Hello there, friend. I’m so glad you’re here. My name’s Bethany. I have 4 daughters, 2 sons, and one very understanding husband. Together we’re building a life + living our Catholic faith in the beautiful PNW, where I homeschool, home birth + home-bake humble pie year round. The longer I live, the more I learn how little I know. I write about it here.
Pull up a chair and relax. I’ll pour us some coffee, we’ll kick off our shoes + dish. Not gossip, because who has time for that? I’d rather put our heads together to whisper words that inspire. I want to build up our marriages and find better ways to disciple our children. I want us to grow in fellowship + faith.
I can’t promise it’ll always be pretty. I do my best not to sugarcoat (unless we’re talking pastry). Motherhood + marriage are hard enough without another picture-perfect Facebook feed to spin the yarn that we’re not all struggling. Believe me when I say I feel you, sister. For every Kodak moment, there’s a dog day. And you know what? That’s alright.
I love that we can talk about the hard stuff.
I know we won’t always agree, but please believe I am listening.
Have I mentioned how glad I am you’re here?
I love that the internet has given us a way to share our trials and triumphs. To cheer each other on as we cheer each other up. How it gives us a way to glimpse the stunning similarity in the splashes of spilt milk; the sweet, sticky fingers painting eternity on our hearts. Can I tell you a secret? This glorious, gut-wrenching, messy-beautiful life was not what I planned for myself. But you know the old saying: we make plans, and God laughs. The trick, I’m discovering, is to laugh along.
There are miracles in our mundane.
These stories we are living are breath-taking beautiful. Yes, even yours, even mine. Even on the bad days. Because we know it’s not about getting the most out of life, but giving the most out of love. I believe God’s got great big beautiful plans for you and for me, for our marriages, and for these precious souls we’re raising. Sure it’s not always easy, but the good stuff never is. And let’s be honest, it is good, isn’t it?
I should probably tell you now: I don’t have all the answers. I’m learning as I go. I show up here with my tales of toddler tears, of fractured faith, and what it’s like to be truly sleepless in Seattle. I roll up my sleeves, start slicing apples, and sprinkle sugar on the sour. It’s not a particularly glamorous story, but it’s beautiful and all mine.
How I met a boy who introduced me to Jesus–and I fell in love with them both. (I’m still hopelessly fallen.) How I married the boy + we moved to a city I’d never seen + together we’re raising six sweet souls. How He’s raising me up in the process: mistakes, miracles and everything in between.
So come back tomorrow. And the day after that. I’ll be right here, journaling the journey. I can’t predict what’s in store, but I promise there will always be plenty to learn, plenty of laughs + plenty of pie.
I look forward to knowing you better.