A few weeks after learning I was pregnant with our second set of twins, I scrawled this quote by Mary Oliver onto our kitchen blackboard. "Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”It eyed me from the blackness as I came to terms with our new reality. I would soon be the mother of five children ages four and under. I worried and fretted over how I would manage, but every time I walked through the kitchen, Oliver's words calmed me. Five in four years. What could be more wild? What could be more precious? After years of infertility, my husband and I were determined to embrace this gift. One child was miraculous, but a family explosion of five, with the oldest turning four one week before the last two were born?
God has a way of giving us what we need when we least expect it. So here we are, living an intense (and rather insular) family life, but our little world is so replete with wild wonder and precious minutes, each one is sliding out of my hand so fast I haven't time to examine it. Some days I miss the beauty, whisk past the meaning. So this is my attempt to still time, remember to laugh, sift out what matters, and write it down. I won't get it all. As David Wilcox says, "There's too much view to capture when we stand on sacred ground." But I'm fool enough to try.
Doug has my heart - for loving God, loving me, and for embracing the journey we are on. I'm crazy for my children - Eliza, Alexandra and Samantha, Spencer and Gordon. Next to them, I love a few other wild and precious things - like disappearing into a book, reading poetry, hiking to the top of a peak, standing at the edge of the ocean, eating oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies, and dancing as a family (all seven of us) in the living room. You'll find a smattering of these things mixed into my posts. Thanks for visiting. I'm happy to have you along.