20 questions with BK

I have big, big plans to blog more often this year. I haven’t gotten off to the best start, huh? I’ve had really big intentions, but life and Netflix and great books have taken over my spare time.

I keep seeing this interview on Facebook, but let’s be honest, I’m never going to save my Facebook posts, I love that Kristin put hers in a blog post. This is what I originally started the blog for anyway, documenting all the things.

1. What is something mom always says to you? BRAAAYYYYLEN
2. What makes mom happy? For me to be good.
3. What makes mom sad?  For me to be bad. Looking at questions 1-3 it seems like all I do is discipline, but I promise it’s more fun than that around here. 
4. How does your mom make you laugh? By telling me jokes Knock-knock jokes at her request, all day, every day. 
5. What was your mom like as a child? Just like me. So very true, she hears this all of the time! 
6. How old is your mom? 17 I’ll take it! 
7. How tall is your mom? Taller than a truck I’m only 5’6″ so she’s a little off
8. What is her favorite thing to do? Eat ice cream I’m not a big ice cream eater, but this is BK’s favorite thing to do 
9. What does your mom do when you’re not around? Go to the gym
10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for? Art I wish, but sweet that she notices that it’s something that I love
11. What is your mom really good at ? Doing Bible Journaling
12. What is your mom not very good at? Cleaning the house This made me laugh out loud. Y’all, I may have faults but a dirty house is NOT one of them, I feel like I am always tidying something up around here. 
13. What does your mom do for a job? Work on her computer
14. What is your mom’s favorite food? Ice cream
15. If your mom were a character, who would she be? Goldie Locks, daddy would be one of the three bears
16. What do you and your mom do together?  Bible Journaling and art Yes!! Our favorites! 
17. How are you and your mom different? Our hair, and size, and she has longer arms The hair thing is big for her, she is forever telling me how she wishes I had pretty curls like her. Sorry friend, but that came from your daddy. 
18. How do you know your mom loves you? By the way she looks at me This was my favorite answer, by far! 
19. Where is your mom’s favorite place to go? Hmm.. That’s a hard one…
20. How old was your Mom when you were born? Zero And then it all just got silly! 


We should totally do this more often, I love her answers and love the perspective it gives me on what she’s seeing with her little eyes.


happy 5th birthday, BK!

Sweet BK,

Five years ago, you came into our lives and we have never been the same. Five years ago today, you filled our hearts with more love than we ever imagined. It was instant and perfect, your big blue eyes held our gaze, and we were forever changed by 6 pounds and 12 ounces of pure baby love.


In five years, you have taught us so much. Sometimes I long to go back and rock you just one more time, I would linger a bit longer after you fall asleep in my arms and kiss your head a million times. Just one more time, but I wouldn’t trade this sweet time for all of the baby snuggles in the world. No doubt, you fill our lives with so much joy, it’s hard to be sad as you leave a stage behind. I always find myself taking your lead and living carelessly in the moment when I’m with you. Time spent with you is always well spent.

At five, you are so full of love. You have a kind and tender heart, you think of others, and never meet a stranger. One of my favorite things about you is your courage. You stand up in front of everyone at church and sing songs and tell Bible stories with confidence most adults couldn’t muster. You always introduce yourself to new people, and make new friends faster than anyone I’ve ever seen. I hope you never lose that spark, it will take you so far in life.


You love to sing and dance. You are always making up a new song about whatever it is you’re doing. I’ve never met anyone as full of life as you are, BK.

You are full of wonder. You have the biggest imagination and I love to sit back and watch you play and create. You love to paint and draw, you love to play board games, and you love for us to read to you. You love to hurry upstairs as soon as we get home and put on your favorite princess dress or raid my closet for a necklace or high heels.

You are the best shopping buddy, and you love to have your nails painted. You love to pick out fancy things to wear and dress yourself. Your favorite color is purple, you love to play hide and seek and Memory Match.

But, don’t let your love of all things sparkly fool anyone. You love to go fishing with your daddy, and dig for worms. Just last week you filled your pocket full of dirt and put two earthworms in with the dirt, to keep them comfy. You only love worms and lizards and frogs, all other bugs (and crawly things) are met with a scream that can be heard a few houses down.


We watched you become a big sister this year and my goodness, how you’ve thrived in the role. Judson adores you, he lights up when he sees you across the room, and you are sweetest big sister. You have been a tremendous help to me over the past year, and I’ve had to be careful and remind myself how little you still are.

You are so smart. I’m not just saying that because you are mine, you are really, really smart. You are blending words, and love for us to give you math problems. It’s not just reading and math, your memory is impeccable. You can remember things down to the tiniest detail. Sometimes you say things like, remember that time when I was three and went to the park? And I’ll say, Sure, we love the park. And then you’ll keep on until you can remind me of the specific time you’re referring to. Usually something like, and remember there was a girl named Emily who played with me on the swings, and you pushed me high and I was wearing that Elsa shirt and your hair was down and beautiful, and then we ate ice cream. It was a fun day, right mom? Seriously. You amaze me!

Five. You have been talking about turing five for months now. You might be a little heartbroken when I tell you (again) that you don’t get to go to kindergarten just because you turned five and you’ll have to wait until August.


I promise to love you forever, more and more each day, to always encourage you to be yourself. I promise to keep these days close to my heart, and I promise to let you be little for as long as you’ll let me.

With all my love,




dear braylen, kindergarten awaits

Last week I checked your folder to find a note inside, kindergarten enrollment, and I felt my breath catch a little and my heart change speeds.


It didn’t take me by surprise, we’ve been talking about kindergarten for months now. I’ve answered all of your questions with enthusiasm and excitement. And for each time I’ve sat with you, eyes bright and eager, I’ve fought a million feelings.

We’ve talked about this grand adventure, and I’ve smiled a million smiles. Sharing your happiness, I don’t know that I’ve ever met a girl more happy about starting kindergarten. Sweet, adventurous, Braylen, I know you are going to thrive.

I followed the instructions for orientation, I found your birth certificate and the other necassary paperwork tucked in an envelope with a tiny set of footprints and a picture of us smiling in the hospital room, the day you were born.

Before I knew it I was back in that day. The day we met you. Did you know it seems like yesterday when I first looked into your bright blue eyes?

And here we are.

I cried when I talked about kindergarten with your daddy the other day. Not because I’m sad, I couldn’t be sad if I tried, I have no doubt you will love long days of playing with friends and learning new things. You’re eager and adventurous, brave and confident, kind and sensitive to others, the perfect mix of everything that is good.

There was a time when I thought I knew just how fast time was moving forward. I was rocking you to sleep, changing tiny diapers, then you were walking. One, two, three small steps and off to the next milestone. That’s when I felt it first, fleeting time. I’ll be sure to keep a close eye on it, so it doesn’t slip up on me, I thought. And just in case it does, I’ll read you one more book, and rock you a little while longer. I was sure to savor, careful not to blink.

Yet some how here we are, I promise to always live in this moment with you, to never look ahead with fear or back with regret. But goodness, those first sweet months feel so far away sometimes that I ache with a deep desire to go back just once, I’d kiss your tiny head a million more times.

Last night, when I tucked you into bed and you laid beside me, twirling my hair and telling me about your day, I stayed with you long after you drifted off to sleep. Holding your tiny hand, and brushing your curls away from your face. In the dim light of your bedroom, you looked so much like that tiny baby I used to rock in the nursery.

Just a glimpse of sweet nostalgia was what I needed. You’re still that precious baby, and you always will be. There will be plenty of big adventures in your life, as you grow up there will be many more times we stand together at a crossroads, on one side what is and on the other what is to be.

For now, I promise to remember that kindergarten still means you’re little. I promise I won’t cry in August, at least not until I get back in the car, because this is your adventure. It’s new and exciting and everything you love, and because you love it, I will too.

 I promise not to rush these days with you, not to hurry you along, there will be plenty of time for those things. I promise that I’ll never forget these days. Not ever. No matter how fast they go, no matter how tired I am, I will hold  them in my heart forever and ever. IMG_2730