I am the wife of the most wonderful man in the world. I am the mother of a beautiful little girl and a handsome little boy (joining us in the big-wide world in February). I am a work-at-home-mama trying to juggle everything at once. I am a member of a supportive and tight-knit local church body. I am a sinner save by grace, and striving to know my Creator with my heart as well as my head. I love to read interesting books, cook delicious things, and stay fit, but I don’t live a Pinterest-perfect life (and I try to give myself grace for those days when I just want to eat chocolate and watch Netflix).

The purpose of this blog is to share a little bit of our life with our friends and family far away. I hope you enjoy the updates, photos, and tales of a young family enjoying love and life together.

Why “Perishable Joys”?

Well, there’s a bit of story behind that…

In college, my professor assigned Homer’s The Iliad to our class. Daring exploits of the Greek heroes like Achilles, Odysseus, and Aeneas. But my favorite character wasn’t one of these renowned heroes who sought glory in war, but rather the courageous Hector who sought the protection of his family and his city before his own glory and fame. Rachel Bespaloff, a Ukrainian philosopher, wrote in a commentary that Hector “is the guardian of the perishable joys.” That phrase “perishable joys” has intrigued me ever since.

The idea of “perishable joys” ties into the Christian life. We live in this physical world, but belong to the spiritual Kingdom of God. But the physical world will not last. Ecclesiastes is all about the futility of the everything in this life. David writes “As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field; for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more.” (Psalm 103:15-16) Nothing in this life lasts. It is perishable. But we still have joys in this life, the grace of God to give us little glimpses of the way the world should have been and will be someday. The good things in life are for our pleasure, but they are still our perishable joys.

But “perishable joys” has a more personal meaning for me. I’m a “Type-A” woman who likes to stay busy, loves to work hard, and has difficulty living in the “here and now.” But my quest for the next thing often means that I miss out on the little joys in life. Like my daughter’s fascination with stopping and examining every.single.pebble., when I’m trying to take a walk with her. Or the fall leaves lying on the sidewalk, because I’m late for an appointment. Or the beautiful sunset, because my nose is glued to the computer as I try to get one more hour of work in before dinner.

I have a long way to go, but I’m trying to slow down for those fleeting, here-only-for-a-moment joys. May this blog be a record of the beautiful, perishable joys.