Life after three miscarriages and everything in between...
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What kind of sourdough are you?
So you take these following smells: (I apologize to the non-Pac. Northwesterners in advance that don't get it) the "Aroma of Tacoma", the sewage plant smell in Renton that you smell as you're driving west on 405 towards Southcenter, "cow farm" smells, the most stinkiest possible cheese you could ever imagine, some really horrible flatulence, and ummm...baby poop...combine all that and you might possibly have the 'yeasty aroma' of Sourdough bread starter.
Have you ever made sourdough starter (i.e. the beginnings of sourdough bread) at home? The smell is horrid, absolutely horrid, but the most amazing thing is how it makes the most amazing bread, the bread that I absolutely LOVE. It just has to go through many processes to get to the most delicious, finished state. For 7 days you have to take a cup out of the starter and replace it with 1/2 c. water and 1/2 c. flour and stir, without fainting or vomiting. It's almost like pancake batter, with a almost alien-like spongy, bubbly texture.
Just like us, we go through a lot of stinky transitions, processes, learning curves, opportunities and slowly and sometimes painfully, we get transformed into a warm, crusty, nice thick slice of bread with some butter and jam smeared all over yourself. Or maybe you're a big bread bowl with some steamy clam chowder ladled into the middle, or a delicious grilled cheese sandwich with some extra sharp cheddar, or a cold BLT with avocado and mayonnaise. Or French toast, soft, warm, eggy crust, with maple syrup, powdered sugar, maybe some strawberries and whipped cream? Oh the possibilities...
In honor of our son, Garrison Isaac's passing in my womb at 19 weeks over 3 years ago (Jan 31st), I'm revisiting my blog and finally posting. I had forgotten I had actually put the following together in March 2014 and saved it as a draft that I just now discovered in my blog's folder. I never would have thought we would find ourselves in such a difficult journey then and now as we've had 2 more pregnancy losses in 2016. We're constantly leaning on God's guidance and protection through it all, that's the only way we keep our sanity :)
So here we are...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I've compiled all the readings and order of service for Garrison's memorial together for everyone that would be interested to read. I know some of you were there, some weren't able to make it or some were far away in virtual internet land. It's a lot of text so don't feel compelled to read it all. Following th…
Had a very eventful, fun and memory-making weekend with my family and the babies and seeing so many people I haven't seen in a long time... First, read about the main eventhere at my mom's blog.
Now you can see pictures that I took with my husband's 'older' Sony semi-fancy, fat lens camera that I got to play with and take several good shots. Tell me what you think. We went over to my parent's house first before the wedding reception to see them and my brother's family visiting from Vancouver for the weekend...
I sit here, on my Friday off from work, dabbling away in things not too important. Laundry, coloring differing shades of sunset colors on white paper, staring outside on our backyard view of the snow, a bright, clear blue sky overhead. I wait endlessly impatient, anxious for 'the' phone call that will get me excited again. I wait for a new job, possibly in the kitchen, working back in my roots, the things I have great passion and interest in. I miss it terribly, it's hard not feeling like you're doing anything majorly productive. You help in your home, you help your husband get out of bed, complaining of his stiff neck and tiredness. You're not use to all this 'non-work' work. But it's okay, this is what God is calling you to be and become. A housewife possibly, but not your average. With no children in tow, you keep yourself as busy as you can be.
There is a black cat named Trouble sitting on the window pane, observing the wildlife outside, f…