I Am Rich

I Am Rich

It is easy to distinguish the rich from the poor by comparing bank accounts and tangible possessions. And if we were measuring by those standards I wouldn’t exactly make it onto the list of the rich and famous. But there are so many other ways to measure wealth and last week I was reminded how very rich I am. Continue reading “I Am Rich”

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Airport Yoga

Airport Yoga

My hip has been acting up again and sitting on a plane for hours while holding a wiggly little girl isn’t exactly a recipe for improvement. A little pre-flight stretching makes a huge difference however, so once we got through security and made our way to the gate I went in search for a place to do some yoga. There was a nook with a service elevator off to the side which provided a little privacy. I wasn’t in the mood to give everyone at gate B27 a show. Continue reading “Airport Yoga”

First the Worst

First the Worst

The Tuckers are spending the week visiting my side of the family in Michigan which means a few days ago we, once again, hopped on a plane with Olivia. The upside to the Boise airport is it’s so small you can get there an hour or so before your flight and still have time to eat. The downside is it seems we have to connect nearly everywhere we fly to. So what could have been a short jaunt to Michigan ends up being two flights and a layover in Chicago. Continue reading “First the Worst”

The Glory Days

The Glory Days

I struggle with being content. It’s something I’ve always battled with but in the last year I’ve become much more aware of the degree to which discontentment looms in my heart. It’s not that I am more discontent now than before. I just notice it more. Because in the professional world I could remove the label “discontent” and replace it with more admirable titles – ambitious, driven, go-getter, or one of my personal favorites, goal-oriented. I could focus that discontentment on the next award, the next promotion, the next success.  Continue reading “The Glory Days”

Salt in the Wound at 3:30 a.m.

Salt in the Wound at 3:30 a.m.

We’re in Canada! The rainy weather leaves room for wanting but rumor has it the sun should come out tomorrow. (Any one else just start singing?) Olivia did amazing on the afternoon flight. She slept the whole first leg and was wiggly but well-behaved on the second. We had a two and a half hour layover which wasn’t ideal but we spent it riding the escalator up and down and up and down and…you get the picture. We must have ridden it at least fifty times. Continue reading “Salt in the Wound at 3:30 a.m.”

Canada, eh?

Canada, eh?

Just a little over a month after returning from Hawaii, the Tuckers are once again boarding a plane. This time we’re headed to Vancouver, British Columbia! I’ve been to Canada before but never B.C. Luke is going for work but it’s all fun and games for Olivia and me. (One of the many benefits of being home during this season of life.) And to make it even better, my sister is meeting us there! Continue reading “Canada, eh?”