Passage of Time

It’s been a really long time since we have wrote here but I was thinking of this the other day and wanted to start it back up.

So much happiness has happened since our last entry, which I think I’ll let the other sisters do their writing about their own moments, and I’ll later write about my joys.

Today, I want to talk about the grief that was the cause of us to forget about this blog for a while in the first place.

Our daddy died.

Those three words have had the biggest effect on our lives. A ripple effect really, causing waves and waves of changes- both in who we are and how we live our lives.

It was a cold Saturday in December. ” A day that will live in infamy” both for people remembering Pearl Harbor, and for me,my family and father’s friends. As most days that turn out to completely change you seem to go, it felt very normal. I remember being really excited because Christy and Rick were coming in for the weekend. I had been busy decorating my first apartment for Christmas. because I saw the visit as a great opportunity  to throw a little get together at my place, and do some wine and chocolate tastings that I had learned about at a tour, the week before.

Mom called me that morning and told me that Dad was making breakfast for everyone and that I should come over. Usually I would never turn that down, but I was busy prepping for everyone to come over. I started hanging garland and making buffalo chicken dip, in anticipation for the day. While I was baking for the party, Mom, Christy, Rick, and Daddy went to get the Christmas Tree. That night we would decorate, as was family tradition.

Everyone came over and I was in my joy, hosting. I remember when Daddy came in the door. I had seen him on Thursday but he hugged me like he hadn’t seen me in days, like he really missed me. As he hugged me, he kissed my cheek. Maybe God let the moment stick in my mind because it was my last hug. Even so, the hug would have remained in my memory, even if it had not been the last because I remember thinking in that moment, how much my Dad loved me, and how much I loved him. It was just one of those moments in time that completely freezes in your mind and stays there. A moment that when you remember it, you not only remember it but you FEEL it. I still feel it to this day.

After the party, the guys went back to chop wood at the house. The girls went to some boutiques and a party the health food store was having. We got back to the house around 4:45.

I remember pulling in the driveway and it was dark, my car lights were on. I remember my lights shining in the back of the truck, and seeing the Christmas Tree still there. I remember thinking it was weird that Dad wouldn’t have insisted that they bring in the tree before dark. I remember walking in and the guys being in the kitchen but Daddy wasn’t in there like he would have been preparing snacks for our tree decorating, if things were normal. I remember Mom asking where he was and Rick saying he was laying down. I remember walking back the hallway with Mom, because we both felt something wasn’t right. I remember seeing my dad and knowing instantly that he was gone….forever.

Very little from the upcoming months really sticks out to me. I think God guarded my heart with a shield to heal. It was more like coasting through life, rather than living. I say that, although, I felt peace about it the entire time. Everything about the situation, God handled in kindness. He took him instantly, the coroner said. I know God had us come home shortly after, because there was nothing we could have done. If I had been there, I would have blamed myself, thinking there was something I could have done in those moments. God made it very obvious that it was my Dad’s time, my kind, gentle, funny, and loving father.

Death is not easy to deal with but it does get easier with time. You develop into a different person. You think completely differently. Things that were important to you before, you now realize are trivial.

Always treat the ones you love like it’s their last day, and last moment. Usually, when that moment actually does come, you’re not expecting it.




Aunt Hilda’s Peanut Butter Pie


6 oz of cream cheese

3/4 cup powdered sugar

1/2 cup peanut butter

9 oz Cool Whip

1 Graham Cracker Crust or Oreo Crust

**3-4 chocolates (This part is a Kate addition)


Mix together cream cheese, powdered sugar, and peanut butter. Fold in cool whip.

*While the first ingredients are mixing, melt a few chocolates. Use the back of a metal spoon to lightly coat the bottom and sides of the crust. This helps to keep the crust crisp so that in a day or so the pie filling won’t have made it soggy! It also adds an extra crunch!

Add in the pie filling and garnish with chocolate shreds, little peanuts, chocolate sprinkles, cocoa powder… or leave plain!

Chill and then eat!


Yes, I think I will enjoy Super Bowl Sunday :)


❤ Kate

Surprise Vacation

Being the end of December and I was already feeling bad for myself for being back at work and Christmas being over already, I held in my mind that I at least had New Years left!
I was sitting in my cube doing my usual duties when my mom called and asked me if I could get off of work for a week to go to the Bahamas in two weeks! I, of course, found a way! I am so excited! I have never been there before 🙂

Keep watching for details of this spontaneous vacation!
❤ Kate

Pumpkin Soup

Last time that Laura visited, I decided to make the good doctor some vitamin-A-filled pumpkin soup! Below is how I made the comforting dish 🙂

Ingredients :

1/4 cup of butter

1/2 cup of onion, chopped

2 tsp brown sugar

14.5 ounce can of chicken broth

1/2 cup water

1/2 tsp. salt

1/4 tsp. pepper

15 ounce can of pure pumpkin

12 ounce can of evaporated milk

1/8 tsp. cinnamon

1/2 gala apple, chopped in small squares, skinned

Melt butter in a large saucepan until it sizzles. Drop in the chopped onions and cook until carmelized. Stir in brown sugar. Add chicken broth, salt and pepper. Wait until it boils and then reduce the heat to low and cook for 10 mins. Stir in apple squares and cook for 5 more minutes. In side bowl, mix together pumpkin, evaporated milk, and cinnamon until smooth. Slowly scoop the mixture into the saucepan and cook an additional 5 minutes, until warm.





The Hunt

It has been about two years since my “hunting” hobby started. My mom does not understand why I like to do it and she is not always supportive, but every now and then, I can get her to agree to come along with me to do some thrift store shopping!

At first, it started with my love of design and I wanted to buy pieces of furniture that I could re-do. I started in the thrift stores because I did not want to feel bad if I ruined a piece. The prices are lower so I knew it would not have as much of an impact on me. I started with a nightstand from the 60s (?). Others may have thought it would be a waste but I could see the potential of what it could be. That was enough for me!

Second, I moved on to household decor items. I have bought so many anthropologie-like items, paintings, colored glasses…. I love trying to think of fun ideas of what to do with them! Collecting these items is one reason I NEED to look for my first house. It’s definitely time 😉


Now, I try to go weekly to check out certain places for unique finds. Recently, I went to my town’s thrift store which does not feel like the cleanest surroundings and hat is putting it nicely! I saw a cabinet in the window that I really liked but it had a price of $40 (Which is above my DIY goal range) and I had no truck to take it in. I sadly walked away and looked at the dresses, another of my obsessions. To my surprise, I found several that I wanted to try on and I actually ended up buying a few!

To follow the original fashion rule I made for myself around the age of 13, NEVER make a store off limits. You can find the best finds in the most unlikely of places!

Have a great day everyone 🙂