Glimpses of the journey...

Still here

2008-06-07T11:00:00.001+01:00

...but very soon, going there. We're on the move again. As I look down below at the previous post, I realize it was written nearly a year ago this same month, and we were also moving. Hopefully once we get a bit settled and have internet access, maybe I might actually blog again? I'd like that.

Anyway, just thought I'd post evidence of the actual moving. These boxes were packed in Ireland, then shipped across the sea in a container, stored in a storage unit in California for the year, and now loaded up on a Budget moving truck and driven to the new home in Colorado. And then we will get to open them! I can't even remember what all is in them...

The actual truck in the photo was driven out a month or so ago. We'll drive a smaller one out with the rest of our belongings, and all of us, in a little over three weeks time. Thought you might enjoy seeing how tall the 13 year old is. Taller than me, he is! And the bench on the ground? My dad built that for us when we lived in Portland, Oregon while they were there visiting... waiting for Ryan to be born. I have an old picture of prego me and my dad sitting on that very bench. And now it's resting in our back garden in Colorado. Life never stays still for long, yes?

We have tons of space in this new house. Come visit us!!!! Cead Mile Failte... always.

2007-06-30T13:30:00.000+01:00

Boxes everywhere. Yes, we are counting down days now. The container arrives at our home on Saturday next. That's in seven days. We had friends come over yesterday and help us bring down the plethora of boxes and sundry from the attic. We are most definitely moving!

Last night, our church family threw us a most wonderful goodbye party. I am stuck for words when I try to think of how to write what God has done in our lives through these precious people. Through His church here in Ireland. We are deeply changed and enriched and forever grateful that they embraced us as their own.

Yesterday also was Ryan and Lauren's last day of school at Scoil Eoin Phoil. Ryan has spent seven years with his classmates and Lauren, four. It was a bittersweet day, full of laughter, parties and goodbyes. We are indeed grateful for the principal, teachers and families who have been a part of our lives during our time with them.

A few pictures ~ starting at the very beginning...

Ryan & junior infant (kindergarten) classmate Eoghan during their very first sports day.

Lauren (just turned 3) on same day with Ryan's classmates, Aaron & Ross.

Ryan, now age 12, leaving for school last week.

Lauren (2nd from left) and classmates at a goodbye party they surprised her with on Wednesday. She loved every minute.

Ryan's classmates gathering around him yesterday for a final emotional goodbye. The goodbyes and hugs went on for some time...

Soon new adventures await. But until then, in the midst of the boxes, we are living each last day here in Ireland with gratitude and tear filled joy.

2007-06-12T20:19:00.001+01:00

Our most beautiful daughter who is full of laughter and life is nine today. Happy Birthday sweet girl!!

P.S. The Italy trip was brilliant! A very sweet time away for Rod and I. Plus the country is so incredibly beautiful. It was a dream trip for me. A gift...
Here are some pictures of stunning Italy and a few of us too, enjoy!

2007-05-21T11:27:00.000+01:00

A full weekend. Full of friends and celebrations. Eating gorgeous cakes and french pastries, made by the beautiful Argentinian, whose birthday we celebrated. Eating biscuits and drinking tea at the parish centre after watching many friends make their communion. Drinking coffee (me) and jumping on bouncy castles (Lauren) at communion parties that afternoon. Having Ciara over on the Sunday to shop and then go to the birthday gathering. And as always on the weekend, spending the Sunday morning with those we love most here in Ireland, our church family. A weekend of friends and celebrations.

Lauren hugely enjoyed the communion day on Saturday. Not only did she get to be involved in the mass, but she got to do parties afterwards as well. Every child had a party in the afternoon, and since Lauren didn't make her communion and we weren't throwing a party, she was free to just go play! Perfect... (pictures)

At the end of the mass, before the kids got up to sing their final song, the parish priest began to speak about how people may have noticed that there was a girl there that day who had brought up a gift and would sing in the choir, but wasn't all in white, etc. He said her name was Lauren and that she wasn't Catholic, but that she wanted to support her friends and be involved with them and how she was such an integral part of their class. So he was welcoming her and her family on this day. You can imagine how surprised we were. All her classmates were grinning hugely at her... and i think she just sat there in shock. We were so proud of her at that moment. Knowing, on so many different levels, how significant that statement was. Many a conversation was had after the mass and at the parties that stemmed from Father Hurley's words. It was a rich day.

And now the weekend is over. And in three days time, my husband and I are getting on another oh, so comfy, Ryan Air flight and flying (sans children) to Italia!!!!! I'm assuming that most of you taking time to read my words, know how hugely excited I am about this trip. The one place I've really wanted to go before we leave Europe. And that is an understatement. This holiday is a gift to me from my husband. He is good to me. And many of you as well, have been a part of the journey in freeing me to go. Thank you.

And when we return, we will then go about living our final month here in Ireland, full of people and parties and packing and percipitation (mainly from my eyes...). Again, most of you know that leaving this country and the people that I love here is deeply painful to me. And yet, most of you know... my God. And that there is a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance. And that He delights in bringing beauty to all things. And so, even now I can say with certainty that before I leave and when I am gone, for all of us, there will be much more laughing and dancing and also weeping and mourning, because this is life and it will continue on. And He longs for us to experience it in all it's fullness. For that is one of His many gifts to us. And this time in my life is nothing, if it is not full... in all it's simplicity and complexity. It is full. And it is good. Because He is.

2007-05-18T21:30:00.000+01:00

Tomorrow my daughter's class is making their communion. This is quite the big deal for her whole class, they have been preparing for this day for ages. All her friends are talking about what they're going to wear. And what they are going to wear is white. White dresses, white shoes, white gloves, white bags, white things in their hair, etc. White. As Lauren is the only one not making her communion, she gets to choose something different. So yesterday we went shopping. We had much fun, mother and daughter, searching for a dress with colour. Just for her.

Now those of you who know my daughter know that dresses wouldn't be her attire of choice. However, she most definitely loves to twirl (like her mom...) once she's in one. Or should I say, dance (again, like her mom...). It was quite the delight watching her finger the fabric and hunt for that perfect dress. I must say she has good taste (again, like her... ahha!).

So the short story is, we found a colourful, fun dress plus sandals and she loves them. Tonight as she was holding the dress while twirling around, she had a conversation with her dad about how beautiful the dress was, how beautiful she was and how beautiful it was when the former was on the latter. I can't recount this word for word, but the bit that made me laugh was her question. Her dad had said, that with the dress on, she was absolutely stunning. He had also said, when she asked, that without the dress on, she was totally beautiful.

So her logic led her to ask ~ "So which is better? Absolutely stunning or totally beautiful??"

She is.

2007-05-04T23:19:00.000+01:00

Tomorrow Ryan will be twelve. Wow. And tomorrow we will all be on a plane flying to Germany, so today was the party. Perfect party, as it was open day for Spiderman 3. So we took 16 kids and an extra adult friend and went to the movies! Ryan has made some great friends over these past years. They are good kids. And they are part of answered prayer for our boy. Of which we are so grateful.

I would be more prolific about the night, the film, the kids, etc., but we are leaving on a jet plane way too early in the morning. And, no news here, but we're not fully packed. Thinking it will be another late night. Auf Wiedersehen...

P.S. Is a post script proper blog ettiquette?

P.S.S. I've been wanting to write about our church's weekend away. So I will real quick... Every year our church (Dublin West) goes out to the country for a weekend. Hence the title 'weekend away'. A couple of weeks ago, the kids and I (Rod was in the States) journeyed to Ovoca Manor in Avoca and had a few wonderful days away with our church family. These weekends are always a special time with one another. God meets us in significant ways every year. Plus there is always a massive amount of laughter with this group! We love them deeply. And have been blessed much through them. I have recently posted our weekend away photos on flickr. I hope they will give you just a small glimpse into our family here. Enjoy!

P.S.S.S. I guess now I should finish packing?

2007-04-13T16:00:00.000+01:00

Ooh, I'm tired. But content. We had two of Ryan's friends over the last few days and they were great. They basically did boy stuff... which included throwing a broken VCR out the window (the window, the second story window, with a heave and ho and a mighty throw, they threw it out the window... anyone??) and smashing it to pieces on the ground with a sledge hammer. I liked that bit... hit it a few times myself, I did. Maybe that's why my back's a bit achy today?

The biggest part of the two days though was the filming of Ryan's latest script, The Sorrows of War. Rod took them scouting for locations on the Wednesday and on the Thursday we did the actual filming. It was hard work, but brilliant fun. So proud of those boys!! Rod was the cinematographer, except during his two cameo roles, a prisoner and a dead man respectively, I held the camera. I also acted as the script girl (helping with dialogue and such), the water girl, the prop girl, the 'good work lads!' girl, etc.

At this moment, Ryan is in the other room editing it with sound effects. So cool. He hopes to show it at our church weekend away, next weekend. It's been a joy for Rod and I to watch this come to fruition, to watch Ryan pour himself into this project. To see him discover that he can bring the pictures that live in his mind to life.

Of course, I took tons of still pictures as well. And some day I'll get them up on flickr. Preserving memories takes work! ha...

And one last thing I have to say, just cause... I'm going to see Madeleine Peyroux in concert tonight at the Olympia!! With my two jazz friends... who make me laugh and bring beauty to my life. Two of my favourite things...

2007-04-12T20:17:00.000+01:00

Promised St. Paddy Day pics now on flickr!

New flickr pics...

2007-04-09T17:57:00.000+01:00

In February, the kids had a week off school and we spent a few days playing tourist. Much fun, that! Here's some pics of our tourist day in Dublin and more of us spending the day in Co. Meath at Trim Castle. Enjoy! (plus extras I've taken of our beautiful island, added to at random...)

2007-04-06T14:34:00.000+01:00

Last night I had a date. Watched the film Amazing Grace (amazing) and ate gorgeous pizza at Milano. It was a sweet night out. My date was a joy to be with. Quite the enthralling conversationalist. Plus he knows how to make me laugh. We had a rich time together...
I like him.

We took pictures of each other and our pizzas...

Here's to many more nights out with my boy!

2007-03-30T11:43:00.000+01:00

Three gorgeous girls. Two Irish, one American. Which equal three classmates and friends. One of the things I have grown to appreciate about Irish schools, is that in the primary (elementary) years, you stay with the same class through all eight years. There is a growing together in their classes that is unique to the way that I grew up through school. I have watched relationships develop, bullies become friends and so much more. It has been a joy to watch these kids journey together.

For Lauren we are in part of the journey that is 2nd class (3rd grade). And since Scoil Eoin Phoil is a Catholic School, this is the year they take their first penance and first communion. Ryan was the only one in his 2nd class who didn't take first communion and in Lauren's class there are two others. But something that has been important to us from the very beginning, is an entering in to all that goes on with their class. And so, we have been involved as fully as possible in these important events in the lives of their friends. The principal and teachers know our family and our desire to take part, so Ryan and Lauren have sung in the ensembles and have been given various other small supportive roles during the mass. Many conversations have been started and friendships furthered through our continued involvement, for which I am grateful.

The above picture was taken on Wednesday night at the local parish church where Lauren's friends gave their first penance. One thing I must say about my daughter (of course, I'm not biased in the least!), is that she has been given a joyful heart which overflows to those around her. It delights me to see her give of herself, to see her encourage her friends as they nervously wait their turn to see the priest, to see her give them a thumbs up and a huge smile when they return to their seats. It delights me to sit next to her and have a quiet running conversation throughout the whole event, during which I hear her communicate her understanding of Jesus' role in her forgiveness. It delights me hearing her sing next to me with such fervor. It mostly delights me to be with my daughter in her world. With the privilege of watching how she interacts with those around her, impacting just by her presence. It was a sweet night.

And for the record, she herself has stated that she wants to wear a dress for her friend's coming first communion. Amazing, but true. Hannah (the girl in the middle of above picture) said in astonishment, "And I've never seen Lauren in a dress!".

It's Saint Patrick's Day!

2007-03-17T17:44:00.000Z

My dear friend, Lori, is here with us from California. And being that it's a big day in Ireland, we had to take her into the city to experience the parade and all the colour and craic that go along with the Irish and their celebrations. Of course, there are also tourists here from all over the world, which only add to the colour. It was a grand day! Perfect in every way... the rain even held off, mostly. Took tons of pics, and will post them on flickr, but for now, just wanted to say, La Fheile Padraig Shona Duit!

Dickens, Charles & Fleming, Ian

2007-03-01T17:30:00.000Z

It was World Book Day today. And world book day at Scoil Eoin Phoil means a day of costume. A day looked forward to for weeks ahead of time. On this day, if one chooses, one can put together and wear a homemade costume of a favourite book character. Which not only means wearing something fun, it also means not wearing a uniform. And that's something to get excited about! I won't go into all the details and the discussions that ensued prior to the day, but this morning they went out looking grand and came home having had a great day. Lauren even won first prize, second year running, in her class. Last year she was a blond hair Oliver (twist) and this year she was a dark haired Dodger (of same Dickens fame). And Ryan? Well he was none other than Bond, James Bond.

More pics here...

And now in the kitchen, while I'm typing, James is playing the trumpet and Dodger is dancing to Louis's 'When The Saints Go Marching In'. They not only crack me up, but they create their own craic all by themselves. Which brings a smile to my face.

She's back?

2007-01-29T10:30:00.000Z

I used to be quite the cyclist. When I was in my early 20's, oh so long ago. There was nothing quite like being on my bike. The freedom of movement, the wind through my hair (that was before helmets) and just the joy of feeling like I was flying. I used to look at every road with the thought of how the bike would feel on it. But then came finals. I was at art/fashion school at the time and our finals were intense and very hands on. I remember pouring over my books and seeing my bike out of the corner of my eye (in the big room), wanting to get on it and ride away. But I knew I needed to focus and I knew that I wouldn't come back if I actually began to ride. Just for a few weeks, I told myself. Leave it for a few weeks. Well, for whatever reason, I never got back on my bike after that. It's not that I didn't go for a jaunt now and then, but it wasn't with the previous passion and dedication.

Somehow one gets out of the habit. Sometimes other things are of more importance or circumstances create obstacles that stand in the way. But then when things settle and there is room to breathe, the ease with which one rides or writes may be lost. Or the belief that one can write or have anything of value (or not) to say may disappear. And the excitement which with one began, may wane. Feeling that this writing is a way to connect with those we love over land and sea, I find it an important habit to build into my life. Plus, it's just good for me to write. So, I push through the resistance and put fingers to the keys. And see what comes out. Trusting that you know me enough to make sense of it all.

It isn't always as easy as just getting back on one's bike...

2006-12-15T14:46:00.000Z

Rudolph

Celebrate...

2006-11-26T09:21:00.000Z

Today is Rod's 15th annual 29th birthday!!!

We're all so thankful he was born...

She's coming!

2006-11-16T08:22:00.000Z

Oh... and did I mention my mom is coming for a much anticipated visit? She is! She will be landing (flying in from Dubai, but that's another story...) in a mere three hours and we are a happy family. And our two children have the fortune of being released from school an hour early today because of teacher meetings, so they won't have to wait quite as long for that 'one of a kind' grandma hug. I love having my mom here... can you tell?

2006-11-11T16:55:00.000Z

Crisp, cold, colourful Autumn. The leaves floating on the wind. So beautiful. It gets dark quite early now. I love being in our warm home while the light fades... listening to jazz, preparing dinner, dancing around the kitchen... okay, that's probably more than you needed to know! It's the small things that thrill me. And it's also the small things that remind me (which I desperately need) time and again that He loves me. He chooses so often to communicate that truth through intimate details to me. For that, I am thankful. He whispers to my heart through music, through beauty, through the movement of my body, through the smell and taste of good food and through the multi-coloured leaves softly falling from the towering trees. Through His creation...

He whispers His love to me through people as well. His creation. And depending on the person, sometimes it's more than a whisper! ha... I'm thinking through different interactions I've had with people this past week. People that I met for the first time, co-workers with whom we labour and play, friends who know the intimate workings of my heart, etc. All of them beautiful.

You prayed for our meetings with our GEM YM co-workers. Thank you. God met us there. In the intimate details. We were of like mind and heart. Precious, precious gifted people. Each one. I am so thankful for what God is doing in GEM YM, how He is stretching and growing and changing us. As painful as the process can at times be, He is reminding me of His love and purpose in the midst of it all. And He often reminds me of that truth through His people. In the midst of our interaction or in just catching a glimpse of their journey. He is at work!

But here is a thought. To be able to glimpse those intimate details, I must have the ability to see. More than myself. And to hear. More than just my convoluted thoughts. And to taste, touch and smell. There have been many times, and continue to be times, when I am so immersed in myself that I am unable to be touched by the falling of the leaves or the expression of grief from a friend. Because I am not looking, by either choice or inability. Father, give me eyes to see. For when I see, even a little, there is such beauty expressed by Him for me.

Such as this past week. In the midst of change and transition and progress and loss, I am finding beauty. It unfolds gently... Tender moments of His reminding me that all of this life is in His care. That I am in His care.

2006-11-03T10:36:00.000Z

A bit distracted this morning. So much to do, but having a hard time focusing on any one thing. Do you ever feel like that? Oh, and the kids have been off school all week, which adds to my inability to focus. ha!

I had a most fabulous time at the Guinness Jazz Festival in Cork this past weekend. So wonderful to relax with friends. We laughed alot, cried some, talked continually, shopped a bit, ate much gorgeous food, drank lovely coffees and of course, listened to exceptional music. There is something about sitting with live music that touches the depth of me. There were tears at times, simply because of the beauty. I came away refreshed.

And came home to my family and to their halloween preparations. So cute... Lauren had been working on banners and posters and Ryan had made tombstones out of cardboard for the front garden. We spent the Tuesday carving pumpkins, roasting seeds (yum!), cutting boards to mount the tombstones on, making fake blood (Ryan), spreading spiderwebs across the front of the house, etc. Quite the fun day. This is the first year the kids have gotten so into doing the decorating thing. Rod and I just helped where needed. It was all Ryan and Lauren's initiative. It was also the first year that Ryan went out by himself, so to join up with his own friends from school. We were thrilled for him. And reminded that they are growing up! I went out with Lauren and some of our neighbours as we wandered around our estate, doing the trick or treat thing. It was a great family day... (pictures on the flickr site)

Which brings us to today. Rod is at the airport right now, waiting to collect someone coming in from America, who is flying in to join us for a significant few days. The GEM Youth Ministry team, coming from Ireland and various other countries, is gathering together in our home on Monday and Tuesday of this week. We are coming together, so to work through the future direction of GEM YM. Would you pray with us during these next few days? As we seek what God would have for us as a team and as individual families and ministries? Thank you...

I have much to do to prepare the house for the meetings and for the guests staying with us. And my distracted state isn't helping! So I will end this here, and prepare to welcome our first guest (Rod's on his way home now), and then... take one little step at a time, trusting in God's provision, for all of these things.

A homecoming...

2006-10-26T21:15:00.000+01:00

The traditional 'waiting for the surprise that daddy brings home from his trips' pose. This pose is made when the daddy who just returned home digs through his suitcases to pull out the little treasures that he showers his children (and wife) with. Treasures like boxes of mac & cheese. Treasures like an Old Navy halloween t-shirt (Lauren). Treasures like an itunes card (Ryan). Treasures like the first season of Grey's Anatomy (me!). Simple fun gifts that make it easier to let daddy go away the next time. Ha! ...that was a joke, just in case you wondered.

This is just one of our 'traveling' traditions. Through the years we have, through trial and error, discovered different ways to make the parting and the coming home memorable. There is always a similar few days prior to the trip, getting ready and such, and then there are the days of 'reentry' on return.

One of my favourite 'traditions' is going out to breakfast with my husband. Since jet lag is always part of the reentry period, we go on the first day that he wakes up early enough for that morning meal. And that was this morning. So after we dropped the kids to school, he took me out to a lovely breakfast at Robins Nest in Lucan, a village over from ours. They make one of the top three best scones in all of Ireland, in my humble opinion. If you don't get there early enough (not early according to American standards), then they're all gone. Tea & scones... a perfect Irish morning. It was so good to sit across from my husband, and hear about his trip and all that God is doing in his heart.

And as I listened to him this morning, I was reminded of merciful grace. A friend spoke those words to me recently. Such beautiful words. And they are made even more beautiful by God, who embodies them. And who bestows that merciful grace on us so freely and abundantly. That is the God I am learning to know anew.

And so... now that Rod is back, I'm going on a little getaway! This weekend is actually quite a gift to me. I am leaving tomorrow noon with two girlfriends for our second annual trek down to Cork to attend the Guinness Jazz Festival. So excited! We've been planning and looking forward to this weekend for quite some time, and here it is. Special friends, incredible music, great energy and atmosphere, delicious food... and time to just 'be' together. Like I said before, a gift.

And Rod and the kids? Well, they'll be just grand. It's only a few days and besides, there are traditions to be looked forward to when I come home!

THE MAN'S COMING HOME TOMORROW!!

2006-10-24T00:09:00.000+01:00

Sorry for shouting, but I just wanted to say it outloud... we've missed him and it will be good to have him home. Oh, and the kids are quite excited, not only because he's almost home, but because I'm taking them out of school early to go collect him at the airport. Way to pick a flight, dad!

Perspective

2006-10-19T12:30:00.000+01:00

I was reminded of that yesterday when meeting with my friend. We hadn't seen each other for awhile, both having had significant things happen during our time apart. So we spent most of the morning sharing the depth of our hearts with each other. She then shared with me a passage of Scripture that she has been dwelling on lately. Mark 5:21-43. Jairus and his dying 12 year old daughter. The woman with chronic bleeding. I won't go into detail here about our conversation, partly because I'm still processing it. But as we talked I was reminded again of God's sovereignty. His bigger picture. My limited view. That He excels at bringing life. That death is no hindrance to Him. That nothing is impossible. And that each moment we wait, He has a purpose for us in that moment. And He interweaves our lives in ways we can't always see. And He says, "Dawn, do not be afraid any longer, only believe".

I was reminded of Him. Thank you, my friend.

2006-10-18T10:25:00.000+01:00

I'm tired. For some reason, I've been so tired recently. Maybe because Rod's gone and it's just me? It could be, but I'm not usually this tired when he's gone. Maybe because last week I was up very, very late for many nights in a row? Yes, that might have something to do with it. And there's lots of sick people around too. And I seem to be battling that as well. So maybe all of the above. Wanted to write a real fabulous blog (not sure about what, but I'd figure it out...), but I can't seem to find the energy. So instead I thought I'd just connect and say hello, all the same.

I'm leaving in a few minutes to meet a friend at Starbucks. Thinking that yes, that will perk me up. A friend, encouraging conversation and a double shot. Did you know that Starbucks just came to Ireland quite recently? They haven't even been here a year yet. Makes me a bit sad actually. There's some great little coffee places here that are unique, individual. And Starbucks is too... um, American. However, now that it's here, I won't complain. It used to be if we ever got homesick, we'd head for McDonalds. But honestly, McDonalds doesn't do it for me. If I didn't have kids, you'd probably never catch me there. But Starbucks, now I'm thinking that's a much better cure for homesickness.

Oh and I also want to say thanks for your comments. So fun to hear from all of you who've written! I don't know if it's proper blog etiquette to respond to the comments in the comment section. I wonder if whoever I respond to ever comes back to read the response! So... I've added an 'email me' spot on our profile page. Please feel free to say hello there as well. Of course you all know I'm a fabulous responder to emails. So on top of things, me!! ha... Okay, so maybe it's not my forte. But I'm always growing and who knows, you might even receive a response! We could take a poll and see how many emails Dawn can respond to. Or maybe not. Anyway, all of that to say, thanks for your words. It's so very fun to hear from you. Amazing isn't it, how many people God brings into our lives over the years, to love us and bring growth and change. I am so thankful for all of you...

So hey, how's that for a tired post? Not much depth, but can't always have that, now can we? So what I've learned today, is that all I need to do is just start typing and see what comes out! There's always something in me waiting to be said...

2006-10-13T13:45:00.000+01:00

If you know anything about our daughter, you know that her chosen apparel is any type of trousers and shirt. Shorts, long trousers, jeans, long sleeve shirt, short sleeved, etc. And always, always the ubiquitous cap. Now, the cap changes per outfit, but most often it's her NY Yankees cap (it was given to us... yes, I'd rather her wear a Dodgers cap) or her 'Oliver' cap. Which she so named because it looks like what Oliver Twist would wear.

Which leads to costumes. At any point that she possibly can, she's also in costume. Oliver Twist, Peter Pan, any type of animal, a Ninja, David the shepherd boy (her most recent... she even made her own harp), etc. Basically whatever strikes her fancy at that given time. She is very creative and resourceful. I have become aware that she sees a picture in her mind of what she wants her costume to look like and then she goes after it. With whatever she can find. She's always after me to find 'another' white shirt that she can draw on.

Now, if you've paid attention you will have noticed that not once did I mention a dress, a blouse, a skirt or a princess or ballerina get-up. Not her thing. She once upon a time would get all dolled up for a date with daddy. Dress and tights and handbag and maybe even a crown. But I haven't seen that happen for awhile.

You also need to know that I'm not complaining here. Our Lauren is an absolute delight. I am so thankful for the gift of my daughter, and all that she is, and so enjoy the process (on most days...) of watching her 'becoming', as she grows in the discovering of who God made her to be. A life long process, as I can attest to!!

So we come to yesterday. The kids had just arrived home from school and went upstairs to change out of their uniforms. (Lauren's school now allows the girls to wear trousers. But prior to that, I got three years of her in a pinafore!) I was heading downstairs when I heard Lauren from her room. "Mom, don't come in, I've got a surprise for you." So I waited downstairs. And a few minutes later, who should appear but this beautiful young girl. In a jean skirt, a pink top and pink socks with her long hair hanging loose on her shoulders. (did I mention that pink is not a favourite of hers and that she wears her hair most often in a ponytail?) Not a sight I see everyday! She had the biggest grin on her face... we found a hairband for her hair (I do buy them periodically thinking she might wear one?) and she said to me, "Do you think Ryan will like it?".

Ryan was waiting for us outside, as we were going to the shops. Lauren walked out the door and his jaw hung open. 'You look so nice' he said. Big grin from her again. He probably told her that three more times on our way to the shops. So cute... Of course, I told her she was beautiful as well. But I tell her that all the time, regardless what she is wearing.

So today I wondered, is there a change in the air? I was thinking about it this morning, as I stepped over a pile of clothes on our landing waiting to be laundered. All of a sudden, it hit me. She didn't have any trousers to wear! They were all in the pile at my feet...

So my guess is, there isn't a change in the air. Which is absolutely fine with me. I treasure my unique girl. I love giving her the freedom to choose what she wants to wear, whether it matches or not. But it was a sweet moment in time, and a joy to hear Ryan's encouragement of her as she ventured into new territory.

However, I'm thinking I might not do the laundry this weekend... who knows what she might show up in next!

Hello everyone!

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So funny, I have no idea who, if anyone other than my mom, is reading this... But I have to pretend someone's reading it, otherwise I might find something else to do with my time! Oh and since we're on the topic... did you know you can comment and say hello and such? You don't have to be a blogger type person, you just have to put your name down (or you can be anonymous) and then say something nice, or witty or intelligent or absolutely pointless, it matters not. It's just an encouragement to me, the blogger girl. So now that we've got that out of the way...

So, my dear husband has gone across the sea. We got him to the airport yesterday morning quite early and he, I'm guessing (no news is good news?), has landed safe and sound in Georgia. He is traveling for a few weeks to different states and meeting with different people, family, college GEMK's, etc. It exhausts him, but he loves it. At the end of his trip he and a friend are going to Colorado to a John Eldridge 'Wild at Heart' boot camp. This is something he is deeply looking forward to. Will you pray for him the weekend of the 19th-22nd October? For God's work in his heart... Thank you.

The kids and I make our time when daddy's gone 'fun'. We play. Of course we still do the dishes and homework, etc., but you get the point. Last night it began in earnest with a group of people over to watch football (americano). I haven't watched that sport for over 7 plus years, but we just recently got a special channel that has football periodically, so of course we'll open our home to our AFFF ('American football' fanatic friends). Lauren was so funny. She kept asking when the match would be over. And Ryan, who is that bit older and has a better grasp on both cultures, kept correcting her, as he does, saying, 'Lauren... it's a GAME!'. And from my perspective, those games went on and on and on, until the wee hours of the morning. But, being a people person, I love having everyone over. So it's a fair trade. 'Cept I'm a tired girl today. Which is probably why this post is so rambling...

Thursday morning past I had the priviledge of taking Kristy (another new arrival with her husband Brandon) to Powerscourt Estate in Enniskerry. It's one of my favourite places on the island (there are so many favourite places here...) and a delightful place to take a coffee and scone or have their gorgeous salads for lunch. It is such a transition to leave home, family, friends, things that are known and dearly loved in the States and come to a complete unknown. So many emotions hit at moments unexpected... And that is why I said it was my priviledge. That she would not only accompany me, but share the struggle, joy, laughter and tears of the journey she's on. I remember when I first arrived in Ireland, having coffee with a woman who had gone before me, and just crying. What a comfort it was to say out loud that I was struggling. God has created us to need each other...

Holly, who I mentioned in the last post, just phoned to say that she just drove all by herself for the first time! Which can be quite intimidating, what with the narrow roads, roundabouts, hedgerows and the steering wheel on the right side of the car. A big step taken. She also recently found an apartment nearby in Maynooth. A beautiful apartment that she is delighting in as a gift from God. I love to watch Him give gifts to His children.

Speaking of gifts, you are a gift to us. Your friendship, support and encouragement over the years means more than you can know. And your prayers... someday we will see the vastness of how God interweaves all these things together. How He uses us to touch one another and draw us closer to Him. Thanks for reading...

A full week...

2006-10-02T10:34:00.000+01:00

but a rich one. This past Saturday we attended the bi-annual Evangelical Alliance Ireland (EAI) conference in Dublin. It is a wonderful joining together of people from all over Ireland who, as we daily walk out our lives, desire to see God bring change to this nation. The beauty of that big vision is that it begins in relationship. Matt Kingsley, one of our co-workers, has written a brilliant blog about the conference, also including a few pictures. I thought I would refer you to his site to get a fuller glimpse into the day.

One of my favourite parts of the day is being with people I don't get to see on a regular basis. I am reminded of all the people I love on this island. All the people who have touched my life in the last 7 plus years we have made this our home. And how truly blessed I am. Oh, and the worship. The music. Always a highlight. There's the regular instruments with the added bonus of the harp, uilleann pipes, tin whistle, Bodhrán, etc. Truly Irish. During one set a Congolese church, that meets here in Ireland, shared their worship music with us. They rocked the house! And then there were the Cork lads... enough said.

We've greatly enjoyed having Holly live with us this past week as she begins a new season of her life in Ireland. She has been a co-worker for over four years, but previously resided in Linz, Austria. It's quite hilarious hearing her get her words all mixed up. She isn't only adjusting to the Irish verbage, she's trying to shed her excellent German as well. We've had a good few laughs. She and I spent the day in Dublin last week going to the American Embassy, looking for mobile phones, etc. And of course, had to pose with the phones in hand. Very helpful in choosing the proper phone! Ha...

Holly took the train into town this morning, to once again make a visit to the Embassy (a long story...). While she's in town, I'm at home minding a sweet, albeit sick, Lauren. Of course, she's feeling a bit better at the moment and finding staying at home slightly boring. And that's not a bad thing. Makes for 'faking' sick less often!

Yesterday while playing 'Pretty, Pretty Princess'. She won.

Today writing her book. Mommy painting her toenails next.

Tomorrow at school...

Holly's here!

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On this very island, sleeping in this very house. And we're thankful to have her. There is a GEM Ireland tradition of welcoming arriving teammates with a party immediately after they land. So here's a pic of us, (thanks Phil) yesterday morning hanging with Holly. The lone male in the picture, surrounded by a bevy of beauties, is Brandon Wellcome. He and his lovely wife Kristy, (on the right of the back couch) arrived this past summer, and as we were in the States we missed their party. But we got the privilege of helping them move into their new home just a week or so ago. It's so exciting to watch GEM Ireland grow with such GREAT people. Oh and the little baby in the picture is the newest GEMK in our midst. That's sweet Moia, Matt & Hailey's girl.

On the poof (yes, that's what they call it here) is left to right...
Stacey and Holly

Europe keeps the Cup!

2006-09-25T10:22:00.000+01:00

It was a great tournament. We enjoyed every minute! Well, mostly every minute, as there was divided loyalty in our house. And as the Europeans beat the Americans quite soundly, well... let's just say there were some painful noises heard periodically in the direction of the man and/or boy of the family. But since this blog is my baby, and I happen to be writing, I get to say yippee!! They did it!!! The phenomenal European team won an unprecedented third successive title and they did it on Irish soil. And it was brilliant to watch. So much fun...

The victors...

And no worries, the Ryder Cup is now over... so no more golf posts for awhile. 'Cept my boy and husband are enjoying golf together, so I might have to say a few things here and there. But remember, nobody is forcing you to read me... and I'll never know...

On the world's stage

2006-09-17T05:30:00.000+01:00

...is Ireland. As they play host this week to one of the top world class sporting events, The Ryder Cup. As quoted by Minister for Arts, Sport and Tourism, John O'Donoghue, "The Ryder Cup attracts worldwide attention and will be one of the greatest sporting events that we here in Ireland have ever hosted. The Ryder Cup goes beyond golf; it is a classic contest, the Old World (Europe) against the New (America). It appeals to people at every level, golfer and non-golfer alike, and is followed with the heart as well as the head." This year the event is being hosted by the prestigious K Club in Straffan, Co. Kildare, approx. 15 minutes from our home. And the whole of the country is filling with tourists from all over the world, who have come to experience and take part in this historic tournament.

Today after church, our family took a drive into Straffan to see how the years of preparation are coming together. It was quite a picture... The flags and banners lining the roads, the Irish Flag, the American Flag, the European Flag and the Ryder Cup Flag. The new roads that have been finished in preparation for the mass amounts of vehicles. And even in the midst of extremely tight security, the air of expectation is tangible. The guards were even wearing smiles (but that's Ireland...). Actually no taxis or private vehicles will be allowed near Straffan (which is a beautiful, but very tiny village), except for the hotel residents and other's with specific passes. The rest of the attendees will drive or taxi to bus points, where we, welcomed by Irish greeters and Irish music, will be put upon bus after bus and then taken to the K Club. Every hotel and castle is full all over the country. And the majority of those wealthy enough to secure lodging and tickets are being flown into the Club by helicopter.

While we aren't wealthy in monetary terms, we do have lodging and by miraculous means were giving tickets!! No small thing that... So Rod, myself and the Covell's will be attending on this Wednesday, one of the three practice days. We are quite excited to put it mildly. We'll not only get to see Tiger Woods and many other European golfers that we are familiar with (three Irish on the European team!), but will get to experience the electric atmosphere on the day. It's meant to be brilliant. Plus, on practice days you are able to bring cameras in. So I might even post a few pictures...

Epic...

Oh... and the All Ireland (Gaelic) Football Final is happening at this very minute. Actually it's half time and my heart is still pounding. Kerry was dominating, but just in the last few minutes Mayo scored two goals!! Quite amazing goals at that. They're back in the match... So today the whole of the Irish world is either at Croke Park (83,000 plus) or in a pub watching the match or glued to the telly. And so now I must go back and watch to see who takes the day! (post-script: well, Kerry took the day and now I've got four girls on our trampoline screaming, Kerry won, Kerry won...)

So to end... our country is on the world stage this week, and if you happen to watch a bit of The Cup, you'll be seeing a slice of our world.

When in Ireland...

2006-09-15T16:21:00.000+01:00

give in to peer pressure and blog.

So, all peer pressure aside, here we are. Joining the blogging world. I've actually been doing the blog thing for awhile as a personal way to connect with friends, both here in Ireland and in the States. And, lo and behold, discovered that I've quite enjoyed it. So, we thought, why not come up with something for the entire family? Why not...

Anyway, here we are (i am), giving it a go. Problem is, I have to come up with something to say. Which I know, most of you are thinking, isn't usually a problem for me. So I'll give it a whirl, and we'll see how it progresses. And if anyone decides to read what I write, it'll just be bonus!!

So, the big news today, is that Lauren received quite a prestigious award at school. She and Ryan attend Scoil Eoin Phoil where one of the courses they study is Irish (the language). At an assembly held today, two awards were given for excellence in Irish. Apparently these are just given a few times a year. The first award was given to a boy in 6th class (7th grade). And the second award was given to a girl in 2nd class (3rd grade). That being our very own Lauren! She was quite surprised and ecstatic to say the least... it's not everyday an American gets kudos for their Irish speaking skills. Good on ya, Lauren!

And just in case you wondered, this is Dawn writing. And so it has begun...

First day back to school, 1 Sept. 06