Two.

My Ransom Malachi.

"God's messenger of Hope & Deliverance."

My longest labor.
My baby for whom I had to work the hardest.

My most contented newborn.
My strongest willed toddler.

My youngest.
My baby.

My truck loving, puppy toting, squishy faced, dimple cheeked, grumpy little boy joy.

You are two.
Amazing.

Happy birthday, my Love.

These Fall Days.

We woke up to a frost this morning. It begins.

The squash and the pumkins coming in at night, footy p.j.'s, flannel sheets, and cozy evenings by the fireside. The days are still weird - some are warm enough to still wear shorts - if you're active like my boys; but if the wind kicks up, we find ourselves back inside fishing for our hoodies.

We bought our house at this time of year two years ago, so when fall starts to creep back in, I find myself really nostalgic with memories. Hugely pregnant, racing against time for all of the paperwork to go through, all the while praying that everything would just work out, and my Mama thinking we were crazy doing all of this so close to my due date.

God was gracious. With the help of dear friends and family, on the afternoon of October 9, we moved in to our sweet little home. Before crashing for the night, my kitchen was set up, our bedroom was organized, and paint was chosen for the walls. Just before falling asleep, I looked over at Kev and said: "If the baby comes tonight, I am perfectly happy."

And he came the next morning!
Whew. Close one.
What gifts.

That first morning here, with my two big boys snuggled in close to us and my baby inside letting me know that it was time, I remember looking out my bedroom window and seeing trees and leaves and a beautiful lawn for my kids to play on. I remember the four of us all in bed together whispering excitedly so as not to wake Grampy and Grammy downstairs, about how excited we were that this place was "ours" and "look at the tree tops!" and "Can we go outside to play right now?"

It hasn't gotten old yet. I still love waking up and seeing the trees, having the boys run outside first thing in the morning to jump on the swingset, hearing my chickens when they lay their eggs, and having this room to stretch our legs.

(I also love friends who come for tea....)

Things to hold loosely, for sure.
But things to not take for granted, either.

So, this Fall season I love, anyway.
But this week in particular - I especially love.

Home and family. Two of my favorite things.

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1986. Fall days of sun and breeze.
1987. Remembering this week two years ago.
1988. Friends who come for visits.
1989. Little boys who run wild and free.
1990. HOME and family.
1991. Pumkins and Squash
1992. Stars and bittersweet.
1993. Footy p.j.'s and cozy fires.
1994. Extra blankets; more cups of tea and coffee.
1995. Sweet fall baby jackets and hoodies.
1996. A baby, who became a toddler, who will very very soon be two.
1997. Leaves turning red.
1998. Crocs replaced by wellies and warmer shoes.
1999. All things apple and pumkin.
2000. The little things of life.

While They Are Sleeping...


"Arise, cry out in the night, as the watches of night begin; pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord. Lift up your hands to Him for the lives of your children." ~ Lamentations 2:19 (NIV)

My Mom bought me the sweetest little book entitled While They Are Sleeping written by Anne Arkins & Gary Harrell. It's essentially a little prayer guide that goes through twelve specific character traits that you pray about for your children.

This week it's kindness. I am praying specifically for:

~ Them loving not only with words but with actions and with truth. (1 John 3:16-18)
~ Sensitivity to see ways they can meet the needs of others.
~ Tender hearts toward others.
~ Gentle answers instead of harsh words. (Proverbs 15:1)
~ Help in not holding too tightly to their own possessions.
~ Help in treating others the way they would like to be treated. (Luke 6:31)
~ The ability to extend undeserved kindness.
~ Sensitivity to the Holy Spirit and ability to resolve conflicts in God honoring ways.
~ Selflessness, gratefulness, humility, and awareness.

"In the very truest sense, intercession is love on its knees." ~ Dick Eastman

Jesus, might I show my children Your love in the very truest sense.....

Happy Saturday!

It's Friday...

...I'm in love....


Here's to easing out of the work week...
and changing up the pace of life for a few days.


More books.
Fun food.
Meals outside.
Time with family.

Happy day before the weekend!

Bringing the Outside In.

It's the beginning of the Fall season, and that brings with it two new obsessions for the Booker household. For Kevy, he's got hunting on the brain. Today is the first day of bow season, then it's bird season, then gun season, then shot gun season, then extended something or other, and so on.

For me, it's all about bringing the outside in!

I've got apples and pumpkins on the brain, and whenever we are out and about, I am always on the hunt for bittersweet.

You've got to cut down the vine at just the right time if you want to make wreaths. Everything is much easier to handle before the yellow shells of the berries pop open revealing the pretty red berry inside. In just a couple of days, this wreath will look completely different - tons of red and orange will be showing instead of just this plain little yellow berried bit of boring-ness.

Kevin really just loves bittersweet season, as well. (Not). Whenever we drive anywhere, I'm always peering out the window, and if we come across a patch of the stuff, I'm begging to pull over, have him help me cut it, shove as much of it as I can into the trunk of the car, and then there's little berries all over the place for days. Good times! I tell him the upside of all of this is that I'm a cheap date. My decor is mostly sticks and twigs, berries and bits of the outside. He's a lucky man....

My tomatoes are winding down. I have my last million downstairs in my basement in various stages of ripeness. I've decided to live on my new favorite soup and use up all of those remaining tomatoes in this way...

Our new all time favorite homemade tomato soup. I will never look at the store bought stuff the same. It's a tiny bit of work, but I double the batch to can or freeze for later, so when you get three or four meals out of it, it's definitely worth the work.

Soule-Mama's super delish Carrot-Tomato Soup.

2 Tablespoons butter.
1/2 cup extra virgin olive oil.
4 lbs. tomatoes - peeled, and sliced in half with stems removed (To peel, put an x on the bottom of your tomatoes, place them in a pot of hot water for about 30 seconds, and then shock them in a pot of cold water. The stems will come right off)
3/4 teaspoon sea salt.
1/2 teaspoon fresh ground pepper.
fresh sprigs of thyme, oregano, or rosemary - optional but highly recommended.
1 medium yellow onion, diced.
2 stalks celery, diced.
5 medium sized carrots, diced.
3 cloves garlic, minced.
2 cups chicken or vegetable stock.
1/3 cup fresh basil leaves, chopped.
3/4 cup heavy cream - or milk, or half and half.

Place sliced tomatoes on a baking sheet. Cover with most of the olive oil (reserving 2 tablespoons or so), and the salt and pepper. If you'd like a little more flavor, add a sprig or two of oregano or thyme atop the tomatoes. I did the thyme, and it smelled like heaven while they were roasting. Place in a 400 degree oven for 30 minutes to roast.

While they are roasting, melt the butter and remaining olive oil over medium-low heat in a heavy stock pot. Add onion, celery, carrots, and garlic and cook until veggies start to get soft. When the tomatoes are done, add those to the pot along with the chicken stock. Remove the herbs and throw away. Simmer on low until the veggies are all tender.

Puree the soup. I used my blender - just doing it in batches. Return the soup to the pot and onto the stove. Heat slowly. Add the chopped basil and cream.

Oh my. It may look a little iffy, but it's amazing.
Happy Fall!

School Today.

Their assignment was that I would give them a boring sentence, and then they would jazz it up with more descriptive adjectives and describers.

Example 1.
Kevin Booker is our Daddy.

Their describing sentence:
Kevin Booker is our fun Daddy who has a big, bushy beard and really long toes.

(Good one!)

Example 2.
Amy Booker is our Mommy.

Their describing sentence:
Amy Booker is our Mommy with long, blonde hair and a big, squishy bum.

(Hmn.)


They're quick learners.
I feel pretty...oh soooo pretty......

Little turds....

Tradition.

As far as I'm concerned, we have our own little slice of Heaven right here in our neighborhood. Our very own "county fair" of sorts.

Treworgy Apple Orchards.

We love, love, love this place! It's all family owned and operated - sweet, wonderful people - and it's just an amazing place to spend an afternoon.

Corn mazes that stump even an adult...
Or at least this one.
I literally was praying that we'd find our way out of this thing.
I have absolutely zero sense of direction.
I would lose horribly on the Amazing Race.

Free concerts on the weekends.
Hayrides, pick your own pumpkins, a little petting area, homemade foodies, and an ice cream stand.


Every fall, at least once, our little family has to make the drive out here and just drink in the country and the wide open spaces.



This place seriously makes me so happy.


It is also our tradition to pick a boatload of apples!

Our friends own the place - and taught Kevin in school way back in the day - so they let us pick up the drops for free. They are gorgeous. They are nearly perfect. And I feel like the richest woman in the world when I leave this place.


Applesauce season begins!

A Prayer for Today.


It is fresh.
It is brand new.

The slate has been wiped clean from yesterday and all of its messes, all of its struggles, all of the things that didn't get checked off of the list, and all of the things that shouldn't have happened but did - or vice versa.

Jesus, may we see You in all things today.
May we be present in the now - because that's all we're guaranteed.

May we look past the messes to the sacred that lies beneath.

May we know the wealth and the richness that we truly have in You.

May we lower our expectations - because expectations kill...

And comparison destroys contentment.

May we be satisfied in You alone.

May we cease the striving and just be.

May we see more of You and less of ourselves.
May we go lower.
Might we be empty...so that You alone can fill.

"To receive God's gifts, to live exalted and joy filled, isn't a function of straining higher, harder, doing more, carrying long the burdens of super-Pharisees or ultra-saints. Receiving God's gifts is a gentle, simple movement of stooping lower." ~ Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts

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1938. New week - fresh start.
1939. Slowing, seeing, "be"-ing.
1940. Stopping to hear their laughter.
1941. Stooping to look into their eyes.
1942. Taking my eyes off of the clock.
1943. Seeing past messes - into little hearts.
1944. Being reminded of what is important - again - because I forget...

Weekending.

I played the "girly card" this weekend.


Around the breakfast table, we were all trying to decide on what we should do for our family day.

I believe my exact words were: "Well, I don't really care what we do. But, I guess I'm not really feeling up to climbing a mountain or anything..."

I felt like being a little more frivolous and lazy.
I kind of wanted something like sitting. On my bum. All day long.

Buuut, being slightly outnumbered in this household....


...that's exactly what we did.
Geez.



My idea would have been so much better.

Not.

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1928. Family day outside.
1929. God's creation - vast and wild.
1930. Picnics on top of Chick Hill.
1931. Hearts thumping, blood pumping.
1932. Boys - proud of their accomplishment.
1933. Snakes, nests, frogs, and caterpillars.
1934. Boys ideas better than my own.
1935. God in the trees, the woods, the trails - finding Him everywhere!
1936. Being reminded - again - that I am so small.
1937. And that He is SO great...


Psalm 108:1 - "My heart is steadfast oh God. I will sing. I will sing praises, even with my soul!"