Love is hard…work.


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There’s one phrase from Jonathan and I’s marriage counseling that will always stick with me: “Marriage, at its very best, is hard work.” I’d like to tweak that just a bit and say, “Relationships, at their very best, are hard work.” Let’s look outside of the scope of just love and intimacy. Take a look at the relationships you have with your friends, your parents, your coworkers. What state are those relationships in? How much work are both sides putting into it?

As I sat and though about Valentine’s Day this week I thought, “Man, I need to work on my relationships.” I noticed that I had begun to grumble about never getting to see my friends, not spending enough time with my parents, not having patience with my husband, and struggling to even tolerate some of the people I interacted with on a day-to-day basis. It wasn’t until I thought back to those words from our marriage counseling sessions that I realized I knew the reason these relationships weren’t growing; I wasn’t putting work into them – let alone hard work.

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Welcomed into Motherhood

I’m back!

It’s been six weeks since my last post, but for good reason! Our little wildflower made her grand entrance into the world on October, 19th. And our lives have changed in the best ways.

Emerson Hazel Scott has brought more joy, love and contentment into our little world than we ever thought possible. From the moment I heard her little cry, my whole being overflowed with inexplainable joy.

All those cliche things people tell you before you have a baby: “There’s nothing like parenthood”, “You’ll never be the same again”, “Holding your baby is the best feeling in the world”.

It’s all true. Every bit of it.

I know this is all old news to all you seasoned parents out there, but the newness of this crazy thing called “motherhood” has not worn off yet for me.

And I’m not quite sure it ever will. ❤


To my daughter…

Shortly after I found out I was pregnant, stumbled upon a piece by Sydney Davis called, Why I Will Teach My Daughter Not to Wait. I was so moved by her words. It inspired me to write a letter to my little wildflower. I’ve spent weeks putting these words together for her, in hopes that one day she’ll read them and know her worth, and just how loved she was even before we met her.


My daughter –

My beautiful, fearless, kind, strong, roundhouse-kick-to-the-face-of-conformity daughter.

First – I want you to know that the love I have for you has been measured out from before you were even conceived. Since the first thought of you I haven’t even began to comprehend how it is possible that God loves you more than I do, but I know that He does. I want you to always know that too, and hold that love close to you all your days. Know without a shadow of a doubt, pretty girl, that the love held for you is so immense that it sits among the stars. The very love that breathed the stars into existence so that you might one day wish upon them, is the same love that holds you carefully and tenderly, nestled in the hands of an Almighty Creator. That, paired with the love your daddy and I have for you, will be more than enough to get you through anything.

Also, I want you to know that there is nothing you could do that would make me love you less. Nothing. 

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Home is the nicest word there is.

Yesterday my husband and I got to celebrate American’s birthday at our favorite place, home.

We love our home. We’ve lived there for a year and a half now, and we’re still working on various projects to make it our “own”. All the work we’ve put into it already makes it so worth coming home to at the end of the day. It’s fun to look back at pictures of when we first bought it and see all the changes and personal touches we’ve made to it already!

Home is our favorite place to be together, but lately it feels like it’s our least visited and most neglected place. We’ve been in a season of traveling, camping, late work nights, and all the fun busyness that summer brings. Even the days when one of us would be home, it seemed like the other always had something going on.

So yesterday, after several weeks of going non-stop, we got to enjoy the entire day at home. Together. And it was fantastic.

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