she did not need much

“She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.”

– Starra Neely Blade 


a quiet secluded life

“A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor — such is my idea of happiness.”

– Leo Tolstoy 

paradise + home

the mister and I just spent ten beautiful days here


we came home to cool, midwest fall air.


sometimes i forget just how beautiful the midwest can be, especially when i’m in paradise.

it is so good to be home.

thankful for


so thankful for little dudes, with little hands that try to do everything – jump as high as buildings, push logs as big as his dad and climb trees even the birds are afraid to reach the top of. thank you for teaching me to always try things too.


my husband and I aren’t the best swing dancers. sometimes I screw up my footwork, sometimes we move so fast my footwork is only bounces and skips. sometimes the dance floor is too slippery and I slide and he catches me, not at all gracefully. sometimes he dips me too far and we stutter and it looks like I’m going to crack my head on the floor. occasionally we get too much tension and our hands slip and someone gets whacked in the face.

yet, every time we dance in public no one notices those things. they notice how much we smile, and the funny faces we make at each other. they notice how fast we manage to move while still looking awesome. they notice my red lipstick and his slicked back hair. they notice our love of the music and how we sing to each other.


the things they notice make is the best dancers they’ve ever seen.