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A Trip Through the Woods

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I take Sundays off each week.  This Sunday I decided to spend my morning leisurely meandering through the Camp Wakonda grounds – during a family photography session the day before I happened upon a camp map that designated hiking trails.  For my pups, a trip through the woods is like Christmas morning.

Bright and early, I packed the three of us into the car and off we went!  I found one of the points on the map that marked the beginning of a trail but a mere 10 yards into the expedition I must have petered off the designated path because I was knee deep in thorny territory.  I persevered and found moments of respite within trail blazed by wild animals.

At two points in our journey we were forced to cross the creek.  Sam, my brave little soul, traveled confidently across a fallen tree upon my prompting.  Haley took some persuading.  She hates water, particularly moving water.  The moment I got my intention across to her she cautiously made her way to the other side, but then she froze and tried to turn back as she could not come up with a way to get off the log and onto land again.  Sam is just small enough to have been able to weasel around a block in our path to dismount, but I knew Haley wasn’t going to be able to do it.  So, what did I do?  I decided I would have to throw across the three foot gap to solid ground.  I crouched down low and picked Haley up, praying I wouldn’t fall off or have my freaked out pooch pitch both of us off in a panic – Haley’s second least favorite thing is being picked up, she tenses up into a frozen statue with wide eyes and all her limbs and neck extended to the max.  Somehow, the toss was a success and Haley freaked out with excitement on her new found safe territory.

So, you can guess, on the way back we had to find another fallen tree to cross.  This tree was higher off the ground and skinnier.  I lifted Sam up first trusting him to be brave.  But he waited until I positioned both Haley and myself on the log before he trusted that we were coming with him.  Again, Haley was a mess.  I don’t even remember what I said or did that convinced her to go for it, but I do remember that before she decided there was no getting out of it she tried to jump back onto the ground we came from several times.  At least on the other side of this log I didn’t have to toss her to shore again.

By the time I got back to the car I was flush with joy at having watched my bunny-like Sam hop all around the woods with my deer-like Haley prancing beside him.  The only down side, I had a poo covered Sam and pulled patches of thread on my jeans and scarf from the ever present thorns.

Later, when Josh got home from a gig, I told him my story.  Turns out there are faithful paths leading through the woods, I just lost track of them.  He’s promised to take me there and show me the way 🙂

Trick or Treating with Lauren Grace

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I love holidays.  All holidays.  What I particularly love about them is the reason to deviate from the norm, to celebrate.  I love any excuse to celebrate!

Naturally, that means I enjoy Halloween.  I don’t enjoy the spooks and the excuse to live a horror movie but I do love dressing up.  The candy is ok too 😉

This Halloween my husband was out-of-town on a co-writing extravaganza in Nashville so I was left to my own resources.  But fortunately I got a call from my sister-in-law asking if I wanted to join her and the kiddos for some trick or treat fun in her neighborhood.  I was elated!

When I arrived at her house on Halloween I was greeted by the cutest little parrot niece I have ever seen!  She was wearing a zip up hoodie of pastel “feathers” with the hood as a beak and a tail trailing in the back and wore pink leggings.

Shortly after Sarah graciously filled my belly with sweet potato chili Lauren and I embarked on our adventure – Sarah decided to stay back with the little one to hand out candy.  It was lightly raining and chilly but I don’t think Lauren even noticed.

The first house we went to I walked up to the door with her and rang the doorbell.  Just before the owner answered the door I said, “say ‘trick or treat’ when they come.”  When the door opened Lauren proceeded to say, “trick or treat please.”  The man gave her a piece of candy and I hear her tinkling voice say, “thank you.” He looks to me and I say”Happy Halloween” and we turn to leave.  I was grinning ear to ear at my adorably polite niece.

With each passing house I started lingering farther and farther away from the front doors until I was waiting on the various sidewalks for Lauren.  Turns out, my two-year-old niece relished the independence and was more than happy to hit the doorbell herself – on the rare occasion the doorbell was well out of her reach I would, of course, assist.  At every home I hear her melodious voice say “trick or treat please” and “thank you” then she would abruptly turn around and barrel down the stairs and across the lawn to me, stumbling all the way, exclaiming “Kaia I got more candy!”

I always responded with a golden grin and a chuckle, “great job Lauren!”

Every now and then we would cross the street.  Each time I would say, “Lauren can you hold my hand?”

“Sure I can!”

Before long her purple pumpkin bucket was brimming with candy.  Every so often I would ask Lauren how she was doing.

“I’m good!”

Then I would ask if her candy was getting too heavy for her.

With a head bob/nod she would reply in her sing-song voice, “I am strong.”

I chuckled every time and replied with some sentiment like “yes you are!” – I’m all about independence so I was proud of my little trooper.

And hour and a half later our trick or treat fun came to and end and we headed back to the house and laid out her spoils for examination.  Quite a haul for a little tike!  I did notice most houses gave her more than on piece because she was so little and cute 😉

I simply adore hanging out with Lauren.  She’s such a joyful little bugger and really fun to talk to.  Happy Halloween everyone!

For more of my storytelling CLICK HERE.

 

Paying Bills

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Joshua thinks I get rapidly irrationally angry at technology.  He is right.  It’s one of those weaknesses I can work on, but everyone has their hot buttons right?

Yesterday morning I had to address an overdue bill on Josh’s health insurance.  Instead of paying online I give them a call because we had a late fee applied to our account – moving and changing banks makes paying bills a bigger hurdle than usual.  I thought I had taken care of switching over all of our billing information for every expense but I either missed this one or it just didn’t take the first time… I predict the latter.  So I go through a dreadfully long automated system and end up in the wrong department.  He transfers me to the correct department… or so he thought.  No, I end up at some greeting card company.  I hang up and try again.  By now I’m so furious that when the automated system is asking for Josh’s member number I am yelling the numbers at it – after all, I figure this is my best opportunity to unleash my ungodly anger, rather than upon the person that will eventually answer the phone.  I am yelling so loud my dog, Haley, is cowering at my feet – she’s a very sensitive soul.  Thank God for Haley though because I summoned enough self restraint after seeing her sad, shrinking figure to think rationally again.  After seven some times of alternating between speaking and screaming the member number at the automated system I just start pressing 000000000 hoping to override the system and get a person.  No, she says, “I heard zero zero zero zero zero zero zero zero zero zero, is that correct?”  This was infuriating but the fact that I can finally just enter the number in on my keypad is relieving .

A kind female voice answers the other line and I diffuse my anger enough to only be mildly audibly frustrated about my predicament.  We experience a few bouts of questions and some checking here and there.  Finally she is able to pull the overdue fee off of Josh’s account and she even made me laugh once.

Anyway, there you go, now you know I morph into an insane rage-aholic in frustrating technological encounters.  Now it’s your turn, what is one of your hottest hot buttons?

Meeting Josh

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I’ve been enjoying telling the fond moments in mine and Josh’s history together.  And it seems to me it keeps coming up naturally, I am prompted by a question from a friend or a story I read in a book.  A few days ago Gigi asked how and when Josh and I met.  This is the story I told her.

It was creeping into late evening when I decided to momentarily ditch my friend Kyle to explore his dorm a bit.  At Judson University, girls were only allowed into the guys dorms at very specific times.  Though it was open dorm I didn’t particularly want to be discovered creeping the halls in my exploratory manner – didn’t want to be taken for a creeper you know?  It was only weeks into my freshman year, so I still had an abundance of uncharted and unexplored ground to discover, and I’ve always been a curious soul so I set about wandering the dorm anyway.

When I reached the first floor I saw some guys milling at the end of the hallway.  The only one I noticed was a guy clad in bandmate apparel – black pants, black button up dress shirt and white suspenders.  He was so cheery and full of energy.  I thought he was cool.  Come to think of it, he left an impression on me like no one else ever had.  All of these observations and thoughts filled my head in a matter of a split second before I spun on my heels and started scurrying back down the hall, assuming I’d reach the bend in the hall before anyone would notice I was there.

Then I heard him call out to me, “Hey what’s your name again?”

I turned around to face him again, not moving back down the hall even an inch and replied, “Kaia.”

“I’m Josh, I like the way you dress.”

“Thanks.”

And that was it.  I turned back around and escaped back into Kyle’s room.  I didn’t think much of it besides how embarrassed I was, but little did I know that this man would keep impressing upon me for the rest of our lives.  Our next encounter was also particularly memorable… read about that HERE.

When He Proposed

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I made a brilliant discovery to nudge myself into a state of contented enjoyment while spending excruciatingly long and tedious amounts of time editing wedding photography.  Audiobooks!  I love audiobooks.  And it turns out, that my photo editing side of the brain is separate from my listening and comprehending side of the brain so I can now multitask.  I work while I enjoy leisure.  Cool huh?

Anyway, I was listening to a sweet proposal story in my latest book yesterday morning when it occurred to me I discovered a gem for my blog.  And now it occurs to me that today is the perfect day to tell this story because it is our 4 year wedding anniversary!  So here, you go, my proposal story.

When He Proposed

Josh had a plan.  But, as many of us know, it is the most important of plans that typically seem to fight back.  In this case, Josh became violently ill so instead of coming up to my parent’s place in Minnesota, where I stayed during the summers, to surprise me with a full day of fun with him he was a puke puddle.  Not just any puke puddle, he was a headache ridden emergency room patient in his mother’s care for the night.  The new hurdle was covering his tracks because he and my parents had arranged the day off of work for me.  So, I awoke to my mom rapping on my door just minutes before my alarm would go off to send me to work.  She declared they got me out of work so the family could all spend the day out on the lake.  I thought this was strange but couldn’t make anything of it.

The next day I sat cozy in my PJs on the deck working on some homework, I was enrolled in three online summer courses. My mom popped her head out with a request to hit up the mailbox.  I said ok then turned back to my work.  She hovered a moment longer so I turned to her again and she said I needed to go now because the mail man comes around 1pm.  I obliged and hopped on my brother’s goofy, recliner bike to head down to the mail box.  What, our driveway is long.

Half way down I spotted Josh.  He had somewhat mastered surprise visits already so I was expecting his appearance to be simply that.  I was ecstatic.

I ditched the bike and ran at him in preparation for a giant hug only to be interrupted by him thrusting a CD out to me.  Still unfazed I took the item and turned it in my hands.  It was The Least of These’s new album.  Meanwhile, he was commenting that I was in the acknowledgements.  I was satisfied with my gift and preferred a hug over searching the acknowledgments at that minute but Josh prompted me to take action on reading them pronto.  I obeyed and when I was halfway through he got down on one knee.  “Oh, boy what am I missing!” I thought.  I skimmed and saw it, “Kaia, my dear, I love you.  Will you marry me?”  I looked down at him and he held a ring.  I said yes and hugged him. He told me the ring was 111 years old and had belonged to his great great grandmother.  It was a thin band covered in fine etching and it fit my ring finger just right.

Then suddenly he broke free of my embrace and walked back to his car mumbling nonsense I couldn’t hear.  He pulled out a garment bag and I heard something about how my mom purchased the dress we spontaneously looked at that summer in Elgin and had fallen in love with.  He assured me he did not see the dress, that the shop had it all hidden in the bag when he went to retrieve it.  Then he told me we were scheduled to wed on October 17, nine weeks from then, in my parents backyard and that he blocked out a week to be with me in Minnesota and to help as needed with the planning.

And that was just a new beginning!  But for the sake of story telling…

THE END