With the Mrs International Pageant and big move into our new home right around the corner, the question “Are you ready?’” is the first thing most folks have been asking me lately. My short answer, an excited “Yes!” The long reflective, thoughtful answer, “Is anyone ever really ready for a challenge or change?” I usually stick with the short answer, but the idea of being “ready” has me thinking. To be perfectly honest with you, I’ve never been ready. I’ve been brave, willing, supported, and some what prepared. Never in my life have I ever been completely ready for whatever it is that I am about to experience. Thank goodness for that! Had I have been ready for all of the struggles and heart ache that go can into marriage, raising a family, starting a business, learning to forgive, or building a home, I might not have been brave enough to begin any of those journeys. I would have then missed out on all of the happiness, love, excitement, hope, determination, and joy that also comes with living a life unready. Had I waited for “ready” I might have missed an opportunity to experience something even greater, faith. Faith can be a tough because it isn’t about making sure everything works out the way I want. Faith is having confidence that things will happen the way they should. I trust that the next few weeks will unfold the way they have been intended, and my family and I will look back and say “Wow, I can’t believe how perfect everything worked out!” I’ll admit that I am definitely ready for that!
Other than trying to get ready, the boys and I have enjoyed our summer together so far. We sleep in, swim, ride bikes, walk the mall, and generally enjoy the day together. There have been the usual challenges; finding things for everyone to do together, breaking up small arguments, and keeping our meal schedule in sync with each other. The younger boys wake up earlier than the older boys, some want breakfast, some don’t, lunch can get lost in the busyness of the afternoon, and dinner happens when mom finally thinks of something to throw together! We are rarely ready to eat together, so I’ve had to come up with easy-peasy things to whip up. With kitchen space being tight in our temporary apartment, I have relied on grilling outside by the pool this season. After plenty of bbq chicken or brats, these grilled quesadillas have been a welcomed change. I love them because they come together in a snap, can be filled with a million different combinations of ingredients, and my boys are always ready to crowd around the table and eat when they come off the grill!
Five years ago Ryan and I decided to build a home. True to form we began this huge life decision with more wide eyed excitement and spirit than understanding of just how much work was ahead of us. That sort of letting your heart go before your head mentality seemed to work for us in the past, so how hard could building a house be? Before I get ahead of myself, let me tell you that we fell in love with this particular piece of property over a decade ago, and building our (hopefully) forever home has always been a dream of ours. We were lucky enough to purchase the property from a friend, and we are also fortunate to be surrounded by family that has experience building their own homes. Beyond that help this house has been built on a foundation of diligence, hard work, and faith from Ryan, the boys, and I. Before we were even able to dream of pouring a physical foundation for our home, we had to first build it metaphorically in our marriage and family. For me this house represents the recovery we fought so hard for and the redemption we experience daily. Did we have any clue that our house building journey and family recovery would coincide? Absolutely not, but that’s the kind of movement that happens when a person follows a dream heart first!
So back to that first question, how hard could building a house be? For us it has been hard enough in order to teach us the lessons we needed to learn, but not without the joy of victory afterwards!
Gratitude has taken a lead role in my daily life these past two weeks, and it all started with the 3 year anniversary of my husband’s sobriety date. The week that lead up to his last drink was a very heavy one for us, and being able to look back and have gratitude for the life we live today has completely consumed me this year. About a year ago I decided that I was also in need of recovery from enabling and loving an alcoholic for as long as I did. At the time I had no idea what that recovery would look like, but I knew that I could not continue operating as I was. While I was thankful for Ryan’s sobriety, it left me confused, hurt, and angry. I desperately wanted to forgive him and myself for all of things we walked through, but I truly had no idea how. After trying a laundry list of activities (working out, writing, reading, running) I decided to bite the bullet and head on over to a local 12 step meeting for people that have been affected by a loved one’s drinking. I knew I was in the right place the moment I sat down, but I still had a hard time believing that this is where my life had taken me. Instead of leaving and trying to drown my feelings with a some retail therapy, I closed my eyes and allowed the stories of hope and experience told by other members to wash over me. I cried, I shared my own story, and I believed the words to “keep coming back, it works if you work it.”
I’ve been a member of this incredible group for almost a year now. So far I have admitted to being powerless over alcohol, have turned my life over to a higher power (which I choose to call God), and I am on my way to turning my life and will over to His care. These meetings, steps, and the people there have been teaching me how to live a life of freedom and gratitude. Freedom from the notion that I have control over anything but my own reaction, and gratitude for wherever my life takes me. Is this kind of thing always easy? Ummmmmm, no! But thankfully I know that the most important thing in my journey is the progress of learning not the perfection of my actions. This truth has saved me from feeling like a complete failure when I do fall.
Take soup making for example; remember the first pot of soup you made? It was alright, I guess. Edible but nothing worth writing home about. Did you throw in the towel, did you give up after your first failed pot of soup. No way! You learned from your mistakes, maybe listened to a more experienced soup maker, and tried again, and again, and again. Will there always be more to learn about soup? Yes, and that willingness to learn will only make you a more imaginative, brave soup maker. Lentils use to intimidate me, (what the heck are these bean like things?!) until I threw them into a pot filled with spicy sausage, spinach, and red wine. Now they are one of my favorite things, and I’m thinking after trying this soup they’ll be one of yours as well.
There are a ton of things I love about my family. We’re hard working, fun loving, understanding of the importance of a great haircut, and we’re always up for an adventure!
Ryan and I are very fortunate to have been able to travel often with our four boys. When we were a younger family, our summer weekends would usually involve day trips to a beach or lake. Since then, our boys have been to New York, Hawaii a handful of times, RV’ed all the way to Washington, and have enjoyed dozens of weekend trips to San Fransisco or Stinson beach. Ryan and I are also very fortunate that our boys have become excellent travelers. The hum of an airplane will lull them to sleep, books and an ipad full of movies have kept them content during long car drives, and snacks keep everyone patient until our destination is reached. Have I ever dealt with a fussy baby on a long flight, broken up arguments in the backseat, or tried to get an overstimulated, over exhausted toddler to bed after a long day of travel? Yes, yes, and yes! But all of the good things that come with traveling alongside our boys have outweighed all of the uncomfortable things. The experiences had, the knowledge gained, the memories made; all totally worth changing more than a few poopy diapers in an airplane bathroom!
Our latest and longest car drive to date was to Palm Springs! As Mrs. California, my family was asked to be in their annual Festival of Lights, and we were honored and excited for the opportunity! We debated on whether or not to fly (we live close to the foothills in Northern California), but the recent drop in gas prices made it hard to justify purchasing six flights. With so many recent seven hour drives to Southern California under our belt, I figured we could handle a drive only a couple more hours long. To help make things a little easier, I decided to pack lunch and other homemade treats for our journey. My least favorite part of a long car drive over the grapevine is the lack of healthy food options. Inevitably we’ll snack on chips and candy from travel stations, only to feel like garbage when we finally reach our destination. Armed with homemade muffins, popcorn, a five pound bag of local mandarines, and a stack of lunches made with love, we made it over the grapevine directly into LA traffic. Did we stress, did we fight, were we sick of sitting in the car? Maybe a little, but not enough to ruin the beginning of our trip! When we finally arrived we were happy and excited to explore our surroundings (aka, go out to dinner). As for the parade, it was amazing! So many people, lights, and even a celebrity sighting!
A few weeks ago a friend of mine asked me if I ever felt afraid. She was referring the the Mrs. International pageant I’ll be competing in this July, but so many other endeavors I have been called to came to mind.
For example, every time I am asked to speak I am afraid. Every time I tell someone my story, whether it be on stage or over a cup of coffee, I am afraid. Every time I make a phone call to tell someone that I am Mrs. California, and I want to help, be apart of, or donate my time to them, I am afraid. Every morning when I wake up, I am afraid of not being able to do the things I have been set out to do. Thankfully every night before I fall sleep I thank God for giving me the courage and strength to accomplish whatever it was that I was afraid of.
My answer to my sweet friend was simply “Yes”. But don’t let me fool you into thinking that I am some super strong gal that just loves to eat fear for breakfast, because I’m not! I know what it feels like to become a victim of fear and all of it’s lies. In the past my fears have kept me from living a life I knew I wanted, but was too scared to live. Fear told me I wasn’t good enough, smart enough, or cut out for the job. Luckily, God was relentless and continued to put people in my life that told me that I was more than enough. That in fact I was perfect just the way I am, and to believe in myself regardless of what my fear was telling me. Now, every day instead of letting fears hold me back, I enjoy grace which has given me freedom. Freedom to go for it whole heartily, to make mistakes, to live.
I also enjoy baking! Fear used to tell me that I was bad at baking, that I should leave it to someone with a better oven, and a lot more experience. After making two batches of these awesome (and easy) muffins, and watching my boys gobble them up as quickly as they did, I laughed because I feared that they wouldn’t come out that great. Take that fear, these pumpkin muffins are definitely a winner!
What if for an entire year you were given center stage to share your story and message with others? Would you fight for this chance, and jump in head first once it is officially yours? Would you get a little nervous, and pray that the Lord will continue to give you the wisdom and courage to speak? Would you be thankful for this opportunity and make every day, all 365 of them count? My answer? “Yes” to all of the above! Very recently I was lucky enough to be crowned Mrs. California International 2015 (Eeeeeek!!!). I was given a dozen roses, a crown, a banner, and an amazing opportunity to share my story and message of hope that I have experienced. I have mentioned before that my beautiful family has been through a lot. There has been pain, struggle, and nights full of tears. With our faith, and our families we chose to fight for hope. My very brave husband’s decade long battle with alcohol almost had it’s way with us, but because of hope we won (and continue to win) the battle. This year I want to be vulnerable and honest about what it took to reclaim our family. We’re not perfect, and I have a long (loooooong) way to go! My mission is to share what I have learned so far with the faith that it will help someone else hold on to hope. Without the hope for a different life, my family would not be where we are today.
This next year will be life changing for me, and I am so happy to share it all with you! Don’t worry, this girl still loves to eat so I won’t be jumping ship here! When the eyelashes, crown, and sparkly banner come off, I am still the same woman who loves taking care of her brood of boys with easy-peasy pasta concoctions!
In my humble option, the best foods are always served in bowls.
A luscious, savory bowl of cheese and potato soup, creamy bowls of ice-cream topped with chocolate sauce and a cherry. Bowls of pasta brimming with chunky, spicy tomato sauce, and my personal favorite, a big bowl of chocolate Chex drenched in plenty of ice cold milk.
Did you know there is a bowlful that is equal parts nutritious and delicious? If you haven’t already caught on to the acai bowl craze, let me introduce you to this versatile, lovely snack. All you need is a blender, a couple packets of frozen acai berry blend, a handful of toppings, (sliced strawberries, bananas, blueberries, granola, shaved coconut…) and you’ll be well on your way to a guilt free, bowlful of bliss!
Please excuse the crickets around here, but this summer vacation has gotten the best of me!
We started our vacation with a bang, a big Hawaiian bang that is. Here’s how it all happened; our boys last day of school was on a Thursday, we hopped on a plane that Friday, and we’ve been living island style ever since. No, we haven’t physically been in Hawaii this entire time, but the laid back easy attitude found there has definitely stayed with us.
Aside from relaxing and goofing around on the beach, this particular Hawaiian family vacation held a deeper meaning for us. Ryan and I decided to celebrate our upcoming 15 year anniversary by renewing our vows on the beach in Oahu. With just our boys, our dearest friends, Matt and Shannon, and a photographer, we recommitted, renewed, and reclaimed our union. At the end of our ceremony, the six of us held on to each other and allowed our tears to wash away any residue of the past we all needed to say goodbye to. You see, this resilient, loving family has been through a lot together. Three years ago, after my husband chose sobriety, we slowly started a healing process and began to restore a beautiful life together we thought we had lost. This vow renewal was more than just a celebration of an anniversary, it was a declaration of a new beginning.
Don’t worry, Hawaii wasn’t all tears and seriousness! We snorkeled, sunbathed, and ate our weight in shaved ice. After 12 days of enjoying all that Maui and Oahu has to offer, we were sad to leave but excited to get back to all of the adventures and endeavors that were waiting for us at home.
Since it’s the end of the school year, I feel like I need to make a confession.
Are you ready for it? Ok…. Here I go…
I do not make school lunches for my boys!!! Not a single one! Ahhhh, that felt good.
Once upon a time (about 6 months ago) I did pack their lunches. Every morning I would slap together 4 turkey (or pb & j) sandwiches, throw some pretzels or sliced apples in a bag, and top it all off with a juice box. I don’t know who hated those lame-o, uninspired, riddled with exasperation school lunches more, my boys or I? I continued to dutifully fulfill my mom obligation day after day, until I found one of those terrible school lunches tucked into the outside garbage, totally untouched. Did I get mad? No. Did I blame my oldest son for not wanting to eat a meal that didn’t want to be made in the first place? Nope. Did I stop making boring school lunches, and instead fill our fridge and pantry with fun and easy ingredients for my boys to make their own lunches with? Yes! Allowing my boys to have complete authority over what they eat for lunch has given them a new found confidence in the kitchen, in themselves, and a deeper appreciation for the meals I do make them.
Because of this bold decision I figured I would step up our after school snacks, just in case one of their lunches fell short that day. Smoothies that are filled with spinach and chia seeds, but taste like chocolate and peanut butter help to fill any nutritional void that may happen when a 9 year old is allowed to pack his own lunch. Cheese crackers, chocolate milk, and an apple sauce? Yes Ewen, that looks like a wonderful meal. Yikes!
I thought I would share one more pot of soup with ya’ll before we become obsessed with summer salads, smoothies, and boozy popsicles! Have I mentioned before that I love, love, love, ridiculously adore, am head over heels with summer? Well I am, but before I jump into the pool, let’s sauté and puree a few spring veggies into a super yummy (crazy easy!) soup.
Making an awesome pot of soup is a mystery to some and a natural gift to others. I fall in the middle somewhere using pre-made chicken stock and doctoring it up with my own creative concoctions. This spring minestrone can be made vegetarian by using vegetable stock and vegan by skipping the cheese. Want to up the veggie count? Stir in a handful of chopped kale or spinach at the end!
Bathing suit season is calling, and this tasty, nutritious, guilt-free soup is a great answer back!