About lindsaymbehr

I am a wife to the man of my dreams, a mother to three beautiful girls and one sweet little boy who I can't wait to meet at Heaven's Gates. I am a lover of all things beautiful, and most importantly a follower of Jesus. At the end of the day I'm just an ordinary girl trying to find life's captures in beauty.

Create March/April 2019

March really got away from me, guys. While I did work on my #Create2019 series, I didn’t give it nearly the time or the effort that I wanted to. We had so much going on, and it is really hard to try and draw with a 13 month old wanting to sit on your lap every time you pull out the paper, pens, and colored pencils. It also just so happens that every time I pull out all of said things, the other 3 children want to join in on the activity. Not a bad thing, but it is terribly distracting. And, not to mention, after sitting at the kitchen table homeschooling for a good portion of the day, I really like to spend some of my time elsewhere in the house. 😅

In case you didn’t pick up on the large hint I just dropped (and the picture at the top of the post), my creative endeavor for this month was to get better at drawing. And believe you me, it won’t take much for me to improve, because drawing is not my strong suit. I did not inherit the amazing artistic skills of my 2 sisters. I’m creative in a lot of other ways, but drawing is not on my list of things that I’m good at.

That being said, I really, really enjoy doodling here and there. I have this book, How To Draw Modern Florals. I really like it, but it is a little more time consuming.

When I wanted to do something less heavy, I turned to Pinterest. There are some really fun/easy options for how to draw little doodles for bullet journals. These turned out to be my favorite.

Here’s my Pinterest board for all the tiny drawings if you want to check it out. Otherwise, you can search for whatever you want and 1,000 different things will pop up. These are the ones I was able to do.

Like I said, not much, and far from perfect. But I did learn a few things about myself. When I’m feeling short on time, and there are a lot of distractions, drawing really stresses me out. However, when the house is dark and quiet, and there are zero distractions, it has the opposite effect. I really enjoy it, and it’s a huge stress reliever. I guess there’s something to be said about the right place at the right time, huh?

Anyway, I’ve decided to stretch the whole drawing thing into April, because I didn’t get to spend near the time on this project as I would have liked. And while I was originally planning on doing something baking related, Blake and I are doing the 21 Day Fix this month, and what fun is practicing baking if you don’t get to eat it? So I’m pushing that back to another month. …Just don’t tell Autumn…because the things I want to bake are certainly not 21 Day Fix approved. 😂🍰(I would, right now, like to make the disclaimer that I am not a Beachbody coach, we are only participants, and I only mention it because it’s relevant to this specific month). 😅Hopefully later on in the month I can post some more pictures of some other drawings I’ve done. Hopefully. As always, thanks for coming along for the ride!

The Girl at the Pizza Parlor

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If I told you where one of my favorite pizza places is you would probably laugh. Or maybe you simply wouldn’t believe me. Either way, it wouldn’t matter, because I know how good it is. Any guesses? Are you dying to know? Ok, I won’t leave you hanging any longer.

Nestled in the basement of the hospital my dad works at downtown is a place called Sonny’s pizza. It’s a small, unassuming place with a simple sign hung above the door. If you didn’t know it was there, you could probably spend a lot of time in the hospital and miss it entirely. And yet, come meal time, it’s bustling with activity. Since I was a girl, having a slice at Sonny’s was a special treat, so along with really great pizza (and the best chocolate chip cookies around), this pizza joint holds some pretty heavy nostalgia for me.

After I had Lane, she and I would visit my dad at work and grab some Sonny’s while we were at it. Our pediatrician’s office was across the street from the hospital for years. Every time we were able, my dad would meet us at the doctor’s office to help me out with whichever kid’s appointment, and then he would treat us to pizza afterwords. It helped ease my kids’ minds about having to see the doctor, and it became a fun tradition for all of us.

As soon as we walked in the door every time, there was one particular lady who would smile at us really warm and big, and say hello. She worked the cash register and was a good friend of my dad’s. She knew who we were whether he was with us or not. She always asked how we were doing and what was going on. She consistently complimented us and was always so nice to talk to. I looked forward to seeing her every time. There was something so warm and genuine about her. You knew she really cared about you and what you had to say to her. Her name was Liz.

I found out yesterday that she had an aneurism and passed away. I didn’t know her very well, but I cried when I read the text from my dad. It’s one of the few times I’ve cried over someone I hardly knew. As I was telling my husband, I stopped to think about it. Liz had a way of making you feel at home. Even though we only had a small number of interactions with each other, each and every one was meaningful. She had such an impact on me because she meant to. Whether she realized it or not, her words were always kind and uplifting. She listened well and always had a good response. I can honestly say, she made that basement in that hospital a brighter place to be.

I thought to myself yesterday as tears rolled down my cheeks, “I want to be more like that. I want to be more kind and intentional, and less wrapped up in my own stuff. I want to make a big impact with even just a few meaningful interactions.” I’ve been thinking about it since. Next time I visit Sonny’s, and stand in line to pay for my food, it will feel a little more empty. It won’t be quite as bright, but I know I’ll remember her with a smile on my face. Here’s to you, Liz. May we all be a little bit more like you.