Sunday, August 14, 2016

Oregon Half-Marathon

We did it! My sister, brother-in-law and I all finished a half-marathon in Oregon. Our times exceeded our expectations; we called ourselves team survive. 

We started together. 

In the middle, I found myself reflecting on the past year and the future year. Those reflections were quiet and positive and that felt just right. 

At the end my little girl ran over the finish line with me. 

When my sister and brother finished both kids joined them. 

Then we healed and enjoyed the accomplishment.

These were my most favorite moments after the race:


Friday, June 10, 2016

Say Goodbye / Say Hello

**whoops - quite a number of posts didn't publish. Here they come, waaaay overdue! 

This post is already a month overdue. Change is hard, people.
Our last few weeks in Germany were full of goodbyes and see-ya-laters. There were so many and I didn't do a great job of getting pictures.
PJ on his last playdate with his bestest friend.
She also left Germany.
Me holding a dear friend's gorgeous baby.
Two weeks of sorting and throwing away, giving away so that we could focus in. For me, it was 13 years. For my husband, his entire life.  
The movers came. Our stuff went.
We handed our gorgeous home into new hands. There were tears. We spent a week with Oma & Opa. There was much laughter as well as some tears.
In the end, we ended up with two cards packed with people & stuff.


At the airport our family came with us. We all treasured those last gorgeous moments together before the big change really took place.

Then we boarded our first plane. We were nervous (the Mr and I) and excited (PJ and Bean).

We survived - with no sleep - all the way to Iceland. We made our next flight.

And settled in.

...with just an hour to go, the kids finally fell asleep.

And we landed. In Denver. Home. Some of us were more excited than others. Some of us were more exhausted than others. Direct correlation, there.

And invaded my brother and sister-in-laws home for two weeks. There was much love, mess, and sleep. There was a lot of laughter and a lot of tears.

Change is hard. Cultural change is hard. The kids have defiantely handled this better than the adults. But that's a story for another day.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Zoo Excitement

As one of our parting gifts, a wonderful friend and colleague surprised us with tickets to the Denver zoo. Today, three weeks into our adventure, we took full advantage of them. 

The kiddos were wildly excited. I'm confident their expectations were more than met! 

Some of the animals were so close. For example, this pretty intense bird at ground level. 

And this bear that was playing a game of unwanted tag with her male pen-mate (if you know what I mean...)

At some point PJ nominated himself the King of the Map. He took his responsibilty very seriously. Very. 

Don't worry, we stayed silly. 

Meanwhile, Bean owned it. Sometimes I feel like she is my spirit animal. 

Especially since we sleep everywhere. 

To wrap up a great day, PJ put on a one-man wilderness show with heavy engagement from his audience. 

What a wonderful day. Thank you friend! 


Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Last Spargellauf 2016

This year, my last Spargellauf, I graduated to the 10km road race. It was my second 10km and this time I got to share it with a slice of my Eritrean friends. This was also the first time both PJ & Bean got to run the kids' run.

Bean finished strong with a wonderful steed.

Sadly, PJ didn't get to finish. The adults were too busy taking videos with their phones & blocking the race path. It got tight & two older boys purposefully pushed little (and fast as hell) PJ over. It was ugly and I wasn't too nice about it.

Then the 10km started. Here I am at the beginning. So hopeful and proud, especially since I wasn't too enthusiastic about the race in the morning. For some hilarious running motivation from my gorgeous sister, check below. 

The first one from our team in was Tesfit. He smashed it. I was just reaching the 5km mark when this picture was taken.

Then came Sami and Yibrah. Running together.

We missed Monoko's run by. Then, Letay, my dear friend, was the fourth in.

And then came me. My moto through this race was "I can do hard things. This is a hard thing. I am doing this hard thing."

And we all did it.

I was proud. I was sore. I was sad. It was a great race.


running motivation from my sister:

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