Dear Old Dad

It's the little things, like waking up on Father's Day to make Dad waffles and coffee that make being home so wonderful. Boy did I miss those hugs and whisker tickling kisses over the previous 4 years. 
Sonya and I are blessed to have such a special man as our father. A little gem. A diamond in the rugged Vermont rough. A man who is the rock of our family - the glue that holds us all together. A man whose strong, intelligent, caring, determined, hard working, honest and supportive. A man who has always gone above and beyond to keep his family safe, happy and well taken care of. A man we are lucky to know. A man we love to the moon and back.
Thank you, Dad for everything you do. Without you we'd all be lost.

Love you all the world,
Your girls


Catch Up

Sometimes you just get caught up in the craziness that is life. So caught up that you barely have time to breathe let alone reflect and contemplate before something else smacks you square in the face. New and exciting adventures, challenges, changes - all demanding every ounce of your attention and free time. Lately my mind has been clouded, muffled and overstimulated. And although I've tried, time management has been truly awful, and as a result blogging took a temporarily back seat. And for the first time in donkeys years I no longer felt guilty that I didn't have time to compose blog posts (let alone read others). Instead I embraced the whirlwind and smiled at how there will be many times during my lifetime where I won't have the time to blog. Won't have time to leisurely write and express and explore my feelings. To share my every move with the world. And that's okay.

All is well in Vermont. We're busy, but good.

One of the things I've really loved about being home is the sense of community. The adorable small town celebrations that take place throughout the year. Excitement bustling. Parades filled with friends and family riding in county firetrucks, kids from school throwing candy. The same cinnamon sugar maple bread dough I've loved from state fairs and 4th of July celebrations since I was a child. Memorial Day encompassed all of these things. And for the first time since 2008 I was able to be a part of it. Being home sure is nice. 

A few pictures from memorial day:

After being home for 6 months, I'm FINALLY in the process of sorting my Vermont Teaching Licensure (seriously, could I have been more of a slacker?!) I've spent the past couple of weeks emailing back and forth with my old University Professor, printing and properly reading through my BA and Postgrad transcripts (for the first time since graduating - seriously how bad is that?) and flipped through my teaching portfolio full of all of my beautiful little students work. The Department of Ed needed a breakdown of my UK college degrees so recently I spent an entire night reading through my handbooks, looking at my old colleges website, flipping through Uni pictures on Facebook. All of the reminiscing over my years in college made me so nostalgic and homesick for my English life, friends and family. I'm so unbelievably appreciative of all of the wonderful memories I have from my time in Liverpool attending pain-in-the-ass John Moores Univeristy. The people, the city, the scariness of being uprooted from my small-town comfortable Vermont home- it's all helped to shape me into the person I am today. In England I experienced more than I ever could have imagined. I grew to love so many wonderful people and fell head over heels in love with the UK and it's culture. Isn't it funny how the most scary of experiences - you know, the ones where the entire time you're doing them you're shitting your pants thinking: What the hell have I got myself into? Did I make the right decision? - always turn out to be the most poignant. The most special. The most life changing. Moving across the world was one of the scariest most awkward and invigorating experiences of my life. I wouldn't trade it for all of the tea in China.

Monday night Twinnie and I registered for The Monster Dash Half Marathon in Chicago and I totally cried happy tears. If you've read my blog all along, you'll know that Jen was the one that motivated me to get off my ass and start running. To pursue my running dreams. She's been such an inspiration and become one of my best friends and I wouldn't want to run my first half marathon with anyone else. Since Jen ran the Monster Dash last year we'd daydreamed and promised to run it together in the future and I can hardly believe that we'll actually get to fulfill that dream on October 20th. The registration has made it so real and I'm practically peeing my pants with excitement. Look out folks, Team Anderson/Davis are going to kick some serious ass! (And on a side note: Although I've been the slacker of all time, I still plan to blog about my relay in The KeyBank Verymont City Marathon. That was such a fun experience and I loved every single minute of those 6.66 miles. Be sure to stay tune for that awesome tardiness).
Yesterday evening I went with Sonya to get her first white tattoo. It turned out so cute, and she absolutely loves it (which is really all that matters). It makes me smile that we've both got white ones - I love that in some silly way we 'match' just like our birthday outfits used to when we were little.


In other news, the hubby and I have begun the exciting, stressful, emotional, encouraging process that is house hunting. So far we've viewed about 5 houses, and we're scheduled to view more on Friday. While I'm loving the experience, I have to admit it's entirely overwhelming. Don't get me wrong, it's fun to picture our family in our future home, to think about paint colors and butchers block counter tops and bathroom tile. It's so fun to pick and prod my fathers carpenter brain at every viewing. But it's also scary. Buying a house is scary. It's the single handed biggest purchase you'll ever make in a life time and that weight follows you in and out of the front door of each house you view. Like a parrot perched on a pirate's shoulders, loudly squawking"Don't screw this up, dummy! Don't screw this up!" 

Regardless of frightening price tag, buying a house is something both Carl and I have looked forward to for a very long time. And it's so rewarding and wonderful to see that our new life back in the states is starting to come together. Our dreams are taking shape and we're about to lucidly flow from Chapter 1 to 2, hopefully with ease and grace. With every turquoise bathtub dud we walk through I keep reminding myself that our home, the house meant for us, will come. And when it does, we'll know. But until then, any positive house hunting thoughts you may have, feel free to send them our way.