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there really isn’t anything like it.  there is a special relationship between a dad and his daughter.

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 I would know, I am the oldest of 3 girls and our dad is the best.  I still remember the dates he took us on when we were little girls.  We would each get one on one time with him, and for whatever reason I always remember our “summer dates”.  We would go to the country club and I would get to pick what we did!  We would either hit golf balls or go swimming, but we always ended with a dinner date together.  As I got older, I loved going shopping with my dad.  Not only did I learn that dad would buy me more, but he was most honest about what looked good on me.  As the oldest of three girls and no brothers, I filled into the “son” role a little too.  I was the one who loved the same things my dad loved: music, cars, and sports.  He is a car guy in every sense of the word, and he would often lease cars for 1-2 years at a time.  Me + my sisters would take turns driving the 100 miles with him to Dallas to pick up his new car, and make a fun day out of it.

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Something my sisters never cared about until recently, was sports.  So I was the one who always got first priority when we had the chance to go to a fun sporting event.  As a kid, I traveled with him on the Baylor football plane to games in Boston, and Indiana.  In college, we went to Houston for the world series [which ended up being the longest world series game ever played].  Also in college I went with him + my uncle to watch the lady bears will the national championship in basketball.  That was sorta “our thing”.

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I can’t wait to watch Asher grow up and love the things her daddy loves.  It makes my heart happy to think about all the fun adventures and dates she’s going to have with him.  Their thing right now is dancing in the living room.  When daddy gets home, if mommy is cooking dinner he turns the tunes up and has a dance party!  I can’t even type it without getting teary eyed, but can’t you see them dancing together at her wedding?

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I loved my dance with my daddy at my wedding.  There were tears.  We danced to my grandmothers favorite song, and then me and my dad’s song: “brown eyed girl”.  The song “I loved her first” had just come out, and on our wedding video that song is both playing in the background of the film and in the end of my dad’s rehearsal dinner speech.  “I loved her first, you have her now”

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be still my heart.  thank you Lord for a good daddy!

happy fathers day friends, be sure to hug your daddy/grandad/hubby and tell them how special they are!

  • Mary Helen - I LUB IT!ReplyCancel

  • Laura Loewen - Wynne! For our rehearsal dinner, my Dad made a slide show of a bunch of pictures of him and I set to the song “I loved her first”. I was a WRECK. I’m talking full-on ugly cry in front of, you know, friends, family, and en entire restaurant. Daddy’s are so special!ReplyCancel

  • Hannah Johnson - My dad told lots of embarrassing stories about me in his speech at my wedding but he always tells one about me standing in the garden in floods of tears absolutely in a state. He sees that I’m upset and stops cutting the grass to see what’s the matter as he was worried I had hurt myself or something like that. He manages to calm me down enough for me to explain what the problem is, I’m upset and in a state because as he’s cutting the grass he’s cutting all the heads off the daisies too. Well I was about 4 or 5 at the time lol.

    My uncle on the other hand nearly made me cry. He’s one of the registrar people at my old church so when we needed someone we asked if he’d do the official bit. I’d held it together until I got to the front of the church and he started the bit, he introduced it talking about how proud he was to be doing the service – well that was that. I was gone lol. ReplyCancel

I feel like my life lately has been all about lists.  Not necessarily to do lists that I write down and check things off of, but just a steady flow of “things” that I do every day.  We were at dinner last week at friends house, and my phone alarm at 6pm went off.  “Ah, that’s what happened” I said to myself as I realized why my alarm didn’t go off that morning.  My friend, Will, says “what in the world do you DO at 6 am?”  Truth be told, I am a snooze-r.  It typically takes me 30 minutes to get outta bed after my alarm first goes off.  But I am actually starting to like getting up early.  No, I don’t physically like getting up, but I love the results it brings.  I love being able to get dressed, make the bed, make my pot of coffee, water the plants, turn on the lamps and pour that first cup of steaming hot coffee and sit with my bible open on the front porch.  When I do these things, my day seems to go much smoother than when I wake up to the kids banging on their cribs down the hall.

So many times though, when I wake up it’s all about what I can accomplish.  It seems to be worse when I don’t have a ton of stuff on my plate – that means I make stuff up.  I’m always try to stay “caught up” on dishes, laundry, cleaning, emails, messages…. but I realized something this week.  I will never be caught up.

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do you feel the same way?

even if I get “caught up”, there will always be more laundry to do, more dishes to clean and more emails that need responses.  so why do I try so hard to “keep up?”  I think it’s my way of avoiding the silence.

I read this enlightening post by Mike Foster on the Storyline blog recently that said this,

“Quietness and being alone with our thoughts can be scary. We need a little something extra to drown out the silence.

The noise is often just a Band-Aid to pain. The low hum helps us from facing the deeper parts of our story. The incomprehensible chatter in the background fills the lonely space.

At the core, noise is escapism, yet it keeps us from being free. 

He goes on to challenge us to stick around with the silence.  To allow ourselves to sit with the hurts, grieve what is lost and allow our thoughts to move to the deeper “unexplored” parts of our story.  I want to take that challenge.  I’ve taken it before, and it’s hard y’all.  Living in that silence, alone with your thoughts, but I miss it.  I want it.  I want to grieve my losses well, I want to explore the parts of my story that are hard to look at, I want to have time to reflect and write and journal.

That’s where I am right now.  Wanting to turn the laptop off at night, and be still and be quiet.  Wanting to leave my phone in the house when I go in the backyard to play with the kids.  Wanting to embrace the silence, and see what song of freedom God might be singing over me.

I’ll leave you with these words from Mike,

“I believe on the other side of our discomfort with silence is a symphony of new sounds waiting to be discovered. It might be where you discover a new truth of who you are and a song of freedom that you’ve been waiting to hear.”

 

  • Laura Loewen - Yes. A million times, yes. Silence can be hard, and yet so refreshing. Isn’t it somewhat ironic that we try to block out the very moments in which God will speak to us? Makes me sad, yet I know that as a culture we are so conditioned for noise. I tell you what, girl, there was a day that I left my phone inside while playing with the kids and felt so. much. freedom!! Silly (and maybe lame) as it sounds, it was like the leash was broken and I was free just to be PRESENT. Love it. Love you. Just. Yes.ReplyCancel

  • Chantel Klassen - <3 I enjoy the silence but too find that I can get lost in trying to keep myself busy. Thanks for this wonderful reminder Wynne!ReplyCancel

  • Melanie Morriss Tkach - Thank you for writing on this topic and incorporating such powerful quotes from Mike Foster. Silence is one of my biggest struggles because my mind is often times a spiritual battleground. As a result, I busy myself…My personal challenge as of late has been to listen for God’s voice amongst the busyness. Your post is such a good reminder to be still. ReplyCancel

  • Lindsy Wallace - Yes. I’m filling my silence right now with Facebook and blog reading. There’s so much going in and I’m just drowning it with filler. I want so badly to sit in the silence but something is keeping me from it. Time to figure out what that something is. Thank you for the timely post friend!ReplyCancel

  • Kathryn Perry Shirey - Love this! Learning stillness and letting go of my to-do list seems to be my theme this week. ReplyCancel

  • Melissa Blair - (sorry about all the comments…I’m catching up and stalking you this morning ;))….Okay…This. This speaks to me all day, every day. My bent is to fidget. To squirm. To move…this year I’ve been very intentional about being anchored in this moment and not using distraction (social media and even books sometimes) to keep me from spending time with myself and talking to God and really listening and processing…and, girl, it is still as difficult most days. Funny…I’ve just been thinking about this a lot. It’s like standing still in a river of rushing water, isn’t it?
    But so.worth.the.effort. Thank you for using your good words for good stuff to think about.
    I say it every time because I mean it…I love you.ReplyCancel

  • Sarah Pikop - I am definitely fighting silence with distraction! And I am definitely beginning to see how I really need to spend that time in silence – mourning what bugs me about me, crying stuff out, giving it to God, and not trying to stuff it down with more of the same harmful, ineffective stuff! Thanks for this confirming post!ReplyCancel

  • Brittany Mullen - Beautiful, beautiful post. :) ReplyCancel

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if you aren’t following along on instagram yet, let me fill you in.

so far on our #wac [Wynne/Asher/Camp] tour we’ve covered 5 states, 5 days on the road, close to 2,000 miles, 3 hotels and 2 days at Disney.  We’ve stopped to have lunch with my family in Dallas, checked out duck commander in Louisiana, rang the doorbell of friends we hadn’t seen in 5 years off the A1A in Florida and eaten at waffle house.  We’ve watched Frozen, and Up, and Sofia the 1st more times than I can count, and opened around 8 “surprise presents” along the way.  we’ve had dance parties, and sing a longs, and yes, we’ve snipped at each other.  I’ve brought my screw top wine bottle in every hotel we’ve stayed at for a little glass of wine in the bath each night.  We’ve stayed up way too late and ate way too much junk food.

we have made so. many. memories.

and we aren’t done yet! we are headed to North Carolina tomorrow for the wedding of my oldest friend.  We’ll get to spend time with my parents, and so many old friends in the beautiful area of Highlands.  then the actual WAC part of the road trip will begin.

I can’t wait to tell you all about the magic of Disney, but for now I’m tired and my husband and I are watching Discovery channel [a new road trip fave].

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follow along #wacotour on instagram!

  • Debbe Trippet - What a great first family vacation! Fun memories.
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  • Molly Swanson - How fun and sweet! Love seeing all of the pics along the way!ReplyCancel

  • Chantel Klassen - I love this so much! Three years ago (wow, how time flies) we drove down to the US and hit up a bunch of States in the span of just over a week, I love how the scenery can change so much in just a short distance!ReplyCancel

  • Jamie Ivey - AH LOVE THE HASHTAG!ReplyCancel

  • Melissa Blair - This is so fun. I just finished reading and realize I am smiling at all of it (and maybe because I know where you are ending up!!! EEEEE!!!!!) Store up those memories. Soak those babies and your hubby in. Add MUCH grace (b/c we all know that life…she needs much. Enjoy your time…it’s a gift. I love you.ReplyCancel

We believe that ALL kids should be free to wear pink regardless of their gender. - Quirkie Kids

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I grew up with a daddy who wore (wears) pink!  This was nothing out of the ordinary at my house, and when I got married to my college sweetheart, I was pleased that he too likes to wear the color pink.  Having two kiddos basically the same age, they share almost all of their “tshirts”.  I love a good comfy shirt, and a lot of times I’ll only buy 1 and let them share.  Recently, I tried to put a shirt on Asher and I guess it was blue because she said, “that’s Camps!”.  That was a great opportunity to let her know that it didn’t matter what color the shirt was, she could wear it.  I want the same thing for Camp + pink shirts!  So meet Camp + Ashers new shirts from Quirkie Kids!

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Proudly made in the USA,  Quirkie Kids has launched a new collection of pink tees for girls AND boys featuring playful designs of things not typically associated with the color pink.  After talking to Martine, I knew that I wanted to be a part of helping her grow her amazing business.  This is what she has to say about why she started this!

“It’s about encouraging kids to embrace their uniqueness and giving both boys and girls more options to express themselves through their clothing. Some girls like rainbows. Some girls like butterflies. And some girls like dinosaurs and I say: why not?”

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why fit in when you were born to stand out??

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  • Sarah Jordan - So cute!ReplyCancel

  • Sarah Williams - Love it! Cuties!ReplyCancel

  • Jessica Mumford - Love the mouse and cheese!ReplyCancel

  • Hannah Johnson - We’re expecting our first baby in a few weeks and currently don’t know if baby will be a girl or a boy. I keep commenting how that even if baby is a girl she’ll still wear the onesie that has trains on it or the all in one coat thing that looks like a dinosaur because girls can like dinosaurs and trains too. (I love old style steam trains. My Dad tells me all about them.)

    A friend of mine called Nick says “that it takes a real man to wear pink.”ReplyCancel

  • Melanie Morriss Tkach - The mouse and cheese are so cute! My dad wears pink and purple for that matter but my husband refuses. Someone definitely falsley ingrained in him a while back that “pink is for girls.” What a neat teaching moment for your kids :) ReplyCancel

  • Carina Lawrence Schoen - I love it when my kids look like a pack of skittles :) it was my life goal as a kid (and maybe a grown up) to look as much like punky brewster as possible.ReplyCancel

  • The Gray Matters - Love this! My son is always saying that “pink is for girls,” and this is a great way to keep that stereotype to a minimum. ReplyCancel

  • Cheryl Sweatt Cornutt - There is no reason to fit in when you can stand out. God created knit us all individually in our mother’s wombs. We were are created to be unique and special. ReplyCancel

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I love getting to share my thoughts + writings on other people’s blogs! Last week I had the opportunity to be on Jamie’s new “happy hour” podcast – check it out if you haven’t yet..and this week I’m guest posting about living in the “in between”

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I was cruising down I-20 recently, headed to another Noonday Collection adoption trunk show my friend Kasey was hosting in a small west Texas town about 90 miles from my west Texas town.  My mind wandered as I messed with the radio, mentally went through my “check list” in my head, and looked at my clock as I was running late, as usual.  I decided to make a few phone calls, and managed to get a hold of my good friend [who I just traveled to Uganda with], Cara on the phone.  Don’t you love those friends that you just jump right into what’s on your heart?  Hardly no small talk, but straight to the heart talk.  I love it.  She started telling me about this book she’s been reading by Jeff Goins, In Between.

 

Honestly, I haven’t read it yet.  But as she spoke about how it had been teaching her more and more about those “in between” moments, I had this picture in my head.  Cara was sharing with me how the book was teaching her that life isn’t about the “big moments” but really more about the little everyday moments that happen in between the big moments.  The picture in my head was getting louder…

 

keep reading here.