At Home in Texas as a family of 7!

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When we arrived in Washington, two years and three months ago, we had merely picked a place on the map and jumped. Drawn to the fresh air, the tall trees and the fog that settled low on the mountains. It was a place to rest, a safe place to grow. We planted seeds and waited through the cold winter. Far from anything and anyone familiar. We wrestled. We surrendered and held our breath awaiting spring. In that cold, as husband and wife, we dug deep into past hurts and saw that although we had been on the adventure together, for so long we had been walking alone. In that moment we chose to fight hard for the good. The light persisted, breaking down all our walls; it was hope. It was gentleness. We began to document all of our gratitude flowing out of the struggle and our list of thanks grew and grew. Our seeds took root and blossomed. Warmth opened the petals and we saw one another anew. The soft springtime breeze carried that love into every corner of our darkness until only hope remained. In April we renewed sacred vows, bare toes in the meadow with the laughter of our children as our melody of grace in all the days that followed. With an undeserved gift woven from all the broken threads being knit together within me, a baby boy. Redemption.

For the first time in our marriage we prayed together. We listened for guidance. And over time we felt a calling to step out, from the mossy forest to a land drenched in warmth. A season for all things new, as we no longer need a place to burrow in; but a place to give, to share, to build community, and to hold our faces up to the sun and exhale. Hearts engulfed, souls exposed, arms open wide, control released, prayers lifted up, we took the leap. With my belly ripe and expectancy hanging thick, we held tight to each other and the calling that whispered from deep within. And now we are here, in the Texas Hill Country, all seven of us, this new tiny babe cooing sweetly upon my chest. We aren’t clear as to what the next chapter holds but we know we must choose gentle words, tenderness and humility to light the way. And for now, we bask in evenings flooded with pink sunsets and wide open skies, giving thanks for the abundant mercy raining down all around us.

 

Here are photographs of our days so far here in Texas… the first half expectant for a miracle and the second half savoring our new baby boy.

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on january 1st, the day ushering in all things new, our son was born. smith james prouty. 7 pounds, 4 ounces and 19 inches long. born in the living room of our new home in the wee hours of the morning.
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Katie & Eli – Golden Age Wedding

first… their wedding film!  be sure to watch it full screen in HD and then afterward scroll down to see our favorite photographs from their glorious day.

 

 

they were married in a magical mossy land of tree houses adorned with hand painted whimsy (by katie, of course), wildflowers tucked into every inch, fig and honey drenched desserts on display, layered homespun attire, butterflies, vines and wild berries woven throughout, with a custom crafted signature whiskey (from eli’s family’s distillery) with the given name ‘the golden age’ which was also the theme of this glorious event. the rain poured down and they let it drip from their hair and lashes as they exchanged vows beneath the towering old growth forest, and as the day turned to night each guest put on their wild animal mask of choice and danced until the wee hours beneath twinkle lights and watercolored blooms. each detail was breathtaking but it was the warmth of the people present who made that chilly autumn day feel like the peak of summer. ‘the golden age’ is defined as: an idyllic, often imaginary past time of peace, prosperity, and happiness… oh, and it was.

 

 

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