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Labor Day!

Labor Day!

September 8, 2009March 26, 2016 stefanieboyce

We had Cousin Cole spend the night and went to the park and the parade! Fun!

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Keep leading me, B. Keep showing me how to step into the very places I don’t want to go, for when I see you—in pictures, reminders, love—I see Jesus reflected in and through you. #lovecontinues #CloseEnoughToHoldHerHand
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19 months closer. Loss doesn’t affect just us. It’s layered, complex, and far reaching. This is our dear friend, @adevo5 Anyone who knows us, knows her. She is selfless, kind, loving, and has been a huge blessing in our life in more ways than an Instagram word count can handle. For the past fifteen years, she has loved our family well and continues to. We call her Aunt Angie for a reason. And it hasn’t been until recently I have realized how complex her own grief has been. Not only has she walked with us through it all, she is grieving too. Who holds her grief while she holds ours? Part of her calling was helping us raise our kids and be present for us. My hope is it has been a dual blessing, although she for sure helped us way more than we helped her I’m sure. And now, her role has changed. And although she is no less wanted or needed, we are all wondering what to do now that there’s a lot less to do. Many of our friends wonder the same thing now that all of our hands seem more empty. Where do I fit? There is a hole that only J and B filled. We are all learning a new way of being present for one another as our needs and roles have changed. J and B were the glue for so many. And, it leaves us asking how to show up for them when for 10 years, we were the chaos. We were the easiest house to go to. So tonight, after spending the evening with Aunt Angie watching videos over ice cream, I am thankful. Thankful for the community J and B pulled towards us. Thankful for our glue, thankful for people that entered into our story, thankful for friends that remember and remain, and thankful for friends willing to navigate the complex field of loss and grief. #jbthankful #19monthscloser
::Henri Nouwen Bread For The Journey (A beautiful devotional I highly recommend) Such an important invitation. If you are in a time to receive, consider joining me today for yoga. 9:30a or 6:30p. This is a gentle flow class. If you have never tried yoga, why not start today? Your first class is free and you’ll be in good company. I have men and women at all different fitness levels, ages, etc. Cultivating a yoga practice is about caring for our mind, body, and spirit. It’s not about flexibility. It’s not about ‘yoga.’ That’s just the means to an end. What if you stopped making excuses? Stopped believing the lies? What if you show up, anyway? Because the win is in the showing up. Anything after that is called fruit.
Did I tell you we planted a garden this year? Justin built two raised planter boxes for Mother’s Day and we are beginning to see the fruits-or beans and tomatoes-of our hard work. Learning to garden has been amazing. I still have no clue how it all works, (and I may have put too many seeds in at once 😬#PessimisticGardener) but it’s been so fun watching how one little seed contains all the information to become what it was meant to be. With a little soil, water, and sun, these little plants burst forth, growing and stretching towards the sun. First the flower, then the bean. I can’t believe I have a bean! 😁 Dirt under my nails, sunflowers taller than me, squash tumbling out out of the box....all from these tiny seeds. Fascinating. 🌱 #IAmAGardener #NoWonderWhyThereAreSoManySeedAnalogiesInTheBible
9:30a or 6:30p. Come bend with me and take that summer time out you so desperately need!
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