We are here, and everywhere
Do you have a friend that you always want to write as the days keep passing, but each time you think about it you feel overwhelmed wondering how you can possibly bring this person up to date on your life? Well, the blog sometimes hangs over my head in the same way. Love the blog. Love to read blogs. Love to communicate. But unlike a lot of amazing people in blogworld (who somehow have more magical minutes in their day I haven’t found yet), I just can’t seem to carve out consistent time to post daily, or weekly sometimes! The momentum of life and the reality of responsibilities have me tied to a few other things right now. Wonderful, beautiful things. But things that are much more needy, demanding and often urgent than the beloved computer (and rightly so!). But I’ve submitted this burden of feeling the blog is meant to catch you all up on every aspect of our lives. It’s actually quite a silly (okay…we’re really into this word right now since it’s about the only nice way of saying anything with a 2 yr. old in ear shot) notion. Who could possibly communicate all of who they are through a one-dimensional avenue? So, I’m going to stop expecting that of myself, and trust you all are not expecting that of me either. I’m going to continue giving snapshots of our life and ministry here in the good ole northwoods, and maybe if you want more, you’re going to have to just come and visit us! 
Sam & Truman discovering eggs during a hunt with the cousins on a recent trip to Omaha. Oh to see things through the eyes of a child.
Truman & his cousin Jack laughing it up. What buddies they will soon be.
Tava at 8 months. Smiling, scooching, playing, laughing, munching, loving life.
Becoming quite the two peas in a pod.
Yes, it’s quite officially begun. Success you ask? Well, we’d like to think this past week of “boot-camp” (as we like to call things) potty-training has gone unexpectedly well. Though, with all other skills learned and miletones embraced…set-backs do come. We’re proud of our little man though. Even if it means staying in the house like a hermit for a while. He will thank me someday, right?
And there you have some snapshots.
Next up this weekend? Mother/Daughter Retreat at Camp Forest Springs! Woo-hoo! I’m heading out tonight to scoop ice-cream and serve up some pizza fries for the dear ladies. Pray for a wonderful time of connecting for these mothers and young adolescent daughters - what a special time for God to richly bless these relationships for years to come!