to Him Who is able

We welcome the new year today. {Remembering to write 2015 instead of 2014  might just prove to be my hardest struggle.} Some people welcome it by jumping right into their resolutions and hitting the gym hard. Some people shoot off fireworks. Some people kiss their significant other from 11:59pm to 12:01am. Some people make lists and lists of what they're going to change in this next year. Some people might not do anything particularly special.  I managed to change out of the pi's I've been wearing for the past 3 days...into more pjs.  It's hard for me to process the fact that 2014 is over and 2015 is here. Is it just me, or did it fly by? Is it that I'm getting older? Is that why things are flying by faster and faster? A whole lot of "Next year I..." phrases were said in 2014, and now next year is this year and the year in between is gone and, holy cow...wow. Make your lists, make your resolutions.  Bottle up 2014 and all it held and keep ...

The time of year in which red and green, jingle-bell songs, star-shaped sugar cookies covered in sprinkles, pine scent throughout the house, wrapping paper cuts, shopping frenzies, holiday cards, gingerbread houses, tacky sweater parties, anticipation, lists, stress, online shopping, hoping it arrives in time-ing, peppermints, hot chocolate....it's everywhere. You can't turn on the TV without seeing a cheesy Hallmark Christmas movie. Every radio station is playing Christmas music...both the annoying ones and your favorites. All the stores have their shelves and walls and even ceilings weighed down with crazy decorations. Driving through your neighborhood means a mini light show. Late night snacks end up being leftover sugar cookie dough. {which is the best} Christmas hymns are sung at church. Little brothers count down the days to the glorious morning of Christmas. It's December, y'all, and that means Christmas time. It means braving the mall and sh...

Take this girl...sweet, beautiful and basically a most incredible little sister of mine. There's her. Kit-kat. The sister who is pretty much just like me. Scary as that is, it's also kind of awesome. Oh. And then there's these precious, adorable, heart-melters. Seriously? I can't even take it.  Because... ...I mean. Look at them.  There's my sweet baby sister who gets as excited as who-knows-what when we take her to see Cinderella in a red-velvet-curtained, gold staircases, glass chandeliers theatre. How can your heart NOT leap out of your chest when you see this?  My dad and brother? Pretty much the coolest kids on the block with their hawks and falcons and stuff. Yep. They stole Thanksgiving. Cousins are awesome and I love that, even though we may not see each other often, we can play a hardcore game together and basically be bff's. Spinning princesses in gorgeous sunlight? C'mon.  ...

{sometimes we like to just sit on the front porch after eating a spoonful of peanut butter.}

"I have a life outside (the blog world) you know." I just (kinda) quoted Monsters University, and if you have 6 brothers who quote it endlessly, (like I do) then you would know that. Our life can get crazy hectic, as can everyone's. School, cross country, the play, work, falconry, school, housework...School. you know. I come to you this evening, as my brothers sit sprawled everywhere watching Lego Starwars, and bring you a "real life" post. A collaboration of photos both from my phone and camera....some blurry, some crisp... all priceless and to be forever treasured. And I do this, trusting that you will be gracious and understanding as you will for sure see messy faces, dirty backgrounds and crazy hair. I am not the type of person to hide dirtiness. And let be honest, messy faces and crazy hair is the best, right? Legos. These colorful, small, hurts-worse-than-most-anything-if-you-step-on-them blocks bring hours and hours of entertainme...