I’m thankful for many things, blessed in more ways than I can count and in ways that it is too easy for me to take for granted.

On this day, I’m particularly thankful for this time with my family, in a place we love, with a chance to just relax together away from the cumulative press of our daily lives. It becomes too easy for me to get caught up in that press and lose sight of what matters around me.

Rockaway Beach, OR (November 2018)
Rockaway Beach, OR (November 2018)

Weather’s changing…

After three days of glorious sunny weather, we’re in for a change…

After three days of truly glorious sunny near-calm weather on the beach, we wake today to the sound of rain on the windows and, in the grey light of early morning, the sight of waves further up the beach than we’ve seen so far this trip despite high tide still being almost three hours away…

Yesterday’s sand castle has long since succumbed.

Sandcastling on Rockaway Beach, OR (November 2018)
Sandcastling on Rockaway Beach, OR (November 2018)

It’s Tuesday. (I think…)

Losing track of time…

It’s Tuesday. Or at least I think it is, if I’m doing the math right.

It’s one of the things I most relish about our now-traditional week of Thanksgiving on the Oregon coast: the blessing of losing track of time and date, surrounded by family, and the calming influence of sand and waves and salt air.

Ian at Cape Kiwanda, OR
Ian at Cape Kiwanda, OR (November 2018)

Two Firsts (or Three, Perhaps?)

Noting some firsts for Li, before they get lost…

Before this gets lost in the shuffle of the ‘tween-hockey-and-soccer seasons, this past weekend saw a couple of firsts for Li: her first goal in a full-ice game (she also had two assists, and to be clear: she’s scored previously in cross-ice small-sided games) and her first penalty (a soft tripping call, while she was skating with the puck?).

She played in her first out-of-town tournament (Teton Valley’s house tournament in Victor) with a sort of thrown-together mix of mostly house-team kids and a couple of travel team kids that generally lacked enough critical mass to really produce anything resembling decent play, but she still had fun. And it got us out of town for a few days during this late-season stretch of winter…

Merry Christmas!

I’m up early, the cinnamon rolls are rising in the oven, the house is quiet (for a bit longer), we’ve got a couple inches of new snow to shovel… it’s a little easier to forget about all that feels wrong with the world these days and focus on what’s good and right and all the ways we’ve been blessed.