Happy Valentine

My funny family,
You make me smile with my heart.


‘Round here every occasion is an excuse to make it an occasion. Valentine’s is no exception.
We make our V-day cards (thanks, PW!) for cousins and friends, and put together little “love package” to take to the girls at school for lunch to share with their friends. (Am I the best Mom EV-ER or what!?).


Momma picks out and buys herself a treat.
This year it was this gorgeous silvery-grey tunic from a local yoga-ish shop. (Thanks Halfmoon for allowing me to buy this while my kid was screaming to try on at home and return if it didn’t fit even though it was on sale!!).
I had Tt take some pics so I could figure out how best to wear a scarf with it…
(I went with the red, but not so long and “piratey”).



We tell Hubby to take his three special girls out s’where special (picked out by us). (Thanks, Gramma/Grampa for babysitting boys!).
This year it’s Vij’s, a personal Indian-fusion FAVE, for their melt-in-your-mouth lamb popsicles.
(A diet-night-off when you eat a dish cooked in 4 cups of heavy cream!).



We had an hour and a half wait for dinner, so we walked some shops with the girls while waiting. I met a nice couple from Seattle who drove all the way just to eat at Vij’s! I hope their meal was worth it. Then n home to relieve Gramma/Grampa, watch a movie and finish those Krispy Kremes. Gluttonous. Wonderful.

This year I’m just in love with my family. Stories have been hitting me from every side about families who have lost or are losing their Mothers, and I’m just very grateful to have this moment, this day, with Hubby and my 4 kids.


God’s Fingerprint

I just happened upon a blog (Beki) asking for views on interpreting God’s fingerprint in your life.
I was being thankful earlier today for my family.
8.5 years ago I was a single gal, happy, gainfully employed in my chosen field of Architecture, but praying to meet some new friends I could hang out with once in awhile. Or even just once. I was happy, sure, but getting bored.

God had been planning for quite some time, unbeknownst to me.

That same summer I took a chance attending practice golf games for a tournament with an old friend. My first time out with his friends, new to me, I met this guy. This guy who wore a Mickey Mouse baseball hat and wasn’t even phased by the odd bad shot.

Fast forward and here we are, myself, my Hubby, (his) our two now teenage daughters and our two small sons. Biologically 5 of us are first-borns, all from very different places, brought together as a family. It’s a long story (you can wait for the screenplay) (should I soon get back to it) that screams over and over “Made by God”. Our family is close, it’s happy, it’s crazy, it’s complicated. It’s got God’s fingerprints all over it. I can tell, because it works.

header-041Gotta love it.