I’m not at all experienced in the realm of motherhood…aside from being the second eldest sibling, which in my case…requires a degree or two of motherly instinct from time to time, but I can say, I am beyond experienced in what it means to be the daughter of a superlative mother. An encounter, which is probably more accurately described as the highest of all privileges. Today is Mother’s Day and naturally, I find myself at a loss to properly disclose how grateful I am to my mom… so after being the daughter of one for nearly 24 years…. I will attempt to explain to you just 10 breviloquent points, what I see, defines a great mom.

1. An excellent mother is self sacrificing. She fully encompasses the definition of love and thus constantly puts her children’s desires, wants and needs above her own.

2. An excellent mother is gracious, patient & faithful. No matter what direction her children decide to turn, she is gracious in giving advice, faithful in the fact that The Good Lord loves them even more than she does (& will protect them always), and is patient in awaiting their return into her loving arms.

3. An excellent mother wakes up every day reminding herself that God entrusted SHE of all people in the world to be the care taker and character molder of her children- even when it’s her 20th load of laundry that week and her 2 youngest are screaming toddler obscenities in the back room.

4. An excellent mother let’s go even when every fiber of her being is telling her to squeeze tight.

5. An excellent mother knows that, although less popular, the road less travelled reaps deeper rewards. She’s learned many times over and commits her life to teaching her children the same is true. Life is full of difficult decisions, but remember- the world does not own you, so don’t let it make your decisions for you.

6. An excellent mother is a shoulder to cry on, no matter the distance or hour of the night. She masters the art of listening and the true definition of support.

7. An excellent mother presses on understanding that the fruit of her labor may not be seen for decades at a time (if at all), but, still, that doesn’t stop her.

8. An excellent mother teaches her children that life is too short to take yourself too seriously. It’s charming to not be always put together and it’s ok that, although obvious, people know you aren’t “perfect”- authenticity is a dying art.

9. An excellent mother teaches her children about Jesus’s love and assures them of His grand purpose for their lives. She prays for them relentlessly.

And lastly…

10. An excellent mother teaches her children that leftover peanut butter on your knife doesn’t belong scraped onto the edge of the peanut butter jar. Because after all, who would want to make a sandwich out of that anyway.

Happiest of Mother’s Days, Mama K . YOU are an excellent mother and I love you with all my heart.

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Just recently, we were asked to film our story as a couple for a segment at our church centered around redemption and the Easter season. It’s kind of a daunting idea knowing the intimate details of your history are to be shared with a large congregation of people, {not to mention your live face…on a giant projector screen}. But, we recognize the indisputable healing The Lord has done in our lives and realized it would be inward thinking to deny the chance to share it in an attempt to help someone else that may be able to relate to the very real “crap” we put ourselves through.

We certainly don’t look at this opportunity to share as a means to boast about the accomplishments or “great” road blocks we’ve overcome thus far, {& we hope you don’t either} but rather, a chance to humbly reflect on where we once were and where we are now by means of a truly authentic, intentional relationship with the Lord. Our hope is that God’s work in our lives would inspire even just ONE person to gain a closer affinity to the One True Healer.

This wasn’t the first time we’ve shared our story, but definitely the first time on film…I wish I had some outtakes, because the first sentence out of Jason’s mouth went something like this:                   “Hey, I’m Jordan, she’s Jason and we’re the Demen…ts.. Dam***…”

We’re all still a work in progress 😉 myself included… Thank you Summit View Church for the opportunity and Allison Trenary for making us look & sound alright 🙂 Hope you enjoy!

First off- I must apologize to my 20 something followers… It’s been a bit longer than promised since my last post. In case any of you were wondering what else happened during the second half of our east coast trip, (which happened pretty much 6+ months ago) you can see/read here: (http://loveonvacation.com/north-america/us/new-haven-connecticut).

Well then, much to my dismay, I haven’t been the most consistently profound or notable blogger to date. However, as warmer days approach and we begin to emerge from hibernation mode, I’m feeling a bit more inspired to not only experience more excitement out of life, but to write about it as well.

We’re coming to the close of almost one year of marriage and I already feel as though there have been multiple developments in our lives. I’m almost 4 months into my new job, which was a near perfect life decision {for all too many reasons to explain}, but I will just say, I’m not so sure life existed before the novelty of having a set schedule and “weekends off”. Fridays have a new meaning all together and I’m finally feeling like a certified grown up. It’s hard to imagine that that’s all it took…some even like to refer to me as “semi-retired”.

Jason’s been busy coaching one of the competitive Crossfit teams at our gym and perfecting his golf swing in anticipation for sunnier days to come. Chipping practice usually takes place in the 8 foot space from our bedroom, through the door, into the kitchen. He’s currently using our sheep skin shag as “the rough” and a $39 putting green he found on Amazon Black Friday. Tolerance ALSO has a whole new meaning 😉

There are many more events to share, but I best not exhaust my blogging material… Do know, that although it inevitably continues to adjust and change, life together is beyond wonderful and I say that not with boastful inclination. There have been and are challenges around every corner, however something I’m quickly learning (within marriage especially) is that it is so NOT about whatever my idea might be of “the perfect life.” The more control I continuously hand over to The Lord, the sweeter it gets.

Anyway- because all the best blog posts have beautiful photos… The following were taken by my sister and are from our little day trip to Hug Point on the Oregon Coast last week. It was forecasting 70 degrees at home so we jetted off to the west in an attempt to get some decent weather by the sea. And it was exceedingly better than expected! Will absolutely be back soon- and hopefully with more time to spend.

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Literally. Those are the exact modes of transportation it requires to get from here to New Haven, Connecticut. Just last week a month ago (ok, confession, I’ve been really bad at updating) we took off across the country to visit my brother at Yale, cheer on the Bulldogs at the infamous Yale/Harvard game and explore New York. I’m breaking up our little trip into two posts, because I have so many pictures to share… the first bit is a few snap shots of our time in New York- which was amazing! COLD. but amazing. Oh, and need I mention, we did the whole visit within a brief 8 hours. After the fact, I’m beginning to think it wouldn’t have been possible if the winds were any less than 35mph and the temperature was any higher than 20 degrees- Two perfect elements for a consistently brisk walk and no desire to stand any longer than 15 minutes at each landmark.

I wish we would’ve had more time and less wind chill but, nevertheless, we managed to pack in quite a lot, with no qualms to remember- quite the fête for one who hadn’t been in the last 25 years and another six that it was their first. I’d say! At the end of the day (based on what we managed to see), the Soho neighborhoods won my heart and the downtown city scape was unlike anything I’d ever seen in a movie! A very fun experience, with some very lovable people. Can’t wait to revisit!

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To not eat paleo. I mean it’s actually virtually impossible. Don’t get me wrong…I’m not saying that ’tis the season to grow your very own winter coat- every few days I have to do a mini detox, because although my taste buds are singing hallelujah praises, my stomach is certainly NOT a few hours post. But, I mean, let’s get real…ya gotta live a little people. And there are far too many good restaurants in Portland to visit/recipes to be made. We’ve surely been experimenting. So…here are some photos and a couple recipes to try. I can personally attest that everything was absolutely delicious…

Eat your heart out, folks. Literally. 

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^^ A quick intermission for some fresh flowers

 

 

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^^Yummy little gnocchi’s 

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Challah French Toast

  • 4 slices of 2″ thick Challah bread
  • 3 eggs
  • 1 cup of half and half
  • 1 {heaping} teaspoon of cinnamon
  • 3 tbsps of brown sugar

Let the slices soak up ALL of the mixture. Then you know what to do. Make sure not to skimp on the butter in the pan. Serve with berries, warm maple syrup, powdered sugar etc etc….

Homemade Gnocchi with Parmesan Cream Sauce

Gnocchi:

  • 2 lbs of russet potatoes {baked}
  • 1 cup of flour
  • 1 tbsp of coarse salt
  • 2 egg yolks

Mash the baked potatoes so that there is little to no left over chunks. Let cool enough to handle. Add the flour, salt, egg yolks and fold until barely combined. Transfer onto the counter. With some flour to prevent sticking, role into a one inch thick “snake”. Then cut into individual dumplings about 1 1/2″ long. Insert them, in small quantities, into boiling water and strain out once they float to the top. 

Parmesan Cream Sauce

  • 1 Tbsp of butter
  • 1 garlic clove, chopped
  • 1/4 cup white wine (Don’t skimp on this!)
  • 1 cup of cream (200 ml)
  • 3 Tbsp grated parmesan
  • 9 to 10 oz of mushrooms–about one package of mushrooms
  • Salt and black pepper

Start by chopping up your mushrooms and garlic. Melt the butter in the pan, then add the garlic. Add your mushrooms quickly {the garlic should hardly brown}, add a pinch of salt, then cook for about 8 to 10 minutes until soft and tasty. Once the mushrooms have cooked down, add your wine. Allow the wine to simmer until it’s fully absorbed by the mushrooms and evaporated. Then add your cream and parmesan. Simmer until it thickens.

Mama K’s Pumpkin Pie

Filling:

  • 2 cups of canned pumpkin
  • 1 can of Eagle Brand sweetened condensed milk
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 tsp of cinnamon
  • 1/2 tsp each of ginger, nutmeg and salt

Crust:

  • 2 cups of flour
  • 1 cup of coconut oil {hard}
  • 1 egg
  • 1/2 tsp of salt
  • 1/2 tsp of vinegar
  • 3 tbsp of ice water

Streusel Topping:

  • 1/2 flour
  • 1/2 cup brown sugar
  • 1/4 cup of coconut oil
  • 1/4 chopping nuts

Preheat oven to 425 degrees. Mix egg, salt, vinegar and water. Set aside. Cut coconut oil into the flour. Add wet and mix only until combined. Gather into a ball and roll it into a 1/8″ thick round on the counter. Transfer into pie plate. Mix all of the pie filling ingredients together and pour into the unbaked pie shell. Bake at 425 for 15 minutes and then reduce heat to 350 and bake another 35-40 minutes. {this is where it’s tricky} After 30 minutes of TOTAL baking time, sprinkle streusel on top of pie and continue to bake. 

Serve with homemade whipped cream.

 

 

The other day Jason left the house to get some face wash and came home with a brand new set of golf clubs… You’re probably thinking the same thing I was the instant I realized he wasn’t kidding, but all I could do was shrug my shoulders and think to myself…”meh…”

So, the other day we went to Mcmenamin’s Edgefield…because I can’t really think of a better place only 25 minutes away to play golf, drink beer and be outside. And I must admit- I could do the same thing multiple times a week, because it was just that fun. In all reality, it could have gone either way, because the last time I had a golf club in my hand I was fifteen, whacking balls {and huge chunks of grass} into the trees at the driving range in Sun River. HOWEVER, apparently a shred of golfing capability came along with maturity- that and Jason’s helpful cues for form 😉 We had such a great time and next time we will definitely bring some friends and/or family before the weather changes!

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Before my brother left for Yale, we made an extreme effort as a family to squeeze in one last mini family getaway. And when I say extreme, I mean it’s literally an act of God to find a day where all 7 of our schedules align. I’m not quite sure how we managed to conquer the impossible, but we did! For the first time in nearly 5 years, 7 humans and 2 dogs planned and executed an entire day together away from home. Two hours west and 12 hours of time together can hardly be considered a “family vacation”, but HEY! It’s a start and we had a great time. Might as well call this the “test run” for the grand family vacay back east in the fall for the Yale/Harvard Game… {insert anxiety attack here}.

Anyway, I’m going to keep it brief and let the pictures speak for themselves, but I will leave you with this…the Dement/Kawawaki contingent doesn’t EVER go anywhere without two things…and those two things are FOOD and COMFORT. I mean, call us gypsies ’cause that’s totally what we looked like…

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^^^See what I mean?! GYPSIES.^^^

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^^This trusty caravan component has been around for 18 years. It used to find itself strapped to the top of our suburban. I kid you not.

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^^I love him!

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^^My cute parents

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^^It was windy, so the men built a wind shelter {naturally}

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^^She will yell if you stop helping.

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^^ Gracie Lou

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