Amen Ryan Adams, Amen!  No apologies! 
Signed,
A woman who has been loving the crap out of everything for as long as she can remember.

Amen Ryan Adams, Amen!  No apologies! 

Signed,

A woman who has been loving the crap out of everything for as long as she can remember.

The Year of the Beard
Brent has grown a beard at least once a year for the almost ten years we’ve been together. He can go from clean shaven to a full beard in about four weeks. He grew what he called “a play off beard” during my pregnancy with Everly and another while I was pregnant with Arlo. I’ve watched over the years as tiny streaks of silver have slowly crept in and every year it seems like he grows them a little longer before shaving again.
It’s always fascinated me the way beards share a common love language amongst men. I can think of no other physical feature that has ever provoked perfect strangers to stop my husband and offer up a compliment like the ones he receives from other men nearly every day for his beard.
And suddenly, it feels like beards are everywhere. There are whole instagram accounts dedicated to bearded men. I see more and more beards in high end ad campaigns. There are crocheted beards for babies and beards on tshirts. Like owls and foxes and mustaches before them, the beard craze is having its moment. Brent has never cared much about being trendy, so it amuses me a bit that he’s become so unintentionally fashionable. 
Inevitably, Brent will reach a point every year when he claims he has forgotten what his actualy face looks like and he grows tired of constantly trying to keep whatever he is eating or drinking from landing in his facial hair. He will sneak off to the bathroom without saying anything and swing open the door with a freshly shaven face again. 
I joke that it’s sort of like being married to two different men because he looks so different without it. This particular beard has been growing since the beginning of June and I think its time may be coming to a close. He whispered in my ear a few days ago, “I think I’m ready to shave this thing off.”  
Brent’s friend Jakob snapped this photo of him last night and emailed it us this morning. It appears that this particular beard’s days may be numbered (or maybe not if I can talk him out of it) but I love this photo so I wanted to post it. 
Love,
M

The Year of the Beard

Brent has grown a beard at least once a year for the almost ten years we’ve been together. He can go from clean shaven to a full beard in about four weeks. He grew what he called “a play off beard” during my pregnancy with Everly and another while I was pregnant with Arlo. I’ve watched over the years as tiny streaks of silver have slowly crept in and every year it seems like he grows them a little longer before shaving again.

It’s always fascinated me the way beards share a common love language amongst men. I can think of no other physical feature that has ever provoked perfect strangers to stop my husband and offer up a compliment like the ones he receives from other men nearly every day for his beard.

And suddenly, it feels like beards are everywhere. There are whole instagram accounts dedicated to bearded men. I see more and more beards in high end ad campaigns. There are crocheted beards for babies and beards on tshirts. Like owls and foxes and mustaches before them, the beard craze is having its moment. Brent has never cared much about being trendy, so it amuses me a bit that he’s become so unintentionally fashionable. 

Inevitably, Brent will reach a point every year when he claims he has forgotten what his actualy face looks like and he grows tired of constantly trying to keep whatever he is eating or drinking from landing in his facial hair. He will sneak off to the bathroom without saying anything and swing open the door with a freshly shaven face again. 

I joke that it’s sort of like being married to two different men because he looks so different without it. This particular beard has been growing since the beginning of June and I think its time may be coming to a close. He whispered in my ear a few days ago, “I think I’m ready to shave this thing off.”  

Brent’s friend Jakob snapped this photo of him last night and emailed it us this morning. It appears that this particular beard’s days may be numbered (or maybe not if I can talk him out of it) but I love this photo so I wanted to post it. 

Love,

M

I wanted to take a moment to share about a campaign called Turn on the Water some friends of our are leading through a wonderful Nicaragua based non profit called SuNicaSuNica is dear to our family, as Brent spent a week with the local team in Nicaragua last fall and got to meet many of the people that this water project directly impacts.

What I love most about SuNica is that they work hand in hand with the communities they serve to create locally-lead solutions. The people in the communities are involved in every step of the process from prioritizing what projects would be most impactful to participating in the building, fund raising and long term maintainance of the project. The result is community powered pride and ownership because the people impacted have the power to make positive changes for themselves and their neighbors. 

El Porvenir is a trash dump community in Nicaragua. Many of the families have to walk to nearby shallow wells to collect water in buckets for drinking, washing and cooking. The water is often dirty, contaminated with fecal matter and can cause severe illnesses. Some of the wells dry up to a near trickle during the dry season.  

Phase 1 of the projects is to help fund the cost of a rig that will drill 80-120 feet down to access clean water. There are four phases to the project and the result will be for each home in El Porvenir to have direct access to fresh, clean drinking water. The impacts to the health and wellness of the people in this community will be significant. 

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Visit Turnonthewater.org to learn more about this project and how you can help fund its completion.  I look forward to sharing updates as each phase of the project reaches its funding goal. 

Today is Brent’s 34th birthday. The kids and I pledged to Turn on the Water in his honor. Will you join us?

Love,

M

An hour ago, the Honorable Max O. Cogburn, Jr. of the U.S. District Court for the Western District of North Carolina, struck down Amendment One and ordered the state to begin recognizing same-sex marriages! Having a little tearful celebration with my mama and Peg right now over the news.

An hour ago, the Honorable Max O. Cogburn, Jr. of the U.S. District Court for the Western District of North Carolina, struck down Amendment One and ordered the state to begin recognizing same-sex marriages! Having a little tearful celebration with my mama and Peg right now over the news.

Recent “Arlo Says” moments:
(He hates to have his hands dirty. He will ask to wash his hands in the middle of a meal sometimes but he could careless if the rest of his body is covered in dirt. Just as long as his hands are clean!)
Brent: Arlo, we got you something yummy from the bakery for breakfast! It’s called a sticky bun.
Arlo: (horrified, he wrapped his arms around himself, pretends to shake in fear and in his best “ScoobyDoo just saw a ghost” voice he says….) Stickyyyyy buns!               (Despite being covered in caramel and nuts- he refused to eat it! Note to self: Next time just call it a cinnamon roll)
Another story:
Me: My goodness son, I have got to cut your toe nails!
Arlo: No mommy! Those are my weapons!

Recent “Arlo Says” moments:
(He hates to have his hands dirty. He will ask to wash his hands in the middle of a meal sometimes but he could careless if the rest of his body is covered in dirt. Just as long as his hands are clean!)
Brent: Arlo, we got you something yummy from the bakery for breakfast! It’s called a sticky bun.
Arlo: (horrified, he wrapped his arms around himself, pretends to shake in fear and in his best “ScoobyDoo just saw a ghost” voice he says….) Stickyyyyy buns! (Despite being covered in caramel and nuts- he refused to eat it! Note to self: Next time just call it a cinnamon roll)
Another story:
Me: My goodness son, I have got to cut your toe nails!
Arlo: No mommy! Those are my weapons!

Seven years today since I stood  holding your hands and the words, “i do” spilling out of me with so much joy. I’m often hard headed and hell bent and yet you have learned when to get out of my way and when to stand firm. You bend me, gently enough, without ever leaving me broken. You are the sand that smoothes my rough edges and the one who makes me feel like a cherished diamond. I shine in your love, Brent.

Seven years today since I stood holding your hands and the words, “i do” spilling out of me with so much joy. I’m often hard headed and hell bent and yet you have learned when to get out of my way and when to stand firm. You bend me, gently enough, without ever leaving me broken. You are the sand that smoothes my rough edges and the one who makes me feel like a cherished diamond. I shine in your love, Brent.

Everly Says…

(While crying at bedtime)

I had a rough day. School was long, my balloon flew away, and I have too many things in my purse so it won’t shut!

(In case anyone was wondering, the four year old struggle is real)

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Me: “Arlo, do you think you would like to learn to play an instrument one day?”
 (He nods yes and in my head I’m thinking of all the instruments he is exposed to on a regular basis- guitar, banjo, drums, djembe, harmonica…)
 Me: “What kind?”
 Arlo: “A tuba!”
 I love this age where everyday my children reveal something new and surprising to me about who they are as individuals. A tuba! I didn’t even know he knew what that was.

Me: “Arlo, do you think you would like to learn to play an instrument one day?”


(He nods yes and in my head I’m thinking of all the instruments he is exposed to on a regular basis- guitar, banjo, drums, djembe, harmonica…)


Me: “What kind?”


Arlo: “A tuba!”


I love this age where everyday my children reveal something new and surprising to me about who they are as individuals. A tuba! I didn’t even know he knew what that was.

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Five Years Later

I went to San Francisco last week for the first time since we left four years ago. I have so much to share, including some great photos taken by my friend Erica.  But in the meantime, I wanted to share two photos snapped on the same front porch a little more than five years apart. The first was in the spring of 2009 when I took photos with Julie Sparenberg (and heavy photo filters were all the rage).

The second was shot by  Erica last Sunday as we walked around my old neighborhood. I called the house the “Watermelon house” and it was always one of my favorites. 

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A lot happens in five years, but some things never change. 

Love,

M

Everly Says…

Upon viewing the freezer waffles her father heated up for her:

"Oh! These waffles look absolutely divine!"

(I’ll admit she has been watching Food Network with me lately.)

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