Cora's Corner

Cora's Corner

The "girl corner" in our room--the one little space with bluebirds and flowers in my boy-filled world--is slowly but surely becoming a corner for a little girl. We set up the crib several weeks ago, hung a little vintage dress above her bed, and made a little bird mobile. Today I made some crib sheets for her (and a little newborn skirt with the scraps!). I bought a cuckoo clock I'd been drooling over for months, and hung all her hair accessories from an old belt (which, sad to say, wouldn't have fit me for months anyway...). I'm so excited about the result! I can't wait to bring my daughter home to the space we've created just for her. Here's a sneak peak of what awaits her:

Cora's little corner of the world.

The beautiful, vintage-like fabric I found for her sheets.

Her bird mobile. Henry insisted she needed cardinals--his favorite.

Her adorable (and silent) cuckoo clock.

One of my favorite pieces: a vintage dress my mother-in-law bought for her.

Look at all those hair things! I can't wait to try them on her!

Her second set of sheets. I have a small (large!) gingham obsession...

The tiny newborn skirt I made out of scraps.

The boys LOVE her corner. I can just picture them on step stools looking in on her as she sleeps.

About

My favorite times are those spent gathered around tables. It's not because I'm a great cook--I wish that were true. But it's because those times are always the most intimate. When the plates are pushed back and the bellies are full, we tend to open up and share our hearts.

And there's so much to share. Each of our lives tell an epic story, unfolding one chapter at a time. Some of the chapters are thrilling, others are heartbreaking. But the story promises to be one worth telling.

This particular blog is just one of those stories, my story. I'm a firm believer in the idea of the sacred ordinary, God revealed in the midst of the most mundane moments in our lives. As I write my story, I can't help but talk about those places where Heaven breaks through and we glimpse something greater. That, my friends, is what makes my story epic at all.

I hope this blog reads like a conversation over coffee, gathered around that table. That's how I picture us, as I write. May you find a little encouragement, a little refreshment, and a little reminder to keep your eyes open for the epic within the ordinary.