Sometimes I have a hard time seeing myself in her. I see a lot of Ryan. Today I compared our 2 year old pictures together and I was so surprised to see how similar we look at this age. Especially the first picture with my great great grandma. #tinyadventurer#minime#cuterversion
We’ve done anniversaries here, birthdays here, New Year’s Eves where we’ve frozen and cheered for the fireworks here, even one memorable teenage date where I went with a stomach bug and splattered carrot and coriander soup all over the street here — and I know it’s, what, a little basic to have London as your favourite place in the world? Especially if you don’t live there? But I set my babies crawling over old mosaic floors and park myself next to the paintings, and I love it so hard it feels like a big deep breath.
“Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
Reading Mary Oliver this bright Friday morning. “Announcing your place in the family of things”— 😭😭😭
Do you have a favourite cheer-up poem? This is one of mine.
This Mickey is very special. I got this Mickey from my dad on his 1st TDY when I was around 1. Mickey and I were inseparable for many many years. He’s been on numerous adventures over numerous states. A few years ago I brought Mickey back home with me from my parents and he’s been lounging in the back room. Last night Breelyn found him and she’s become inseparable with him too. He ate breakfast at the table, went for a car ride to Mimi’s, then to work with Momma. She even stood on the porch steps waiting for me to get home so she could get her “Mity Mou”. He’s been dragged all over the house this evening. It warms my heart to know this big fella brought me comfort for years, and nearly 30 years later he’s bringing my own daughter comfort. #militarymickey#tinyadventurer#likemotherlikedaughter#sweetmemories
Today was “dress like what you want to be when you grow up” day at “school.” I couldn’t decide what Holden should be. A photographer? A cyclist? An entrepreneur? Then I realized I don’t care what he grows up to do as long as he continues to #explore.
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""Every human being needs to know what she's fighting for." A Man Called Ove
My fight. My loves. My boys. My why. My everything. (I've changed my IG handle--formerly the_cheney_family. Hope you stick around and invite your friends!)
When I think back on my own childhood there are a few things that stand out...feeling my brother kick my mom's tummy for the first time when she was pregnant, saying goodbye to my friends when we moved from Vermont to Oregon which felt huge to my 10 year old self, and making gingerbread houses with my grandpa every Thanksgiving. Of course there are also countless other things I don't remember, including my one and only trip to Disneyland. It always gets me thinking about what my own kids will remember. Will it be swimming in the waves on Kauai, or visiting Disneyland for the first time? Or maybe our annual Breakfast With Santa? But, as large as those moments are I have to also think that there is beauty and treasure in the mundane. The quiet moments they steal away at bedtime thinking we don't hear them whispering beneath a headlamp, or putting together puzzles, or cuddling in and watching family movies. Whenever I'm feeling less than I have to remind myself that these mundane moments are just as important as the larger ones.
It's Friday, friends! What are your plans this weekend (big or small!)?
Oh my littlest love, you are getting so big. I am trying to figure out how much longer I'll be able to hoist you up and carry you through the house. You still ask me to hold you and Tiny I'll hold you as long as my arms can carry you, and when you are too big for my arms sweet boy I'll carry you forever in my heart, all night and all day. ❤️