Lankford Love

I'm grateful. I keep trying to think of something clever or cute or sweet to start this post, but these are the words that come to mind. The Lord has continually provided me with sweet friendships throughout my life, and I am grateful. This season, the anniversary and birthday of my brother, always makes me reflect on friendships. I had a few sweet friends drive in from Dallas to be with my in Houston after Austen died. And I had many of my Houston friends, from growing up, show up to help and comfort and off condolences. Not to mention, many of Austen's friends were my friends, and my friends, his friends. Regardless, I was in awe at how the Lord prompted these sweet friends in their words, their actions, their showing up, when we needed them. In the months before Austen died, I had been in a season of desperation and loneliness. I was 25 years old and in my third and final year of graduate school. I had graduated from SMU three years prior and gotten married. Going into g

As an adult, your spouse is typically referred to as your other half. And rightly so. My husband brings out the best in me, and His walk with the Lord encourages me. Sometimes I still can't believe I get to be his wife. My other half he is. Because I can't imagine who I would be today without the example of my husband. And yet, growing up, and for more than half of my life, I had a different other half. There was rarely a time growing up that our names were said apart. It was always "Ashleigh and Austen." Peanut butter and jelly. You just don't have one without the other. I think this is the case so often with siblings, we are truly raised "together." When Austen died, I felt lost. Our family is staggered in sibling pairs. Everyone has their "other half." I lost half of my life's file catalog. He was there, on every card. And he had cards in his file with my name on them. This isn't a perfect analogy. But I felt like half of my bei

Totally out of order, but you don’t mind, do you?  The girls now feel pretty strongly about the chocolate piñata at Uncle Julio’s being a birthday tradition with Pappy. And Pappy can’t disappoint.  Lilleigh started horseback riding. Her first lesson was last week, and she loooves it!    We went to the zoo. I love this close up of Lilleigh feeding the giraffe! Silly girlies are really into drawing mustaches on their faces.  Brendon got them fairy gardens for Valentines. Thoughtful daddy. It’s a bright spot in our yard! This guy stands in his stall and stares at our house all day, waiting for someone to come give him treats. Not kidding. Grammy came up to help last month when Brendon was gone on a work trip. I always appreciate the extra set of hands! And this photo is from inside a Costco sauna. Because we need to make sure we all fit. Amiright? Cheers! 

This sweet guy is 14 months, and he is changing so much, I couldn’t miss a time to write about him!  James has some words, sounds, signs... communication! His most commonly used words are Momma and dada. He also makes a “woof woof” and “mmm-mah” (kiss) sound. Tonight he signed “more” and then kept telling me “up” to pick him up. He has said “ni, ni” (night night) once, so not a usual thing but still. The other day we went to feed Alfala, the horse out back, and he said “Alfal.” TWO different ocassions actually. Jaw drop. After his mom and Dad, his first name was the horse out back. Ha! He really looooves animals!  Like I said, he loves animals. So I thought James would be all about the zoo. He liked it fine. I bet when Mom lets him and out of the stroller to run around, he will like it better! At PATH the first three weeks I struggled to get him to nap. Lots of crying babies and not enough separate rooms for the ones who want to sleep (ie James). But then I found a “secret” dark room b