Saturday, November 27, 2010

Living History Farms Race

Last Saturday a bunch of my friends and I ran the living history farms off road race.  You have 8 stream (more like rivers at times) crossing and you run through the hills and woods.  So much fun!  We went as Captain Underpants which really was whitie tighties and a cape of some sort.  Here's the group's before and after shot.

Next year my goal is to get twice this many people.  You should run it with me!  Yes that is mud up to my mid calf.  Going through the last stream, my feet went mid calf deep in sink mud.  I thankfully came out with two shoes unlike other people.  

Thursday, November 25, 2010


As the week of Thanksgiving popping up everywhere are your cheesy blog post about how thankful people are and I will not disappoint.

I'm so thankful for this man.

I feel blessed (I know another cheesy word, but it describes it the best) to call him my husband.  He loves Jesus more than he loves me.  He strives to become a godly leader for our family.  He's willing to do all the laundry.  He randomly brings me flowers a lot.  He enjoys to plan surprise dates.  He's on board with my dream to be foster parents.  He'll let me just cry in his arms and I don't have to explain why.  When we run together, he runs at my pace rather than the 8 minute miles he could do and never ever complains about it.  He lovingly shares the gross things about me so that I could be made more holy too.  He never complains about me wanting to take 100 pictures.  He'll warm up the car in the morning.  He always opens my door for me.  He loves playing board games with me.

I could go on and on but I will spare you all.

Happy Thanksgiving friends!  

Monday, November 1, 2010

Letter to my mom (part 9)

This letter is part of the Letter to My Mom series.

Hey mom,

Wow, life has gotten hard again.  It has been 11 months.  I feel like we are creeping closer to the one year mark and all I want to do is to pause life, not make it come any closer, not make it a reality, not let anymore memories of you drift away.

From my education I could draw you a graph about mourning and when it is hard, harder and hardest.  There is your peak right when the person passes, then the next peak at six months and then one at one year.  I am definitely your cookie cutter example (besides the peak at 8 months when I got married, but I'm sure there is a graph someone that if that was included there would be a peak too.)

That doesn't make it any actually kind of makes it lamer cause I know it is just going to keep rising in the next month.

But I will keep going, keep trusting that the Lord is drawing me near to him and that I can trust in the one who has created me.

Love you,
Your best daughter
kaci jo