Summer

Well shoot, the last 5 months have come and gone without a word here. Even though I didn’t find the time to document it, some serious stuff has happened!

We moved from Boston, MA to Savannah, GA and the lowcountry is treating us with true southern hospitality. Not only did we change locale, we moved in with another family of 3. The Archer family. Our toddlers (Archer and Georgia) are certainly going to be confused about first names, last names, and the state we live in. ;) Robert grew up an hour from Savannah, and he is best friends with some folks who still live here in Savannah. So we were automatically plugged into a very rooted and thriving community. Not only that, we’re several weeks into discussions about starting an intentional Christian community here in Savannah. All good things.

I don’t want to skim over our summertime fun, though. So here is a quick recap.

St. Augustine

Archer and I joined my parents in St. Augustine for vacation. During this time, our little man took his first steps!!! Robert stayed back in Boston to pack and move. I am forever grateful because there is nothing I hate more than packing and moving. (even though I’ve done it 7 times in 3 years)

savannah

We temporarily lived south of savannah with the Archers. It was tight quarters but helped us really hit the ground running and have some motivation to find the perfect place to live. And we really did find the perfect place to rent for this first year of Savannah life! Next to a park, schools, close to midtown, biking distance from most anything. We love it.

I’ve been doing some photography with Caroline under our name, Victory Stills. Reid and others from our group started an edible landscaping business called Victory Gardens. Robert was working for SCAD at first, but recently began working for the Church we are attending! God is truly affirming our decision to move here over and over and over.

G&A

As is apparent here, Archer and Georgia are good pals. More like brother and sister! Georgia calls him “Archer Bean” and when they leave each other’s sight it’s “Where’s Georgia?” or “Where’d Archer go?” What fun we have around here! It’s loud. And really messy. But there is never a lack of entertainment!

archer

Our boy Archer is 19 months old now. And he is just the most fun. Talking up a storm, running around, and so full of personality. We’re so proud and amazed at the little boy he has become since we’ve moved. We just hit the tail of summer here in Savannah, but it was HOT! Hence the diaper-only attire.

So there you have it… Our hearts are full, our home is full, and our life is full. There’s so much more I could say. This is the tiniest tidbit of what we’ve been up to. Hopefully I’ll come back here more often to share life, inspiration, and the like.

rhythm and perspectives

our days begin with the squeaky morning sounds of a little person. next come cuddles, coffee, oats. papa goes off to work. archer is already bored… so we go out for a walk. i listen to audiobooks [currently: the year of the flood] and wander the streets, parks, and of course the arboretum. every now and then my little passenger snoozes, but usually he’s sitting up stock straight, alert. such an inquisitive, energetic boy. always “woowoo” at the dogs and waving “hi” at the humans. pointing at any and everything and vocalizing with a constant question mark in his tone.

rarely do i remind myself to bring along the small black box with which i once took photos regularly… it lives buried deep in my bag, hidden from clumsy toddler hands… but there was this one day last week that felt particularly special and memorable. it’s not often you find a robin’s egg shell [twice last week!] or amble down the conifer path for the first time. i have a few photos to show for it.

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i prefer my route to be ever-changing, but i’m nearing the edges of my walking radius. i stroll down the same streets day after day. yet it’s possible to see something new if i look closely. many commonplace things are lovely and can be appreciated again and again. for example, i had never noticed the bright yellow “boston” garbage can.  what i mean is, when you see something for the first time the entire landscape is novel. it’s a totally new image to store in your mind. if you pass by again, aim to notice another detail. the streets in springtime wear completely different expressions than they had in winter.  i am thankful for changing seasons. each new season is a gift, truly. i am thankful for new perspectives. and always, i am thankful for my son who helps me look at everything as if for the first time.