Hurst Family News

Two Thousand and Fourteen Let me start off by saying it's not all roses. There will be highlights and there will be carefully selected details displayed but it's not all amazing.  2014 was a really hard year for our family. For so many reasons. And now that 4 years has passed it's hard to remember all the details- but the overarching theme of the hellacious year remains strong in my memory.  Relationships are hard. We all come to them with our own ideas and issues and baggage that we think is important and precious so we can't possibly get rid of it. Sean and I were going through a rough patch in 2013-2014. There was a lack of trust on both sides. We said things. We reacted. We cried. A lot. We smiled. We kissed. We did counseling. A lot. Rinse and repeat ad Infinitum. It was really helpful. Our first marriage counselor was awful. We gave her a second chance, just in case it was our bias that was clouding our judgment. Nope. She was a fresh outta the box ...

But I'm going to resurrect the good ol' family blog anyway. There will be much to do in filling in the blanks. Most of that will likely never get filled in (sorry) but I'm working on highlights of the last few years. Because, boy howdy! It's been a ride! Not sure anyone reads this anymore (I know I didn't keep up with others' blogs when I stopped blogging...) but HI! We're still here.

Sorry about the Radio Silence. Sometimes you just need some time and space and a place to think about things.  And to not think about guilt blogging. March . A month. A call to move forward. In like a lion out like a lamb. Anniversaries. Spring. Daylight "savings". Porch time. Afternoon walks. Spring Break. Time. New beginnings. Revival. Buds on trees. Tenderness. Daffodils. Flip Flops. Painted toes. Projects. Inspiration. Light. I'm beginning to wonder if March isn't one of my favorite months...

November is a month of gratitude.  A little gratitude can soften the hardest of hearts. Why not add more gratitude in our lives?  I'll jump on that bandwagon. Ian says, "I'm thankful for friends." (and then added "Can I go play with friends Right Now ?") Landon says, "I'm thankful for being nice." Then clarified, "I'm thankful for me being nice." (Me too kid.) Charlie doesn't talk but he is thankful he gets Daddy and Grandpa time today building our wood shed. I'm thankful for a husband and father in law who work hard in all aspects of life. I'm thankful for resources and generosity of others that allow us to have what we need and live within our means. (Our wood shed when finished should hold 6 cords of wood and we'll have it all built for under $250 *hopefully* and there's a cool story about the shed that will be another post.) Gratitude can change the tide of a day and give us peace when before there ...

I know I have woefully neglected the blog. Oh well. Life happens. I'm blogging today and that's good too. It's not fun stuff today because I'm going to take a minute  (or 5) and stand on my blogbox.  (Like a soapbox only on the internet.) I will eventually get pictures of all the fun halloweeney stuff, but today I have an issue. You see, last night at a Halloween party I overheard one woman asking another woman a very deep and personal question.  The fact that I could overhear it should suggest that perhaps it was an inappropriate place.  I mean, we were all sitting there.  Now this person is family to the woman she was speaking to but that doesn't actually make her question appropriate. She asked, "Did you get the wish of your heart?" Everyone knew what she was hinting at because of the boisterous  loud conversation previous to that about babies. But then another person clarified, "She's asking if you're pregnant."  To which ...

Right about now... Funk Soul Brotha Check it out now, Funk Soul Brotha: I'm hoping that hot pockets and microwave Cheese Wheels (macNcheese wheels) counts for a meal because that's what we had for lunch.  Don't judge.  It was a major decision between that and something someone else cooked (aka fast food) that costs a lot more. Currently I am writing from a fairly swirly allergy med haze. Wish I could truly enjoy it.  But I have to be psudo responsible until further notice.  Or when Sean gets home.  Whichever comes first.  "Sponsibility" sure is a buzz kill though. It's a good thing days like today don't come around too often or I'd be 600 lbs with BBQ sauce dripping from my chin.  And one of my sons would be named Gilbert .  And they'd have to burn the house when I die. (Spoiler. Sorry. I wasn't myself.) Boychild the first is walking home. It's cold outside with a lovely, icy north wind a blowin'.  Knocked over our t...

Charlie's favorite song is Skiddamarinkydinkydink.  A classic.   Makes me proud.   Passed on a priceless piece of my childhood.   Sharon, Lois and Bram. The elephant show.  Learn it if you don't know it.  Share it.  Love it.