Author: Lindsey P. Brackett

When I'm not wrangling four kids and a middle school classroom, I sit on my back porch in the mountains and write southern fiction that's short and long. I believe in Jesus, library fines, supper at the table, the Edislow life, and strong coffee. Pretty much in that order.
marriage

Guest Posting Today!

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I’m pretty sure that most of you who follow me, also follow Julia over at Black Tag Diaries.  I link up there fairly often for Thankful Thursday and today I have the honor of guest posting about Wedded Bliss. 

Ironic since I abandoned my husband this week to spend some time on Hilton Head with my mom and sisters.  And my girls, so maybe he got the best end of the deal after all. 

When I wrote my post, I didn’t really take the opportunity to thank Julia and I should have, so that’s what this quick moment is for.  Julia is an incredibly talented and creative person who moved away to support her husband through seminary just as we moved in.  So we’ve developed our friendship via blogland and I’m so grateful.  She makes me laugh, savor the little moments, and wish I was creative.  Instead, I just enjoy her blog and am planning to coerce her into photographing my girls some time.  Right now she’s gone galivanting off to Alaska on a cruise and all of us left behind can’t wait for the posts from that adventure.  Love you, Julia, come back soon!

motherhood · summer

How Much I Love the Beach

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I love the beach so much I am willing to drive 5+ hours in a minivan by myself with three kids.  Obviously I learned nothing from last time.

I love it so much I’m going to stop in Augusta for reinforcements, aka Aunt Kelsey and all her paraphinalia.

I love the beach enough to agree that Mama and Audrey can ride back with me and bring the new dog.  I’m not really a fan of dogs in my car.  Max may have to ride on the roof.  Except now Linda and Glad are gasping and will never speak to me again.  just kidding….

I love the beach so much that I’m putting aside the guilty twinges of leaving Joshua here alone with a fridge full of leftovers and a que list on netflix.

I love the beach.

But I love blogging too, so don’t miss us too much while we’re gone, if anyone out there actually reads this semi-regularly.  I tried to post a counter so I could be all cool like Kim, but it didn’t work.  I think God knows I need to be writing for myself and Him first and not caught up in whether or not others care.  Working on that…

Speaking of, if you did need a Brackett randomness fix, I’m guest posting over at Julia’s on Friday.

and I might hack my mom’s computer some this week to give you a beach update. 

Aloha!
(we’re not in Hawaii of course, but I’m so excited to get my toes in some beach sand we might as well be)

favorite things · http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008/kind#post · reflections

these are a few of my favorite things

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I’m linking up with Rachel today and doing it early so that if today repeats yesterday’s toughness, I will hopefully be better armoured to deal with it.

friday favorite things | finding joy

Joy is a flame that glimmers only in the palm of the open and humble hand.

~1000 Gifts

This face.  It never fails to crack us up and when her daddy is telling her not to do something and she responds like this, I know we are goners. 
Friends with gardens so my children can indulge in their love of cucumbers and ranch dressing. 
The squealing of my big girls as they pull on rain boots to go with their swimsuits on the day our pool plans got rained out. 
Here’s an unknown fact about my husband.  He plays the cello.  And last night he dusted it off for the first time in 10 years so he can play in the orchestra piece the church choir is planning for Christmas.  He practiced by playing Disney showtunes for his princesses.
Candlelight.  It’s soothing and calming and somehow when I light the candles after the kitchen has been cleaned and the girls are settling in for bedtime I feel like I can breathe a little more and realize that it’s small stuff, all this strife.  And they bring me the candles from the Easter baskets and beg for them to be lit too so they can have a little flame of my light.
What are a few of your favorite things?




http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008/kind#post · thankful Thursday

Thankful Thursday

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Today trying to find gifts to be thankful for has felt more like work than grace.
The girls are challenging more than my patience. 
It hurts my heart to think I’ve let them believe that yelling and quick tempers are
the paths to resolution.
I’m praying to change that in myself. 
This path is hard when sometimes all I want to do is slam my own door and hideaway.
I took lots of pictures today.  A day when words seemed futile.


amelia · motherhood

Stop the Screaming!

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I know people have all sorts of names for the infamous pacifier, and God bless the inventor of this lovely scream stopping contraption. 

My big girls called theirs “nite-nite”.  Belle just always said whatever Madelynne did and Madelynne started calling it that when she realized she only got it at bedtime.  That was when we more zealous about the paci habit so it wouldn’t be as hard to break. 

Well, Amelia has broken us.  I try to keep it put up, but sometimes it’s all that will stop the ear-splitting shriek she’s been perfecting the past few weeks. A shriek of anger, delight, annoyance, joy…doesn’t matter as long as she’s making noise.  And in the true fashion of a third child asserting her right to possessiveness, what do you think she calls her paci? 

“MINE!”

applesauce on her chin…her new grin for when i pull out the camera…no idea where her mine is