my creative hero.

We had a fun weekend visiting family + friends and celebrating the husband’s birthday. It was definitely a short trip and the drive home felt a few hours too long, but I’m glad we were able to go.

Earlier during our drive to Kansas, I wondered what the whole point of a place like Iowa was. Personally, I find the Midwest and plain states to be a little, umm, lacking in the mountains and ocean department a.k.a. dull, so I don’t get too excited to drive the endless miles of farms and fields. 

But on the drive home, I found one good thing about the flat expanse.  In case you missed it, last night there was the most brilliant of sunsets.  First streaks of pink mixed with the soft blue of the evening sky, then the world became ablaze in oranges, yellows, and pinks.  Just as you thought, wow this is amazing, two seconds later, the colors were even more phenomenal, and this kept happening until the sun retired from our view.

We passed one particular farm that rested on the top of a “rolling hill,” during the most vivid moments of colors.   Around this farm were endless fields followed by more fields, but can you imagine the great shows they must get?  It’s as if their entire world of dusty creams and wheat tones just waits each day for this event when radiant colors take over the sky and surrounds them in  masterpiece, as far as they can see.  It’s like getting lifetime tickets to the best show in the universe… every single night. 

Of course, thanks to daylight savings time, this was at 5pm, but that means soon after came a dark  blanket of  midnight blue sprinkled with endless stars.

In these moments, I realized just how creative God is.  He begins each day with a glorious sunrise full of life, new beginnings, and beauty and completes the process with a marvelous masterpiece of a sunset exuding peace and awe.  Then, just for fun, because I think he’s the over-achieving type of artist,  he paints the dark sky with millions of bits of light and energy.

Three times a day, he turns the sky into a unique work of art.  He revels in creativity and the expression of light and color.   He  uses the world as his canvas  and the beauty He creates speaks a message louder than any words could ever be.

Be still and know that I am God.

He’s pretty much my creative hero.

{Liv

this guy.

He’s my favorite, well both of them are, but right now I’m talking about the older one.  The one who I met on a dusty mountain in California.  The one who quickly stole my heart and made my great life even better.  The one who became my husband in front of a beautiful barn in Tennessee.  The one who is the best father ever to that cute little boy of ours.   The one who works so hard to provide and take care of our family.  The one who I’d rather spend all my time with even if we are just grocery shopping.  The one who I want to grow old with and make plans to tie a million balloons to the top of our house and travel through the air to our dream destination, like on Up. 

And in the words of Grey’s Anatomy, he makes my world stop. 

That’s the one I’m talking about here and today is his birthday. 

Happy Birthday husband.

“Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.”

A simple centerpiece on the table, all the fall trimmings.  Please tell me you grate fresh nutmeg and cinnamon on top of your pumpkin coffee?  It’s amazing.

Working on this scarf in the most lovely fig color.  Isn’t it gorgeous?

A new art collage piece that I finished yesterday, it’s kind of a sister to this one that is in my bathroom.  I call it “Measurements and Metaphors.”

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We are taking a trip this weekend, so today I tidy up the house and pack for our little journey.  The last real road trip we took was moving up here from Tennessee in March, so these adventurers are really itching for a bit of travel.

It will most likely be the last trip we take as a family of three, because after this we’ll probably be staying close to home since little lady is expected in about 11 weeks.  That also means that this might be the last trip we take where the 2 year old is in diapers, because operation get this one potty trained before sister arrives commences when we get home.  We’re really aiming for the whole not having two kiddos in diapers concept, so pray for us because the Lord knows I was not created for such things at potty training. Gross.   And sadly, my husband told me that we cannot afford to pay someone else for this task.  Boring.

Anyways, I’m looking forward to a fun weekend  with my two favorite people in the world.  Hope your Thursday is a good one.

{Liv