preeettty much impossible to get any work done with this little nugget 🐶💘 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bq71cx8l9aG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=198vvdq9cjte4

meet the newest member of the Way fam - Charlie! 🐶💘 (PS: our kids were SO surprised - Fernie keeps waving at him and giving him kisses and Forest keeps saying ‘i can’t believe we have a dog!’ 😭) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqxgXoWjrj6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1bykx6xu41spy

I can always tell when I’m not doing well emotionally or mentally because i stop washing my face, and i don’t give myself any meaningful quiet time to journal + pray, and my bathroom counter starts getting very cluttered, and i do meaningless things on my phone for long periods of time. Zach and I call it ‘falling into the pit’ bc it’s really hard to climb out of it once you’re in - its a combination of sadness and discouragement mixed with laziness and numbness? and it takes way more effort to get out than just being comfortable in it, and it’s just hard. it’s like i have enough energy for the bare minimum, but i don’t do any of the things i know i NEED to do, bc i am so tired and just want to go to sleep at the end of the day. And coincidentally, by not doing the things I’m not doing, I’m stressing myself out more. I think everyone has their own version of ‘signs that I’m getting stuck in the pit’, and i think it’s really important to know these little signs so you can do the hard things and start to help yourself out of it. so wash your face! give yourself some good alone time! eat good food, clear off your counter, have the hard conversation! take care of yourself!!! cause you’re the only you we’ve got. 💘#wecandohardthings (talking to you and also myself here 💪🏼) (PS the shadow of me selfie-ing lololol 👌🏼💯) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnjyRRNgZcC/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=rw6esyirj0hr

better together ⋒ https://www.instagram.com/p/Bo7lx_sgOef/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=92njg8keapp0

I am noticing more little pockets of joy, in so many different places - little notes from my hubs, which really signify us going thru this difficult strange sort of grief together, and allowing it to push us inward to each other, rather than have us each try to sort thru it on our own. had this happened a year ago, we very well may have each tried to sort thru it on our own, each dealing with our own version of the pain and confusion and helplessness. so however weird it is, i am thankful for this timing, and that we have had to lay down our pride a bit more, and that we can help carry eachother’s loads throughout the messiness. ⋒ #ogwayfam https://www.instagram.com/p/Bn4hI10DYyH/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1c7fjzpnegybe

I miscarried our third baby last week, at eight weeks pregnant. it was a whirlwind, and it’s hit me a lot harder than i ever expected it would. we only knew about the little life for a month, just long enough to get excited and lean into the craziness and start to plan for three - another car seat, another tiny baby to snuggle, two under two, a family of five. it’s all made me feel empty and isolated and so sad. I’ve cried so hard and so much that I’ve given myself a headache. I’ve never wanted the comfort and solitude of my bed more than I have these last few days. normal life and conversations have felt so difficult and strange, almost forced. . so far I’ve learned that there is always something to be grateful for, and that my hope doesn’t come from humans. and that’s the only good part for now. I am anticipating more lessons to be learned in this strange process of grief, but for now, it is painful and i hate it. i share because one in four women have experienced a miscarriage, and it’s honestly so hard to talk about and it feels like people can’t understand - but we don’t have to isolate ourselves. if you’ve experienced this, please know you’re not alone. we don’t have to suffer through it alone. we can make it more normal to talk about it. #ihadamiscarriage https://www.instagram.com/p/BnzlDpqgyfO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=e9trcxa1pafk

family-time-sunset-hike. the good stuff. #babiesandbloooms #fernlucyhikes

we made these shelves together - got the supplies, cut, sanded, and stained the wood, found the studs and measured out the spacing for the brackets - he taught me how to use tools and machines I’ve never used. i had a dream for a plant shelf wall and he helped me make it happen. (Also it’s his bday today!!! the best human in the world is 28 today!! we are acting like college kids and hanging out at our fav coffee shop all day 💕)(side note: it is amazing the things we can accomplish when our kids are at their grandparents - I’m wondering what i did all day b4 we had kids 😂👏🏼) #ogwayfam #teamworkmakesthedreamwork

he is the strong steady realistic wind beneath my wild spontaneous dreamer wings. i love him, he makes me better, he helps me get it done, he always reminds me i am capable of everything.

there are difficult parts about being married to him, because of how different we are, but there are way more wonderful honest good things. growth and vulnerability and laughing and helping.

(via reneverse)

Me: *is feeling bad* Also me: *can’t think of a way to make it funny* Brain: can’t talk about it then

This is a nice photo but fern is on day three of refusing sleep, and I was feeling real frustrated right before this photo and then i was feeling guilty for feeling frustrated with that sweet face. I am trying to pack for our trip this week, but instead I took us to the chiropractor and gymnastics, cleaned slime off the carpet, washed dirt from my plants out of ferns mouth twice, and wiped eight poopy butts, seven of those butts belonging to the same three-year old who THINKS he’s done pooping and yells for me to come wipe him. I wanted to be a cool and fun mom so i let Forest stay up from nap and have ‘quiet time’ instead - but I am really regretting that decision because he just yelled at me and said “I DONT CARE WHAT YOURE SAYING” when i asked him to please stop running away and listen to what i am saying #NOPE🙅🏼‍♀️ this is all pretty normal, nothing too out of the ordinary for us - but i know it’s easy to see pretty photos or cute smiley babies and think peoples’ lives must be perfect. we’re all messy. it doesn’t matter how clean + pretty the feed is - we’re all messy humans, learning and trying.

Heard some important information on Twitter today, and thought I’d post it here for anyone who may not have heard it. This is actually a thing, devised by human rights organisation called Karma Nirvana.

Reblog to save a life?

my heart belongs to these humans and these hills. (photos by @arikajean)

secretly so happy to have kept these plants alive long enough, to collect enough of em to warrant a bathtub watering ✨🌿 ps thank u @zacheway for being a #plantguy so i could be a #plantlady ❤️ #plantfam #extra #owell