Dear Autumn: Coloring Expectations
- At January 31, 2015
- By Morgan Reid
- In Autumn
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We had a rough night.
So the next day — we colored!
Struggling Wife, I see You
- At January 31, 2015
- By Morgan Reid
- In Nathan
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Last week, my husband brought me a shake. Awesome in itself, but it goes deeper for Nate and I.
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Turning 25
- At January 31, 2015
- By Morgan Reid
- In Celebrations
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My birthday fell on a Saturday so it kind of merged into the entire weekend. Wow, so much better than Christmas…
We started the day with the Common Prayer, this wasn’t the prayer of the day but it was really soaking into my heart from Thursday night. Mostly, in regard to the demands of Motherhood and how Jesus would chose those life and role that I so often push against.
Pause
- At January 31, 2015
- By Morgan Reid
- In Random Happenings
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According to The Simple Things magazine (November 2014, UK), mostly people listen to music at 70 decibels, and the sound of a noisy office is around 80 — whereas the sound of a leaf falling is only 10, “there’s no wonder a lot of what’s around us goes unnoticed.”
So the other day, after pulling into a parking spot, before rushing into our apartment, I reclined my car seat back
and listened to the rain.
Morgan (loves to) Reid
The Sun Came Out!
- At January 16, 2015
- By Morgan Reid
- In Picture Posts
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After a couple weeks of grey and cold – which I did appreciate – the sun showed up and it was GLORIOUS.
I need those rays, man.
My whole spirit, mental health and motivation level are boosted by it. So Nate took a lunch break and we went for a walk and hung out to enjoy this 57* gift (and I took lots of pictures):
Gettin’ her Model on.
HTTSS:F – 1.13.15
- At January 14, 2015
- By Morgan Reid
- In Reflections
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Learning more about myself has helped me to realize just how big of a role the 5 senses play in my life. After reading this, I’ve been checking in with myself to savor life’s moments while they’re happening and it’s been so rewarding. I thought I’d share them here from time to time.
hear: gravel crunching under my feet, cars rumbling, birds chirping
taste: nothing
touch: my 5fingers, warm soft wool around my neck and chin, the stoller’s grippy handles under my fingers; under my palms through my gloves, my body’s heat despite the cold
smell: brilliantly cold, clean air. the kind you only get in january
see: green everywhere. in january. leaves, grass, bushes and flowers. thank you jesus and texas. a dog an it’ owner playing fetch, autumn ahead of me in the stroller, taking it all in
how it makes me FEEL: Alive. Like life all around me is waking up. Like embracing the cold and grey is such a worth-while undertaking because God designed this season for a reason. I’m truly learning to love January.
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hear: chains rhythmically clanking, autumn’s short heavy breaths
taste: nothing
touch: chains through my gloves, her body sinking; pressing into me, wind hitting my face, strong leather holding me up,
smell: that crisp, cold wind. Aututmn’s hair pressing into my nose – smells like clouds and waterfalls – they don’t really have a scent to them, but really, they do.
see: enchanted-looking trees, green, a path, mulch and dirt. her aqua hoodie and maroon pants
how it makes me FEEL: sunken into wonder. I could have missed this. It feels like a Mother-Daughter moment captured, secured and wrapped in January. The clinking chains back-and-forth, the snugness of gloves and scarfs, her. I hope I remember it forever.
Morgan (loves to) Reid
[* orignially written 1.13.15]
Elimination Communication: What it is and Where we’re at (14 month Update)
- At January 06, 2015
- By Morgan Reid
- In Autumn, Real Life
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In the past few days, my 14 month old* has told us when she needs to use the restroom several times.
When Nate 1st brought up elimination communication (EC) I flat out said “No. No! Ain’t no way.” (Hmmm sounds familiar – giving up the microwave, relocating to Texas, strawbale homes . . .)
That was back in January of 2013 – a month before we found out about Autumn – we were on birth control and thought a baby was 4 years away. “Ugh, ok, maybe he’ll forget about it or at least lose interest by then?”
O Morgan, you poor, naive girl.
Read More»When Christmas is Hard
- At January 04, 2015
- By Morgan Reid
- In Celebrations, Real Life
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I should start this blog sharing what Christmas was like for me growing up.
I remember:
:: My dad was a huge kid at Christmas time – We had a large living room and he would turn half of it into a miniture town complete with white cotton lining the ground (snow); little people in hats and mittens walking amongst tiny buildings; snow dusted pine trees; people that actually skated on “ice.”
:: We had the tree set up, lights outside, a 2 ft tall life-like Santa and Mrs. Clause, and Christmas music makers throughout the house.
:: Our extended family came to our house each year and we would eat, sing, and open presents.
When I went to bed on Christmas eve, of course I was excited to open presents the next day but honestly, Christmas Day didn’t compare with the night before: family, people, food, laughter, going outside to look up at the sky and pretend the snow flakes falling toward my face were really stars flying by as I sailed through time and space . . . (I was a weird kid).
Yeah, Christmas Eve over Christmas day any day.
Well, at least until 2009.
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My dad passed away the previous month and to be honest, he was the glue that held all of us together: When it came to the adults, someone in my family was always fighting, mad at someone else, or talking bad about someone behind their back. Everyone shaped-up for the holidays so the kids could enjoy it and because we never knew if it would be our last one with my dad, but when he was gone, and us kids were grown, — no one had a reason to suck it up, or try to keep the peace anymore.
While living in Ohio, I spent the rest of the year putting out fires, trying to water-down the fighting through phone calls or emails, and keep everyone happy enough with each other that we could still enjoy the gatherings. 2010, 2011, 2012 went on, I baley remember them, but I know they really sucked in comparison. 2013 I was a new mom and was in the midst of breastfeeding issues, warring family members and my mom’s failing health. I’ll spare you the details but it was by far my worst Christmas. I hated it and decided that if this was what it came down to than I was done. Done trying to get everyone to tolerate each other, done dealing with the petty fights, done hoping to experience a little bit of the magic I had grown up with. Done wishing my dad were still here to effortlessly do what I had been failing at for 4 years.
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