Jamaica State Park, Vermont

Last week, Sean and I spent the night in Jamaica. Jamaica, Vermont that is. And it was perfect! We drove into our campsite a little later than we anticipated. But as the sun was setting and Sean set up the tent, I raced over to the nearest town for some pizza. After replenishing our bodies with grease and a beer, we walked down the steep hill to the river, dodging trees and holding hands. As we stood in the cold, rushing water, watching the river flow, it came upon me: this idea of how quickly everything passes; of how like water, our lives roll over rocks and into valleys, moving out of the way for new water, unknowingly caught in the current of river’s center, where it moves quickly and with intent, molecules into molecules, the unseen becoming the whole, simply because of the power they have as a united grouping.

I was thinking about how my relationship with Sean is so like this river. Standing together in that river, I couldn’t help but feel this metaphor run over my skin. I couldn’t help but feel how intimately I was connected to everything in that moment. And mostly, as I watched Sean jump from rock to rock like a mad wilderness man, I couldn’t help but feel how hyper-sensitive I was to this connection simply because he is in my life. Sean has shown me how to feel alive, everyday. Everyday we spend together, whether we are home or far away, we are growing into our life together.  That evening by the river, I began to understand the path our life is taking as a couple, as a family. My and Sean’s roots, I realized, have become entangled with one another, deep beneath the dark soil of a riverbank with water, running wild above us. You see, we are all connected: him and me, and this great world around us. But for now, in this instance we are safe, steadfast, and most of all together. Jaimaca State Park Rivertent shoes by the riverwoodpileriver through the treesThis was such a great campground. Very quiet and secluded! I highly recommend it to anyone traveling the East Coast!

Girls Weekend::: Pentwater, Michigan

359 days ago we made a pact with one another:: to dedicate one weekend, each year to our friendships. Life is busy, you know? There are jobs to keep, and houses to keep up, families to see, weddings to attend, always there is something to do. But we matter to one another. We are the people that can count to one another. We hold one another up. We encourage one another. We are family. And our friendships are a break from this mad, mad world. So this year, we went back to that beach where we made our promise 395 days ago. And as we watched the sun set from the pier, I couldn’t help but realize how rich I am in life, to have sisters so dedicated to one another, no matter what, as these women are to me.  girls 2013Three girls on pierbonfire in pentwaterShoreIn our group there are some who build the fire, and then others who make the smores. I am the latter. And though they keep trying to explain the art of cavemen innovation, I still become distracted, unlearned and truth be known, unwilling to learn. I need friends in my life to make the fires for me. We all have a place and certain talents that define us, and we all keep giving our talents to support one one another. I try to always make room in my life for my friends to share themselves. This is the secret, I believe, that makes our group strong, perpetuating, undying.  flip flops in the sandView of Pentwater BeachThe Mermaid RocksWe spent an entire day parked on the beach. Sharing stories about work, sipping cocktails in the sand, laughing about memories from college we had long ago forgotten. We poured out plans for Crissy’s wedding, and became giddy about the pending incredible life changes to come this year. We hold a past, present and future with one another that is makes each of us irreplaceable.Pentwater Beach from the PierDune GRass with BeachWe looked up in the sky and felt warm, very warm for the first time all year. We drew a line in the sand, promising to always come back, each summer, for our friendships, for one another, because we matter. Four on Pentwater Beach