Welcome to my neck of the internet woods.
Some of my favorite characters from literature have lost and found themselves in the middle of the woods—Winnie Foster from Tuck Everlasting, Alice in the wild world of Wonderland, Christopher Robin in the Hundred Acre Wood.
Forests are places of life and death, adventure and rest, wonder and quiet at once.
To be dwarfed by living things hundreds of years old, to smell the fragrances of wildflowers and fresh dirt, to feel the close heaviness of the dark broken by slivers of light—this is what it means to journey through the trees.
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Meet the Johnson Ensemble
My husband, Scott, and I got married when we were too young, too stupid, and too in love to care about whether this marriage thing was going to be hard. The good, the bad, and the ugly—we've seen it all, and thankfully, he doesn't mind when I write about it. I learn every day that marriage is only as hard as we make it. If given the chance, I'd hitch my wagon to his every single time.
Becoming a mother through birth and adoption has been the best decision of my life. Will is an old soul, my rain cloud. Ben is running joy, my sunshine. Bea is beauty in action, my warm breeze. Case is energy unleashed, my morning dew. When I say I’m trying my best, it’s because I want to be someone that these four kids are proud to call mom.
And finally, here’s Eleanor Rigby, our newest addition. She is an avid napper, a sock wrangler, and a hide and seek champion. She has stolen our hearts and a good number of tissues out of the trash can.