free.

 

Continuing our journey through Girona, we spent our last couple nights in Begur. We wasted time exploring narrow streets and watching waves crash against the coast, idling however we pleased. We befriended spontaneity as this was our last foreseeable chance before the new babe changes our lives forever…

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Captured one final sunset from the castle heights, we held our breaths as bowing rays reflected gold across the countryside. We said hello and goodnight to the rising moon, reluctant to acknowledge the end of our Catalan respite.

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After a summer of crazy and a month of settling into a new life, by taking this time in Spain to pause, love each other, and let life slow down a bit, we finally felt like us again.

The us that I am so thankful for.

The us that is ready to soon grow from two to three!

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Gender Reveal

A few days before journeying back overseas, we had a small party with family and close friends to reveal our baby’s gender…

Pink or Blue??

The guesses were pretty evenly split… though I’d say a few more leaned towards boy.

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My mom and grandma decorated everything so cute and festive!

Jesse and I found out the gender at the doctor’s appointment, so the reveal was to announce it to our loved ones. While it was fun having a secret to ourselves, I think for Baby #2 I want someone to reveal it to us…

For the Big Reveal, we had a party store fill a balloon with the appropriate color confetti, and…

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POP!

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It’s a BOY!!!!!!!!!

 

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And a wiggly boy at that!!!

We were so grateful to be surrounded by loved ones as we celebrated our Baby Boy before packing our bags for this next season.

It is clearly evident that our Little One is already loved by so many…

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Thank you everyone for your prayers as we prepare for his arrival!!!!

Now to think of a name….

First comes love, then comes marriage…

… then comes the baby in the baby carriage!

613 days after saying “I do”, two pink lines appeared on a stick.

July 7th, 2016 could easily be the 2nd happiest day of my life.

 

We’re pregnant!

 

Waiting to share our news was one of the toughest secrets I’ve ever had to keep, especially when morning sickness started to make itself present around week 6…

We told our immediate family at 8 weeks, right after we’d had our first check-up and ultrasound.

Now at 15 weeks, we’re telling the world!!!

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The announcement called for a photo shoot with none other than the shoes we started our adventure with… Chacos! Unfortunately, while I was searching online, I realized their smallest size sandal would be too big for our needs. So, the $5 sandals from Old Navy would just have to do. We’ll buy our baby Chacos when they can actually walk…

Photo Credit goes to my friend Lindsay, who being 8 months pregnant at the time, squatted down to get the perfect angle of our feet. And although our faces were not in the photo, I was indeed smiling the whole time…

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The photoshoot took place over Labor Day weekend while camping with friends down by the CDA River at Little North Fork, Post Falls, Idaho. For our nature loving selves, we couldn’t pick a better place to announce the addition to our growing family.

Can’t wait to bring our Little here in the future!

The Domino Effect

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We’ve all done it, lined-up dominoes centimeters apart to form a giant spiral atop the dining room table or kitchen floor. We held our breath until the last domino was positioned, then with the slightest flick of our finger, we sent the domino tumbling backwards.

Each corresponding domino collided with the one behind it, whirling around the table until what once was a meticulously planned design ended in a flattened mess.

Depending on how many dominoes you used, it may have taken over an hour to set-up, yet when set into motion you watched the whole thing fall on its face within seconds.

Maybe you hadn’t even finished constructing it when your hip bumped against the table, accidentally catalyzing the twirl all too soon.

You may already get where I’m going with this- you’re smart people.

For those of you who still need an ‘ah-ha’…

We make plans, we work hard, we dedicate precious time to things that matter much more than dominoes, but sometimes all it takes is the tiniest shove and you feel like you backslid back to the very beginning of a world you thought you had under control.

When this happens, there’s a tendency for everything you learned along the way to suddenly lose the value it once had. In that moment we focus on the failure and mistakes more than the journey itself.

Maybe you pick up the pieces right away and re-set the dominoes exactly the way they were before- only to have them fall down again.

Maybe you give up entirely, and with one long swoop across the table you shove the pieces back into the box and march it back to the game closet, grumbling about trying to make it work in the first place.

Maybe you put it on pause and distract yourself with other chores, only to find yourself back in that kitchen chair staring at the messy table of flattened dominoes before you.

This past year, my husband and I set off on an adventure, one we thought for sure would stick. We started settling in for the long-run: planting our roots, laying a foundation. We invested in relationships, spent time sharpening our skills in correlating areas of need, and put great effort into stepping out of our comfort zones.

Then with just one bump, somewhere in the middle of our spiral, one of our domino pieces tottered over. The results were messy, but not completely ruined, and from our side it looked we could line them up again.

So we tried. And tried. And tried again.

But each and every time, the dominos kept getting bumped. Not only forwards, but backwards as well. Causing us to ask the question: “How long should we keep trying?”

We finally put the dominoes away and looked at the clean table. I guess it was time to start something new…

Refinement.

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A trusted mentor shared with me a story someone once shared with her. I’ll do my best to share it with you as beautifully as she did me…

Once there was a woman who wanted to understand what the Bible meant when it talks about refinement, so she went to a goldsmith to learn firsthand about the process.

As he answered all her questions, she asked him if he sat and watched the gold the entire time. Of course! He replied. For if the flames become a degree too hot, or if I keep it in for a second too long, the gold would be destroyed!

The woman thought about his words, and compared them back to the specific passage she had studied earlier.

“He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver, and He will purify the sons of Levi and refine them like gold and silver, and they will bring offerings in righteousness to the Lord.” -Malachi 3:3

Our Refiner sits.

Whenever we feel like we’re in the fire, we can find comfort in the fact that not once does God take His eyes off of us. Nor does He let the flames get too hot nor does He keep us in for longer than we can endure, for His sole intent is our purification. He sits and steadily holds us in His hands, in His perfect wisdom, and in His perfect timing. 

How do you know when the gold has been refined? She asked the smith one last question.

He smiled and answered her. When I pull it out of the fire and I’m able to see my own image reflecting back at me, that’s when I know the process has been completed.

Although God uses every trial we face to purify and refine us, it’s easy to feel like we’ve fallen victim to an unjust world. OR we may dismiss suffering as spiritual attack, argue that no good could come from it, and immediately pray against it.

I’ll raise my hand for both those feelings.

But as true as both quite possibly may be, how we respond and grow through such seasons of life is up to us.

As I’ve been praying and seeking the Lord on this area in my own life, He’s reassured me that refinement is a necessary process. All His beloved children will go through it.

Even though it’s not always fun and may seem like God is nowhere to be found, the truth is He’s in full control of the entire process. Once it’s complete, His image will be reflected in us for the world to see.

I mulled over some recent scenarios that have specifically been targeting my character and spirit, AKA God is probably using them to refine me. I jotted down a few…

I can know I’m being refined when                                                                      .

…I’m feeling the heat. (punnnnnny, sorry)

…I’m constantly battling to deny my flesh.

…I’m facing painstakingly difficult situations that give me an opportunity to become more like Jesus.

…I want to run away in anger, but I stay and attempt peace.

…bitterness and offense are eager to spring up, but the Holy Spirit extinguishes them.

…forgiveness is the last thing I want to do, but by God’s grace alone, I do it.

…I feel stuck.

…I’m waiting for healing.

…I’m waiting for answers.

…I’m questioning my purpose.

As hard as these may seem in the moment, the Lord is using all of these scenarios to turn me towards Himself. To seek His Will. To know His ways.

To reflect His Image

To be molded as He chooses.

That I may bring offerings in righteousness before Him.

 

Beautiful things take time.

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Sometimes it’s only when you run away for awhile that you’re able to understand what it is exactly that you had to run away from.

This happened to my husband and I a couple months ago when we hopped on a plane to get out of the city for 5 days. As soon as we rose out of the smog-laden city and emerged into a clear, blue sky, we suddenly realized how trapped we had been feeling.

It became obvious to us that our coping mechanisms for city living are not where they need to be. Although we gave ourselves 5 days to go to the beach, explore ancient ruins, and climb mountains, we weren’t at all ready to get on the plane back home.

Don’t get me wrong, we LOVE what we do. Our culture shock isn’t necessarily from living in another country, but it derives from the stresses of terrible traffic at all hours of the day, minimal greenery, and nowhere to go to be alone due to the 6,530 people (roughly) populating every square mile.

To anyone that asks us, we’ll admit that it’s been tough figuring out how to take care of ourselves in order to be healthy and thrive. Especially when we’re in a place that seems to strip us of energy before we even start to work…

On one of the days during our much needed get-away, we decided to rent a car and go check out a waterfall. What we found was better than we’d imagined it would be. The waterfall wasn’t extraordinarily huge nor was it in the middle of a tropical rainforest, but it was a sight for our city-sore eyes.

After we’d been delightfully refreshed by the waterfall sprays, we found a giant tree root and plopped ourselves in front of the waterfall. We sat there, mesmerized as the waterfall gently collided into the crystal bay of calm turquoise before us.

I wanted to sit there forever. I think my husband felt the same way. Emotions began to blur my vision, so I gave-in and let a few tears escape. The silence was softly broken as I heard my husband praying beside me. I let a few more tears fall and leaned my head on his shoulder.

A little bit later, he spoke up, “See the rough edges? This waterfall was probably created over the years as the river cut into the rock, eventually creating the crevice you see now.”

Beautiful things take time.

While our life may feel extremely messy, exhausting, and out of our control, the fact of the matter is that the current cuts and bruises we’re experiencing is quite possibly the only way for deeper beauty to be made.

So as we run back to what we ran away from, we do so fully aware of the hardships we’ll face, but we also run back with patience for ourselves, grace for every situation, and trust in God for His perfect timing.

We continued to sit in front of the waterfall for a couple more minutes, breathing in all we could of the sacred moment. It took all our strength to get up, but eventually we were able to tear ourselves away, and we started the climb back to the parking lot.

 

 

 

 

Our Flower Friend

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Every day on the way home I pass a small flower shop. Because I live in a cement jungle, I tend to gravitate towards anything that grows. Since this city is seriously lacking in the color green, whenever I walk by the shop, I make it a point to breathe in the freshly produced oxygen from the plants displayed outside the door.

Usually I’m in a hurry, but all it takes is one quick whiff to remind me of the sweet fragrance of my Creator before I continue on my way to face the people and the traffic.

When I got sick on Thanksgiving day, my husband ran to the store for some juice and crackers, but when he returned he also carried with him two small trees and a beautiful bouquet of fresh stems.

Nature is healing, and I don’t think humanity can live without it. Scientifically, we can’t survive with out it. In all his genius, God didn’t only give us creation so just we could live, but also for our enjoyment. While the atmosphere around us does indeed allow us to breathe, it also beckons us to stop, admire, and find peace.

The flower shop owner’s name means “patience.”

He’s been in the same small shop for 30 years now, so he’s seen the city develop from farmland and animals to busy street and underground trains. He said one of the reasons he’s stuck around is to remind people of the beauty that once was, and that one of the reasons people are so stressed out is because they forget.

They forget to stop and smell the fresh blooms, to catch butterflies, to sit in the sun.

But his shop remains as a symbol, waiting patiently for the world to remember the Creator and creation. To stop working overtime. To spend time outdoors. To bring sweet fragrances into their homes and onto their balconies.

Balconies much like this one…

Thank you, dear flower friend, for your wise words and your beautiful flowers.

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