Wednesday, April 22, 2015


"Whoever wants to understand much must play much."
-Gottfried Benn

Lately we've been basing our days off the fickle Minnesota weather. One day we're traipsing through the grass in our bare feet, in awe of the budding colors spattered throughout the landscape. The next day we're grumbling about the white snow cloaking the freshly turned green grass. Every time spring triumphs over winter, we're outside celebrating, soaking up every single morsel of the day. Soon, very soon, winter will lose more and more, and our feet will consistently bask in the warmth of the sun-kissed grass.

Here are some of our spring triumphs. Throwing rocks in the freshly thawed river. Taking the bikes out for their first rides of the year. Picnics. Parks. Puddles. Superhero saving the world one grocery shopping trip at a time.

Monday, April 6, 2015


We are merely moving shadows, and all our busy rushing ends in nothing. We heap up wealth, not knowing who will spend it.
And so, Lord, where do I put my hope? My only hope is in you.
-Psalm 39:6-7 NLT

Nearly a decade ago now I married my best friend. And on holidays we'd do things that parents do with their young children, as if it were a dress rehearsal for the real thing. Mostly these things were my ideas and Dave just played along, but I'd think about the years in the future when we'd continue these traditions with our little ones participating. One of those things was an Easter basket scavenger hunt. 

All those years ago when it was just my husband and I devising individual hunts for each other, I didn't fully understand the potential of adding our children into the fold. This Easter we carried that tradition along again. It always starts with a letter from the ever elusive bunny, the first clues written at the end. Then it's a mad dash from one hidden egg with a clue leading them to the next. This was the first year we did two separate hunts for the boys. I went with one kid while Dave went with the other. Squeals and tiny foot steps could be heard throughout the house as one kid solved the clue and ran to the next. At the very end were their baskets, filled with all their favorite goodies. 

Every year since our children have participated in this tradition started a decade ago, I remember the young newlyweds running through their small two bedroom house, scavenging for the next clue. It never fails to put a smile on my face.

And just like all the years past, we piled into the van, amped up on the sugar from the chocolate bunnies and Peeps, and drove to my Aunt Velda's house for time spent with my big, fat, crazy extended family. I say each holiday is my favorite, but Easter really might be the very best.

Daddy received a letter from the Bunny himself asking if he'd help out once again this year.