So, it’s summer time. And we just got a grill. And there’s NOTHING better than the smell of meat on a grill…truly. So, the first of these bad boys is a simple, slap it together and scarf it down kinda meal. How much do we love those?? First, you should know that The Hunk is
Author: Emily P. Blackwell
Wife, mama, writer, reader, dreamer, creative.
Truth in a Movie
The Hunk and I watched Taken this weekend. It was intense. And good. And I’m glad I finally talked myself into watching it. I get to worrying about things I cannot control, sometimes, and I have to be careful that what I watch doesn’t put new worrying ideas in my head. Thus the delay in
Fun Friend Friday: Tamara
As stated yesterday, this week’s Fun Friend Friday has a twist. The twist is that I’m writing it. Sorry if that’s disappointing 😉 I’d like to introduce you to my friend ’til the end, Tamara! We had no idea that fateful day in the second grade when mean Mrs. Pettigrew sat me next to her
One of THOSE mornings…
Today I woke up to toddler hands patting my face and saying, “Mommy,” with her small voice. And then I got out of bed and changed her diaper, opened the blinds, let the dog out, poured up her smoothie, started the coffee, went to let the dog back in only to discover she had muddy
More Good Days
Another weekend of fullness. There is nothing sweeter. Marry Poppins, pizza, chocolate chip cookies, and tickle fights. A family bike ride to the blessed Panera, projects completed, and Indian food with friends. Breakfast and community with sweet gals, [more] projects completed, and family shopping time. The coming together or our faith family for worship in
Grateful Deep Down
Today every piece of scripture I read pointed me straight toward heaven. To sin no more. To know God unclouded – clearly and perfectly. And I cannot help but feel grateful deep down in the corners where grateful sometimes doesn’t stretch. I don’t see things rightly yet. God and His ways are fuzzy, which forces
Mayhave Monday: On a Wednesday
I may or may not have closed my eyes [briefly and periodically] and raised my hand [halfway and on the side] last night while running to the tunes of Avalon’s Can’t Live a Day Without You. True life. It’s The Hunk’s playlist that I actually teased him about…his taste in music is slightly less exciting
I want, I want, I want
Do not love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world – the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and pride in possessions – is not from the Father but
What to do when circumstances collide and make you feel all frustrated and floopty…
Because I am a stay at home mom/homemaker/housewife – whatever you’d like to call it – I live AND work in our home, which means that the majority of my time is spent within the confines of these walls. Ere go [totally weird that I chose that phrase, I know] making it pretty and homey
She get it from her Mama…
Today I danced wildly around the kitchen table while Miss Magnificent ate her dinner. Wildly. And she immediately joined in with some wild shoulder shrugging and head bobbing of her own. Girl’s got skills, people, mad skills! I felt like my Mama in that moment. Being silly for silly’s sake. Keeping life enjoyable and stretching