Christmas Card Goodness

Christmas cards have always been a big deal in my family. Every year we watch the cards pile up after Thanksgiving, and when I come home from college, I hoard them to myself and gawk at all the beautiful families sending us Holiday cheer. This was the first year my brother and I were on our own to snap our annual portrait being the last-minute-Lucy’s that we are. So naturally we sat on a rock on campus while I bossily posed Andrew and told him to please not be awkward. We always have a few heated moments when a camera is in front of us, and this year was no different :) 

Thanks to a friend the pictures turned out quite swell. While I wrap up finals and last minute craziness at school, my mind is focused on the fact that God came down to rescue us. Although we’re stressed and moving at a million miles an hour– take some time to slow down and reflect on the awesomeness of that.

“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6-7

And So It Begins…

For most of my life, Thanksgiving has always coincided with Snocross. We host Thanksgiving annually Wednesday evening in eager anticipation of the trek to Duluth the following day for the kickoff of the race season. Things have changed over the years in many ways. Growing up, racing was a family affair with my dad, my brother and I all competing, with my mom cheering from the sidelines as our coach and number-one fan. Eventually, my dad and I succumbed to retirement and left the racing to my brother. My dad chose to leave while he was on top ;) and I left the sport I loved after a major knee injury.

Now days, my brother is now a Pro-lite rider and things are much more “professional.” It’s amazing seeing how much my brother has progressed and where our team is today, but sometimes I miss our little family racing out of a small trailer pulled behind my dad’s pickup. We are a competitive family through and through, and racing has brought so much togetherness, friendship and joy to my life. This Thanksgiving, it’s what I’m thankful for.  I pray for God’s provision and safety not only for our team this season, but for all the families and teams that travel around the country in pursuit of victory on the track. Ultimately, I pray that Carlson Motorsports would be fiercely competitive on the track, but more importantly, a light in a sport that needs Jesus.

I hope your thanksgiving was everything you hoped for!

The First Snowfall.

When I woke on Saturday morning, the trees were coated in white and my favorite thing in the whole world was slowly falling from the air. It didn’t matter that I’m not a little kid anymore… I ran downstairs like it was Christmas morning and fully embraced the winter goodness all around me. 
It was perfect. 
Naturally, I dressed my dog in a red scarf and took to the newly white yard for a photo shoot. My vote is to feature solely Gunner in our family Christmas card… a little montage of my favorite yellow dog. We’ll see if that works out. 
The snow didn’t stick around, but I’m praying it will be back for good soon. Hope you had a blessed weekend!