tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39114590730787794482012-01-26T21:39:08.632-05:00kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.comBlogger7711100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-85200965045865618252012-01-26T20:22:00.000-05:002012-01-26T21:34:24.327-05:00

It's been kind of quiet around here. Sorry about that. I'm still here. I'll be around soon -promise.

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-45393250570237656922012-01-16T15:33:00.003-05:002012-01-16T15:33:40.395-05:00

just as we were packing up to go Kansas gave us a tiny little parting gift for which we said thanks through chattering teeth

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-29756650049910359342012-01-11T15:57:00.001-05:002012-01-11T21:37:09.885-05:00

Hey, self. You've had a long and much needed break here in Kansas, but it's time to go home. All day you've been collecting toys and clothes that are scattered around the house, wondering how on earth you're going to stuff it all back into the car (good luck with that.) You've been grocery list making and school day planning. I know you're missing the routine of home (and most certainly your

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-30540335164438482012012-01-08T14:46:00.000-05:002012-01-08T14:46:53.387-05:00

We took advantage of our dry and warm-ish Christmas Day to snap some family portraits in my parent's backyard. We even got one of us thanks to Lisa putting up with my grouchiness over not being behind the camera or in total control (for some reason everyone had a good laugh over the sight of me setting up a picture with Lisa standing in my place and becoming irritated when they wouldn't

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-41304340990270085232012-01-05T15:29:00.000-05:002012-01-05T17:31:08.174-05:00

January 5th, 2007 was the day we first met this one face-to-face, and oh what a face she is our dreamer who lives in tulle and butterfly wings and a tangle of wild hair the one who will draw for hours -pages and pages of princesses, dragons, and puppies the one who takes her own little world to the park in a pink basket she is our kenna and she is turning five today and we love her

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-91836720778270722992012-01-02T07:00:00.000-05:002012-01-02T14:01:37.659-05:00

welcome 2012 (it's a leap year, you know!)

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-49470171543972721302011-12-29T17:19:00.001-05:002011-12-29T17:32:26.479-05:00

Hoping your holiday has been colorful and fun as well! I'll see you in the new year...

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-16055474869720396222011-12-25T19:52:00.000-05:002011-12-25T19:52:18.635-05:00

"It is no use saying that we are born two thousand years too late to give room to Christ. Nor will those who live at the end of the world have been born too late. Christ is always with us, always asking for room in our hearts."  -Dorothy Day, "Room for Christ" For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-1770907149152556202011-12-24T20:00:00.000-05:002011-12-24T21:36:21.876-05:00

The stars are brightly shining...it is Christmas Eve! Advent (Day 28)  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry, and prayers for Advent against a backdrop of the images you will see

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Advent (Day 27) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry, and prayers for Advent against a backdrop of the images you will see here. You are also invited to contribute your own

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-20471294750889610512011-12-22T17:00:00.000-05:002011-12-22T18:21:49.596-05:00

...that the Lord is good! Ps 34:8 Advent (Day 26) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry, and prayers for Advent against a backdrop of the images you will see here. You are also

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-52332107427966251342011-12-21T13:00:00.000-05:002011-12-21T17:35:59.057-05:00

It's beginning to look a lot like we will be having a green Christmas in Kansas this year. Being Shawn's first visit to my parent's home in the winter time (the kids and I spent two Christmases here while he was in Iraq), I was really hoping for snow. The sledding hills around here are amazing and there is just nothing like sitting by the fireplace and that wall of windows as snowfall softly

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-33058365778271537252011-12-20T06:00:00.000-05:002011-12-20T07:26:00.707-05:00

Advent (Day 24) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry, and prayers for Advent against a backdrop of the images you will see here. You are also invited to contribute your own photos to the Advent

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-20586306280426871862011-12-19T09:00:00.000-05:002011-12-19T10:33:27.760-05:00

read a final poem for Advent (Day 23) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry, and prayers for Advent against a backdrop of the images you will see here. You are also invited to contribute your

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-15201279798310223082011-12-18T08:00:00.000-05:002011-12-18T11:57:31.118-05:00

It is the fourth Sunday in Advent ~ Advent (Day 22) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry, and prayers for Advent against a backdrop of the images you will see here. You are also

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-24010232990457696962011-12-17T19:00:00.000-05:002011-12-18T11:53:26.822-05:00

read the final verses here today ~ Advent (Day 21) Imagine living every day with the earnest desire to see Jesus. Really, truly believing that He lives- how different would our lives be? His return, in cloud, in majesty, and in awe is the event for which we live in wait. Or do we? (you might enjoy watching this great performance of the song to hear all the lyrics) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Despite the extra items to be checked off the to-do list, the extra parties to attend, and the extra cupcakes to bake, this is the time of year when I always seem to find extra time to read. Maybe it's my antidote to the busyness of the season, or maybe I'm just not getting enough sleep, but I've been making my way steadily through the book piles that have collected by my chair, and by my bed

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-4066357262271975262011-12-15T20:12:00.000-05:002011-12-15T21:31:47.037-05:00

Advent (Day 19) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry, and prayers for Advent against a backdrop of the images you will see here. You are also invited to contribute your own photos

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-4465150124079621322011-12-14T12:30:00.000-05:002011-12-14T15:33:26.917-05:00

I remember the day I took this picture. I stood on our second story deck in the cold air and watched that patch of bright blue sky open up over bare winter trees. We only had one short year in Quantico but it was enough time to watch those trees change from one brilliant display to another with each of the four seasons. I don't think I will ever cease to be amazed by the perfect beauty of

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-23833470765714654782011-12-13T09:12:00.000-05:002011-12-13T16:39:11.266-05:00

"You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise." Deut. 6:7 We cannot hand God down to our children like a family heirloom the way we might pass on a box of well-loved Christmas ornaments or a Grandfather's old watch. But through our traditions, both the everyday and

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-14381258180595309502011-12-12T17:36:00.000-05:002011-12-12T21:18:12.542-05:00

Advent (Day 16) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry, and prayers for Advent against a backdrop of the images you will see here. You are also invited to contribute your own photos to

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Advent (Day 15) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry, and prayers for Advent against a backdrop of the images you will see here. You are also invited to contribute your own photos to the Advent

Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14903431812942288612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-61838865323407304582011-12-10T16:00:00.000-05:002011-12-10T17:40:45.416-05:00

Around this time last year we were enjoying the snowfall- sledding in it, watching it. Now we can only remember it, wish for it- wait for it. Advent (Day 14) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-3327545257473489622011-12-09T17:29:00.001-05:002011-12-09T17:32:49.529-05:00

Advent (Day 13) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry, and prayers for Advent against a backdrop of the images you will see here. You are also invited to contribute your

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-84959953021813061542011-12-08T09:17:00.001-05:002011-12-08T09:28:56.513-05:00

Advent (Day 12) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry, and prayers for Advent against a backdrop of the images you will see here. You are also invited to contribute your

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-22856470131730536272011-12-07T14:22:00.001-05:002011-12-08T09:29:27.897-05:00

Christmas sparkling in silent night black and white... or laughing in jingle bells color? Advent (Day 11) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry, and prayers for Advent

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-195251381291665792011-12-06T23:54:00.001-05:002011-12-07T00:35:32.796-05:00

I've raved before about how much we love The Jesus Story Book Bible, so I was really excited to discover a new storybook by Sally Lloyd-Jones on the shelves. A perfect Christmas gift! So yes, I'm totally giving away Auntie Kelli's gift plan for her nieces and nephews right now, but I just couldn't help but share. Today a whole box of them landed on my doorstep and oh my, Song of the Stars: A

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-27528149400685611182011-12-05T14:36:00.001-05:002011-12-05T15:48:06.110-05:00

One thing I have enjoyed so much about doing this little Advent project with my sister, has been the excuse to spend some time looking back through old photos with new eyes. A fun exercise for my brain and soul has been to try illustrating specific ideas with photos. In some cases, a picture has come to mind and I've set out to capture it new, but in others, I've found meaning and stories in

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-72937479396790703042011-12-04T15:30:00.000-05:002011-12-04T17:36:26.090-05:00

"When we celebrate Christmas, we are celebrating that amazing time when the Word that shouted all the galaxies into being limited all power, and for the love of us came to us in the powerless body of a human baby." ~Madeleine L'Engle Advent (Day 8) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-23518911191614554442011-12-03T10:30:00.000-05:002011-12-03T17:46:16.498-05:00

Advent (Day 7) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry, and prayers for Advent against a backdrop of the images you will see here. You are also invited to contribute your own photos to the Advent

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-61860449632727877192011-12-02T10:39:00.000-05:002011-12-02T16:15:32.638-05:00

It was bitter cold on the night I took these photos. Shawn roused a sleepy, bed-headed boy from his down comforter, wrapping him in that blue coat with the warm hood he loves so much. Middle of the night blackness was lit only by the moon- a bright, full, solstice moon. We waited and watched as it darkened and turned red. In the shadow of us, it turned red. It is Advent, a year later, and I

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-61727976463549944122011-12-01T07:00:00.000-05:002011-12-01T11:09:19.850-05:00

Advent (Day 5) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry, and prayers for Advent against a backdrop of the images you will see here. You are also invited to contribute your own photos to the Advent Flickr group. If you

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-30908300775215743342011-11-30T08:00:00.000-05:002011-11-30T23:49:09.267-05:00

Advent (Day 4)  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry, and prayers for Advent against a backdrop of the images you will see here. You are also invited to contribute your own photos to the Advent Flickr group. If you

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-76447733986060926812011-11-29T09:56:00.001-05:002011-11-30T23:48:11.924-05:00

Advent (Day 3) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry, and prayers for Advent against a backdrop of the images you will see here. You are also invited to contribute your own photos to the Advent Flickr group. If you are not

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-15084863161550156662011-11-28T09:00:00.000-05:002011-11-30T23:49:53.346-05:00

mona lavender ~ still glowing in the cold moonlight Advent (Day 2) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Please join me each day until Christmas at There is a River with my sister, Christie Purifoy, as she shares beautiful thoughts, poetry, and prayers for Advent against a backdrop of the images you will see here. You are also invited to contribute

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-20445415035338640302011-11-27T09:00:00.000-05:002011-11-30T23:50:11.466-05:00

It is the first Sunday of Advent. What does that mean? What does that look like? Why? These are the questions I ask myself over and over. These are the questions I pray. These are the questions that silence me and cause me to wait, and watch, and listen... for I know the Answer is coming. Today we light the candle of Hope. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-50742064238945692852011-11-26T07:00:00.000-05:002011-11-26T09:15:11.741-05:00

{Kelli's Thoughts} Advent. What does it mean? I began asking that question after my sister shared the seed of an idea with me several weeks ago. So I started to read, and read, and read. Beautiful books and essays, poems selected by Christie, scripture that is unchanging yet new every day. It was this newness, this fresh-eyes look into something that was, for me, only foggy memories of my five

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-54046549214323536902011-11-23T17:00:00.000-05:002011-11-23T18:55:53.357-05:00

Today I am thankful for coffee and books. For a safe drive across four states in the rain. For the giggles I heard upon pulling into a driveway where Pappy and Grams stood waiting, waving. For a family tree that branches out all over the country into so many hearts. Pies are baking in a cozy kitchen where I sit, inhaling, listening to music and children playing, staring at slats of sunlight on

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-54945951308136710142011-11-20T20:25:00.000-05:002011-12-07T14:53:39.345-05:00

it is a cozy fall morning. we sit around the table eating oatmeal pancakes, sticky with maple syrup, drinking juice and coffee. we've never known hunger. still in pajamas, we march outside, around the house through the yard, in search of sticks and leaves. the little one trips and falls, cries dramatic dry tears. we've never known true suffering. we cut out paper leaves and tie ribbons. we

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-370680137848640142011-11-16T22:59:00.001-05:002011-11-16T23:05:07.150-05:00

There is nothing that is more dangerous to your own salvation, more unworthy of God and more harmful to your own happiness than that you should be content to remain as you are. -François Fénelon, seventeenth-century French bishop and author

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-27236082299559655482011-11-14T22:29:00.001-05:002011-11-15T01:13:38.810-05:00

The other day we thought it would be fun to get a family jump shot on the beach. I set my camera ( between the fast moving jumps and the evening light, manual settings are a must for this) and Mike humored us and took the shots with me in them. We found out it's really hard to get everyone off the ground at the same time... Hilarious, yes! Just not what we were going for. So Shawn tried

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-35091962547464507182011-11-13T15:30:00.000-05:002011-11-13T16:47:28.646-05:00

It's when the sun us low, the shadows long when the two year old sits content with pail and shovel or chases seagulls in the ethereal glow it's when the photographer doesn't have to ask for smiles, they just are because everyone is happy to be there and nowhere else it's when you stand staring, willing it to imprint on your soul because in that magical hour as creation sings you can't

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-40849425617882937672011-11-11T19:00:00.000-05:002011-11-11T20:58:24.264-05:00

We've been on a staycation of sorts here in the Campbell household. With GG, GranD and Mike visiting from Texas, we have enjoyed stepping away from the school books in favor of trips to the museum, Fort Pickens, and the beach. (Also that fancy schmancy date night of ours was courtesy of our three gracious sitters!) After a fun time relaxing and catching up, they headed home Wednesday,

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-11341183200054589122011-11-08T12:27:00.000-05:002011-11-09T00:50:16.829-05:00

Saturday night we attended the Marine Corps Birthday Ball, held at the National Naval Aviation Museum in Pensacola. Not a bad place for a party. (And the pre-ball cocktails and dinner in historic downtown was surprisingly classy. I was kicking myself for leaving my camera in the car for that one. I know.) The guest of honor for the evening was the Commandant of the Marine Corps, General Amos.

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-18419595877449387922011-11-06T15:49:00.000-05:002011-11-06T15:49:16.316-05:00

{project 52 ~ week 44 ~ muted tones ~ featured here!}

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-28718324788191159532011-11-02T22:00:00.000-04:002011-11-03T00:19:53.032-04:00

Oh, hello, November! You surprised me -how did you do that? I almost didn't see you, entering so quietly. It was the chill that gave you away. So unexpected. I'm very glad you're here. I was beginning to think you might not come and I missed you so.

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-89028391780991660952011-11-01T00:11:00.000-04:002011-11-01T00:11:02.517-04:00

a snowflake fairy, a jengo fett, and a rumpled cowgirl fairy...or princess or butterfly or something. whatever they are, it's cute, and these three are sweeter than a thousand mini-chocolate bars (and so much better for me.)

kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895193331965817410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911459073078779448.post-70543877135956860352011-10-28T09:25:00.000-04:002011-10-28T09:25:34.267-04:00

I needed to remind myself why we home school (let's go to the beach -because it's a beautiful day and we can!) I needed to see them laugh and play and not cry over math (can you imagine counting all these grains of sand? how many shells are in your bucket? how do I make a dollar for the bridge toll?) we needed to hold hands and take deep breaths so that we could carry as much

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Way back in January I joined up with the mcp actions project 52 group on flickr. The purpose, to take one photo per week for one year, each illustrating a pre-set theme (unless I choose otherwise- it's my 52, there will not be a test.) I thought the project would be a good way to grow myself technically. I tend to shoot everything and shoot it quickly and then hold my breath as I open the

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Remember that tree that held the baby mockingbirds back in June? Despite my efforts to figure it out, I never knew what kind of tree it was. That is until last week when it bloomed and I realized I have a camellia. A huge, healthy, blooming, Camellia! I think the happiest gardeners are the ones like me, who really don't know all that much about plants or gardens. Because then little things like

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The weather is gorgeous, the water is blue -I want to sail. But the Summer Wind, still back in North Carolina, will soon have a new owner. And that makes me sad. And that is all I can say about that. (photo by tristan) I run several times a week on a treadmill that sits in our screened-in back porch I use the term run loosely, just so you know. It's often more of a staggering, stomping,

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On Sunday evenings we drop all the kids off at church and go to Starbucks. (What? I see nothing wrong with that?) We sit at a tiny, wobbly table with coffee and books. (Shawn reads big thick complicated military theory textbooks and I breeze through some fiction and play with my camera, noticing shadows.) For two hours we're like a couple of college kids we once knew. (Except now we know how

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The other day I ran outside to catch some pictures of my veggie garden as the sun was just coming over the fence. I thought the light would be pretty on the leaves still dripping from the sprinklers and it was. I love shooting into the sun to catch interesting flares but what I was seeing was a little more flarish than usual. Cool. Then I ran in to switch lenses and discovered the reason...

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Two cans of chalkboard paint and the artistic vision of a seven year old boy were all it took to create a total room transformation in less than a day. I can't wait to see all the fun wall art that comes from this.

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We finally got around to that other project I mentioned. It was super easy, totally fun for everyone, and the result is going to look way cool hanging in Tristan's room... (We did another old favorite melted crayon craft a few weeks ago -see it hanging back there in the window?) There are variations of this crayon-melted-on-canvas idea all over Pinterest and the web. I really liked Meg's

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"One of the many reasons why gardens are increasingly precious to us in this day and age is that they help us to escape from  the tyranny of speed. Our skies are streaked with jets, our roads have turned into race-tracks, and in the cities the crowds rush to and fro as though the devil were at their heels. But as soon as we open the garden gate, Time seems almost to stand still, slowing down

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My husband has completed his instructor training and will soon be placing his life in the hands of student pilots. (You can all start praying now. Thanks.) Per Shawn's request, I'm on a mission to take some "cool aviation photos" to hang up in the house. I suppose these walls could definitely use a dose of engines and props among the framed flowers and baby faces. I like an assignment and while

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Last week at Tristan's soccer game we lost Kate. Somehow in the shuffle of moving our chairs to one field, she wandered off in the direction of another. It was probably only a few minutes, but  those few minutes lasted forever. Worst feeling ever. And that's all I have to say about that.

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This weekend I was hoping to do a little project I saw on Pinterest. So far things are shaping up to be a little busier than I expected so we'll see. Maybe I'll have something fun to share in a few days. As I was thinking about it though, I remembered the project Sara and I did back in June. We saw this and thought it would be fun to try so we put our kids to bed, served up brownies and got to

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"We do not want merely to see beauty, though, God knows, even that is bounty enough. We want something else which can hardly be put into words--to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it. That is why we have peopled air and earth and water with gods and goddesses and nymphs and elves--that, though we cannot, yet

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Remember how back in August I was trying to use all that time without a camera to catch up on all those past months of photo editing? Well, as it turns out, Nikon has a super fast turn-around time on repairs. And August heat seems to put my brain into some kind of hibernation. And any brain cells I did find available, I used up as I was muddling through school preparations and other difficult

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Wow did I love hearing from you all on Sunday's post. Isn't it amazing how many different stories in the world can center on one moment in time? That moment in American history has changed and defined and woven together the courses of so many, and all those millions of stories are pieces of a bigger story aren't they? Isn't everything? The Bible tells us that story, the one about who God is

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"Some days I can just manage to breathe in God's direction and somehow, in the sacredness of that unspoken spoken, He breathes back. And, I've found, we can go a long way like that. Sometimes we wish prayer to be the rudder that changes the course of our entire lives. Yet I wonder if it's our hearts- through the small spokens, the actual truths, the directed breaths- that end up changing.

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I remember that day. Shawn and I were out for a run in our quiet Texas neighborhood. We had celebrated our first wedding anniversary, graduated from college, and pinned on his shiny new Lieutenant bars the month before. Life had finally slowed to an easy pace of waiting for the next thing -our first military move would take us to Quantico in a few weeks time. Life was so normal that morning.

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Our weekend was relaxing, fun, and extra long. We spent it with family and were able to celebrate two birthdays together -Lily turned eight and Shawn turned, well, more than eight. Cousins swam past dark and giggled past midnight (but never, ever would they dare sleep past sunrise!) We watched movies and read books and ate too many cupcakes. And when we came home, we were greeted by

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The days keep flying by me, sunrise to sunset, over and over, again and again. Is it really September? How can that be? We did open new school books last week. And we are finding our way to ballet class and soccer practice and classical conversations with appropriate shoes for each, sometimes even on the right feet. Sometimes... It is pouring outside as I sit here but these wild, afternoon

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(see more of this set on Flickr)

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Someone once encouraged me to live, looking to “behold the beauty of the Lord” in all things (Psalm 27:4). When I seek His beauty in my everyday, whether I am standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon or the whirlwind of laundry and toys in my living room, I have joy in my heart. I am more thankful. I let go of the frustration and exhaustion that daily come with mothering, as He cares for me

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next week, perhaps.

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I got my camera back.

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project 52 ~ week 33 ~ slow down and look back

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{walking away from photo editing today for some fun at the beach. these photos are from April. so now you know just how far behind I really am.}

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{this jewel-eyed cutie is my niece, Rori. she's coming to visit us next week -hooray!}

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quiet water beach, pensacola, originally uploaded by KelliCampbell.

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Psalm 19:1, originally uploaded by KelliCampbell.

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fresh, originally uploaded by KelliCampbell.

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project 52 ~ week 32 ~ theme: sky (or: where daddy goes to work) shawn started flying again last week. and today I feel selfish as I thank God he is flying here for now, not there. and I pray for the families who are receiving the worst news today. and I wonder how my prayers could even make a difference for them. and I remember my sister's words from yesterday. and I keep praying.

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"The source of my prayer is Christ. The same one who gave me these words when I first prayed for a child: “There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God” (Psalm 46:4).  Back then, I read those words and knew that my prayer had been answered.  Now I know that “answered” is not really the best word-picture for what sometimes happens when we pray.  Instead, it is less like being spoken to

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we do a lot of messy art projects around here paints, water, play dough, crayons, markers, pencil shavings... these get cleaned up as regular as the breakfast, lunch and dinner crumbs we keep very few of our projects -the fun is in the process, the mess making but this one was different, this one was for dad we set out to create something worth keeping, something worth giving  something

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Last August, I stumbled upon the August Break just when I needed it. Looking back, some of my favorite images on this blog fell into that month of photos. It was just the thing I needed as I was settling into a new home and community, winding down summer, preparing for school, lamenting the heat... what would a photo of Déjà vu look like...? This summer, I decided to revisit the August Break. I

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I know I keep saying I'm going to show you our new house but then I forget or I post something else or I accidentally delete a bunch of pictures and don't feel like looking at my computer for a couple of days...yeah. So tonight I decided to snap a bunch of pictures around the house and share them with you SOOC (that's straight out of the camera). No magazine staged pretty housey photos here

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after what seemed like such a short time in the nest we watched our three little birds hop around in grass up to their beaks testing new wings, trying to reach mama as she squawked at them from fence posts and then, just like that, they were gone.

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Remember how I told you I organized the books by color? Yeah that didn't last long. It sure looked cool but when I wanted to find a specific title it was kind of annoying and when I started unpacking school books I knew it was going to be downright useless. I love books-as-decor but I'm just too practical to have books-only-as-decor. It was fun for a bit though. I found a happy medium

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"...Sand beneath our feet, big blue sky above our heads, no need to keep stressing from our everyday life on our minds We have got to leave all that behind..." Avett Brothers, At the Beach (these guys handle broken strings with more style than anyone I've seen. loving their boots-on-the-stage percussion and that banjo improv!)

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we have some tiny little, loud little, big-mouthed little neighbors outside our window their mama keeps a close watch on us even calling all her friends to join her in a threatening vigil from various perches around the yard -we tread carefully we first discovered the nest when it held four pretty blue eggs by the time I took out my camera there were three and one freshly hatched mocking bird

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home is where the marine corps sends us. where we will hang our family tree and wait for them all to visit. which they will! home is where we play and bake... and eat and laugh at Kate's mess. where we can stay outside for hours on end twelve months out of the year. where we will bloom. this is where we live. florida is home. (for now.)

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When she read that post title, I wonder if my sister thought I might have decided to spill some family secrets or embarrassing moments. Like the time she...ok no, I'm not that sister. Not today. Christie holds a PhD in English Literature and is a gifted writer. She recently began sharing her thoughts on a new blog. Every post seems to speak right to my heart, and she has quickly become one

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We are alive. We survived our first few days in our new home thanks to some great little air beds from GranD, a new slip 'n slide, plenty of movies and entirely too many juice boxes. Shawn did an amazing job painting, flooring and generally sprucing up this place before the kids and I came to stay. We made a final push to get things done together before our furniture arrived, and we've been

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We found another reason to go outside -s'mores with uncle Nathan and "Auntiemanda". Gathering around a fire at the end of a hundred degree Texas day? Not as crazy as it sounds.

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because in this heat, there's really no other reason to even be outside.

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Today I want to say happy birthday to my sister, Christie, and nephew, Thaddeus, so...H a p p y  B i r t h d a y !Yes, I know your birthdays were yesterday but I figured if you have to share,then you deserve to stretch it out at least one extra day. Love you both!

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On June 7th, our move from Virginia to Florida began. Except that our movers didn't show up so it didn't. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise since I had, up until that morning, been completely unable to get myself into "moving mode" what with all the swimming and playing and other important bits of life going on. When I looked at the clock that day and realized I had a few short hours

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::because we're not with him today and we miss him. ::because we think he's the best and appreciate him every day. ::because he makes great paper airplanes and strings fishing poles. ::because when he finds a huge tax return check and his newly earned starbucks gold card in the mail, he opens the starbucks card first. ::because he can build anything out of legos and loves to snuggle his girls.

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hello again! It's been a while, yes, sorry about that. I am living out of a pile of suitcases and laundry bags as we travel from one place to another and another until our new house is a livable home. Shawn is working hard at that and I'm working hard at keeping out of the way. My computer is in need of a small (I hope) repair, so I finally managed to pull a working laptop out from among the

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