2022: A Year in Review

We arrived to our new, very temporary home in Washington D.C. on January 1st and quickly got busy resettling. We found a new Classical Conversations group and a new church. John dove into JMAS: Joint Military Attaché School, where both civilians and representatives from all branches of the military train to be attachés at a U.S. embassy abroad. Living on Joint Base Anacostia-Bolling meant a very quick commute, a safe neighborhood for the kids to play, and beautiful trails along the Potomac to enjoy. 

During our short time in DC, we had more more visitors than any other time in our married life – we’ve never lived so (relatively) close! We enjoyed getting to be tourists alongside family and friends, checking out museums and monuments and state parks. 

Much of our time in DC was spent figuring out the logistics of our move to Botswana, unpacking our shipment from Monterey to strategically repack with a weight-limited move in mind. After completing JMAS, John and Kirsten had a week-long course together focused on emergency preparedness and different contingencies that could arise in an overseas context. April included a fast trip back to IL see the final season of the Zion Passion Play, which we and our families have been involved with for many years. John was gone for the month of May training in his new plane, and upon returning we travelled to Pennsylvania for a belated memorial service for John’s grandmother, who’d passed away earlier in the year. Back home, June brought more visitors and three waves of movers. In between shipments, we snuck in a quick weekend trip to Ocean City – John’s first time there in several years and with kids old enough to really make memories. After a full day of playing on the beach and enjoying the magic of the boardwalk, Daniel declared that it was his favorite day ever

In July, we drove back to IL/WI with a stop to visit Uncle Chuck and Aunt Annette in Ohio (thank you!), arriving in Zion to celebrate Audrey’s sixth birthday with pizza on the beach. The following weeks were full of quality family time – lots of people to see! Thanks to both sets of grandparents, we got away without the kids for a quick trip to Colorado. Kirsten bagged her first fourteeners (four of them!), we enjoyed some beautiful hikes around Vail, and we were able to visit with good friends and family in Denver and Colorado Springs.  Later in the month, we traveled up to Door County, WI for a few days with Kirsten’s family and made sure to get out on the water a bit before moving to a landlocked country. Inevitably, the end of the month-long visit came faster than we imagined possible, bringing many bittersweet goodbyes and uncertainty about when we’d next get to see many of our loved ones.

On August 1st, the six of us, more than a dozen bags, and our German Shepherd Kaia got on a plane and flew to Botswana. The kids traveled amazingly well, all but three of our bags arrived with us (and we got those within a few days), and Kaia made it (somehow, after 28 hours of travel, with a clean crate). In the jetlagged blur of those first few days in country, John left on his first trip in the C-12. Due to some maintenance delays, our house was not available for the first two months of our time here, but we settled into temporary living and began to figure out the lay of the land. 

We found a solid local church, in which close to 20 countries are represented on a given Sunday morning. We were able to move into our home at the end of September and receive our express shipment, which arrived by air and included our much-appreciated kitchen essentials and linens. Unfortunately, our main shipment has been delayed half a dozen times now, which, among other things, has made for some creative homeschooling. When we packed up in June, we expected a 3-4 month wait, not a 7-8 month wait! Eventually though, we look forward to truly settling in and making our house a home.

One of the kids’ favorite parts of our new house is the pool! They’ve been swimming just about every day the weather allows. Our yard is perfect for catching lizards and watching a wide variety of birds. Kaia met her first monkey on our roof – thankfully we haven’t seen him since! Daniel and Audrey are progressing in swimming lessons and eager to get back to piano once our shipment arrives. We’ve been able to connect with a number of local families with kids and look forward to building those friendships over the next few years.

John got busy right away with two new jobs – one as a pilot and program manager for the C-12 aircraft based in Gaborone, and the other as the Air Attaché assigned to the embassy here. In the first role, he supports embassies throughout southern Africa by helping transport people to hard-to-get places in their assigned countries. It’s important for diplomats to get out of the capital cities, but in many cases roads may be dangerous, seasonally impassable, or non-existent. Travel time could be days or weeks, and there may not be any commercial flight options. Because the C-12 can land on short, dirt strips, John and the other pilots play a (fun!) role in connecting both U.S. diplomats and host nation personnel to far-flung regions of their countries. In just our first few months here, John flew to Angola, Zambia, São Tomé and Príncipe, Madagascar, Mauritius, Seychelles, Democratic Republic of the Congo, Mozambique, and throughout Botswana. Closer to home, as an attaché, John works with the Botswana military, especially the Air Force, to better understand our mutual security interests in the region and improve opportunities for cooperation. He also advises civilian leadership at the embassy on military issues, and together John and Kirsten represent the U.S. in diplomatic roles for official visits and events.

We were able to spend Thanksgiving in South Africa visiting John’s brother Stephen and his wife Jessica who serve as Bible teachers in the Pietermaritzburg area (about ten hours from where we live in Gaborone). It was almost surreal to be together – something we never imagined would happen before this assignment. We took a little hike in the Drakensberg mountains, played plenty of board games, and introduced the Thanksgiving holiday to a house full of guests from all the different circles of their life. A big highlight for Kirsten was attending a Bible study with Jessica and getting to see a glimpse of her ministry and the ways God is at work in the relationships they’ve been building.

Leading up to Christmas, we traveled north with Stephen and Jessica to visit Chobe National Park and Victoria Falls. Although it’s considered to be low season for wildlife due to the rains (more available water and thicker bush means it can be harder to find animals), we had an amazing trip! Early morning game drives and evenings on the river provided an abundance of animal sightings. It was a gift to enjoy so much quality time with family, forming memories we’ll cherish long after these years of being neighbors.

It’s hard to believe how much was packed into this year – full, but rich. Heading into the height of summer on the other side of the world, we’re not missing the sub-zero temperatures and howling winds of the Midwest – though we’re certainly missing family. Thankful to God for his many blessings, home and abroad, we’re excited to see what this next year brings.

2021: A Very Belated Year in Review

So it’s been a minute. 

2021 came and went without an annual family recap- no Christmas cards, not even a social media post. After a blur of a month in which John returned from half a year overseas, we laid low for a couple weeks as covid ran its course through our family, we celebrated Christmas (two or three times!) and then caravanned across the other half the country to move to Washington D.C., I intended to write a New Year’s update. And then a Valentine’s update. And then it was March, and I figured we might as well wait for a Christmas update in July. Then we moved again, this time to the other side of the world. 

the nonexistent Christmas card of 2021

Let me back up a bit, for posterity’s sake. Here are a few highlights from 2021:

We welcomed our fourth child! Jane Ann Langley was born at home on February 26th. We praise God for her peaceful, incredible birth and smooth transition into our family life, despite the chaos of our circumstances. 

John finished his French program with high marks in May 2021. Our experience at the Defense Language School was anything but what we’d expected, but (*inserts first person singular voice for a wife brag*) I’m proud of him for excelling at a program from the confines of our tiny apartment bedroom, learning a language in nine months while the rest of us carried on with life and school in the other three rooms. 

By the end of May, we were saying our goodbyes to dear friends in Monterey, soaking up the last of our time together with a camping trip to Yosemite. In June, we packed up most of the apartment and drove cross country in two vehicles to celebrate a family wedding (congratulations, Anna and Luke!) and to resettle Kirsten and the kids in the Midwest.

We celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary on June 18th and on June 19th, John left for six months for his in-region training in Germany and Morocco. Kirsten, her mom, and Jane traveled back to Monterey briefly to meet the movers and close out the apartment, moving everything into storage. 

From July to December, we lived parallel lives, checking in with one another as time zones and internet connections and schedules allowed. Kirsten and the kids stayed with her parents, who thankfully live within 15 minutes of John’s parents. We soaked up precious time with family- walks on the shores of Lake Michigan, “Nana Camp” in the backyard, time at the pool, playing with cousins, attending Camp Zion for the first time as campers with Grandma and Grandpa, a wonderful September trip to Ocean City, NJ, and a thousand everyday sort of moments we don’t usually get to enjoy with our families. 

The kids had a busy fall! Daniel and Audrey began Classical Conversations (a classical homeschool co-op)  in Kenosha, WI and started piano lessons and swimming. We enjoyed our first true autumn season in many years! We visited Kirsten’s sister in Minnesota, snuck up to Door County for a weekend to appreciate the fall colors, and enjoyed our first Thanksgiving with family in 11 years.

While in Germany, John worked with the strategic engagements directorate at U.S. Africa Command headquarters in Stuttgart. This was part of his training to certify as a Foreign Area Officer, a career field change within the Air Force in which he’ll be more focused on international relations, specifically in Africa. Working on the staff for a few months, he was able to learn about the perspective of U.S. military leadership in Africa. A highlight of his time there was a weekend train trip to Switzerland, revisiting some favorite hiking spots from our earlier assignment in Germany.

To balance the headquarters perspective with a “boots on the ground” perspective, John headed to Morocco. While there, the time was divided between language training (a polishing of his foundational French course earlier in the year) and working with the Office of Security Cooperation at the U.S. Embassy in Rabat. The latter meant a lot of meetings with the Moroccan military, including planning efforts for U.S.-Morocco military cooperation over the next few years. He also got a sneak-peak at the embassy flight operations, a taste of the type of flying he’d be training for in the near future. Fortunately, John was also able to travel a fair amount within Morocco, as the training is intended to include some level of cultural immersion. When increasing lockdown measures threatened to trap him in Morocco, he was able to get out with a few hours to spare, coming home about a week sooner than expected. John surprised us on the front porch of my parents’ house on his birthday, November 30th.

Looking back, it’s amazing how much change can take place in the span of twelve months. Spending a good portion of the year apart made it feel like a bit of a time warp – John left when Jane was three months old and came back to a completely different baby. Though our separation was difficult, we are immensely grateful for the gift of family and a wealth of good memories to look back on during that time. December was a month of reintegration and rest, but also included a significant amount of packing and planning for our move to DC. After celebrating Christmas with our families, we left on December 31st, ready to start the new year with new everything – together.

2020: A Year in Review

All year, I’ve thought back to the words I wrote at the end of 2019, looking ahead into a year we knew would be full of transition and upheaval: “and even if everything we think we know changes tomorrow, we trust Him.” 

It turns out that we very much underestimated the amount of upheaval 2020 could bring. Admittedly, it’s challenging to sit down and reflect over a year marked by so much sadness and frustration. And yet, God is still completely sovereign and wonderfully good. Let us recount to you just a few of the many ways we’ve seen Him at work in our family this year.  

We moved from Vacaville, CA to Monterey on March 2nd. One week later, the world shut down and most of the things we’d anticipated about living here disappeared. Even so, we praise God for his perfect timing and provision in every detail of that move. We didn’t spend time in limbo with uncertain logistics or unavailable housing. We were together, something we do not take lightly when so many other families we know found themselves facing extended separations with indefinite return dates. We were able to move right into an apartment we’d been hoping and praying for over the past year, a little cozy for a family of five, but a mere two minute walk from the beach.

That cozy two bedroom apartment became a lot cozier when we realized that John’s studies at the Naval Postgraduate School and French program at Defense Language Institute would, in fact, take place in our bedroom. Despite the less than ideal circumstances, his program at NPS in the spring and his French studies so far have gone well. Following language study, John is scheduled for 6 months of overseas training (without the family). As we anticipate that separation in the year to come, we are all the more grateful for the unanticipated togetherness right now.

Kirsten’s days are full: keeping little ones busy, homeschooling first grader Daniel, and finding meaning in the mundane. Daniel (6) spends much of his free time refining his LEGO skills and building forts while Audrey (4) loves to draw, dress up, and make up songs. Ronen (21 months) follows them around, jabbering with increasing intelligibility these days, generally content to be a part of the action. He adores Kaia, our now eight year old German Shepherd, who tolerates his aggressive affection because he likes to share his food (although, incidentally, he also eats hers). 

We had anticipated quite a lot of traveling and visiting with family over John’s break from classes this summer, but military-imposed restrictions prevented him from leaving Monterey. Thankfully, Kirsten was still able to take the older kids for a much needed respite, attending family reunions in Ocean CIty, NJ and Door County, WI while John hung out with Ronen at home. We also enjoyed a couple of visitors here – both of our moms and Kirsten’s sister made it out to spend time with us. 

Our greater backyard has been a sanity saver. We’ve been able to do a lot of hiking in and around the gorgeous Big Sur region just south of where we live, appreciating the rugged central coast and lush redwood groves. Daniel and Audrey both learned to ride two wheelers this year, enjoying long bike rides on the extensive paths we can access just down our street. We’ve introduced them to a bit of paddle boarding, boogie boarding, tide pool exploring, and plenty of sandcastle building. They’ve been able to spot sea lions and dolphins and whales from our beach while looking for sea glass. In this strange season where there aren’t really any other out-of-the-apartment options, it’s been a gift to be able to so easily access a great expanse of sand and thundering waves, daily reminders of God’s unrelenting grace to us.

Well acquainted with the challenges of seeking a new community after a move, we know that we need to push ourselves to jump in right away in a new church, cultivating intentional relationships even though the time is short. This year one of our greatest struggles was the impossibility of doing so. On one hand, it’s not difficult to quarantine from family and friends when you have neither. But as the weeks turned into months which became half a year of isolation, even we, independent introverts that we are, felt the weight of loneliness. At last, our prayers were answered this August when we met a few like-minded families with a bunch of kids on the beach, promptly jumped into church-on-the-lawn and life group together and embraced them as our family away from family. Only God can accomplish the growth and depth we’ve experienced in these relationships in such a short window of time and we praise him for it! 

As 2020 comes to a close, we look ahead with joy and confidence that the same God who has been faithful in every unforeseen challenge of this year goes before us, preparing the way. We’re also excited to welcome our fourth child in March!

what lies ahead

About two years ago, fresh from life overseas flying a small plane in a small community and adjusting to a very different lifestyle here at Travis, we heard about a unique assignment opportunity in the foreign affairs field. John met someone who had flown the C-12, a little twin-engine turboprop, in Botswana and quickly decided that this was the new dream assignment. Of course, it has sometimes seemed as though there’s a new dream assignment every other week. John is interested in almost everything. Nothing about his Air Force career so far has been very linear or typical. We’re grateful to be in a place where we can look forward to multiple good, interesting and yet very different options.

A little over a year ago, we decided to take some steps in the direction of something a little different, a little adventurous. Recognizing that our pursuit of a foreign affairs track meant swinging the door open wide for any number of potential assignments, we sat in front of a world map and asked the question: “Are we willing to go anywhere?” John completed the language aptitude test and formally applied to the program last fall, then left on another deployment and we waited for news one way or another in the new year.

The answer, when it eventually came in February, was that he did not get accepted. And honestly, we were pretty ok with this. We mapped out what the remainder of our time in California would probably look like. We breathed a sigh of relief to have more time here, in a house we’ve put a lot of work into, with people we know, with a church we love. We had a baby. My parents came for a visit. We stayed up late on their last night here, filling them in on our hopes for the new plan, as far as it depended on us.

The next morning, April 1st, was John’s first day back to work after Ronen’s birth. He went in for the morning and then came home at lunch to say goodbye to my parents before they left for the airport. Sinking into the couch, he broke the news. At the top of his email inbox was his acceptance to the foreign affairs program.

I thought it was a joke. April Fool’s! But this is not the first time that a door we believed to be closed to us has been suddenly flung open. And it’s not the first time we’ve been reminded that our plans are not our own, that “the heart of man plans his way, but the LORD establishes his steps” (Proverbs 16:9). And so in the days and weeks following this unexpected news, we began to prayerfully walk through that open door, revisiting again the many questions and possibilities we’d discussed six months earlier. We ranked locations and languages and prayed for open hands and open hearts to whatever God would have for us.

Our life in the Air Force inherently involves a great deal of change. There’s a lot of waiting and wondering, planning and re-planning, packing and unpacking, building relationships and figuring out how to say goodbye. Waiting for news about a move can feel like you’re driving in the exit lane. Are we leaving? Should I be wrapping things up in this home, in this place, in this season? When we got the news in February that John was not accepted into the program, it felt as though we could finally shift over to the left lane and put on cruise control. We were completely at peace and even excited about staying put for a bit and then, in an instant, April brought the news that we needed to get off the highway immediately.

We asked for this opportunity. We actively pursued it. But the sudden news that we were accepted and the realization of the upheaval to come was received with a mix of emotions: excitement, joy, disbelief, amazement, sadness, uncertainty. If I’m honest, this is the place we find ourselves with every move: looking forward to what lies ahead, and grieving what we leave behind.

At the end of April, we received word about the specifics of our foreign affairs track. And sometimes the crazy, what-if-we-actually-got-this assignment is, in fact, what happens. As far as we know, here’s what lies ahead: at the end of February, we will move just a few hours south to Monterey, California where John will spend a few months at the Naval Postgraduate School before a ten-month program at the Defense Language Institute learning French. After a six-month unaccompanied immersion and a few months in transition for diplomatic training in the D.C. area, we should find ourselves in Botswana come summer of 2022. There, John will fly the C-12 and work as Air Attaché at the United States embassy.

Right now, we’re mostly focused on the transition to Monterey. Our kids are thrilled to live near the ocean—we’ll wait until we’re much closer to the next move before we tell them about Africa. We’re looking forward to a little break from the normal Air Force as John dives back into the academic world. We’re trying to simplify our lives dramatically so that we can fully enjoy this time of living where the largest ocean meets the tallest trees.


It’s still a ways off and completely unlike anything we have ever done, but we’re very much looking forward to Botswana.

Southern Africa has always been close to our hearts. My grandfather visited when I was a child and planted in me the desire to go and see for myself the incredible mission our home church has been apart of for the last century. I went for the first time in high school, then again after graduation with a team that included John.  Thinking it would most likely be my last opportunity to do so, I spent the five months preceding our 2011 wedding back in South Africa. Then in 2012, I returned for an internship as I wrapped up my degree.  In 2017,  John’s brother Stephen and his wife Jessica moved to South Africa as full-time missionaries. Living seven hours away from them in Botswana will be the closest we have ever lived to any family.

When I pause to consider the way that God has orchestrated the details of my life, when I think about the story He may be writing, I can hardly decide between laughter and tears. He is good and He is faithful whether or not we get the news or the assignment or the home we want. He is sovereign over every detail of every move. He is loving and He is kind and He provides abundantly more than we could ever ask or imagine. Never in a million years could I have imagined that I’d find myself back in Africa with John and our children on an Air Force assignment.

And even if everything we think we know changes tomorrow, we trust Him.

2018: A Year in Review

2018 was a year of growth and putting down roots for our family. It’s been a year of settling in- of house projects and building relationships and establishing the rhythms and routines of our life in California.

Early in the new year, John wrapped up training in the KC-10, having enjoyed the challenge of learning a new plane and a completely different mission. During the relatively slow pace of training (i.e., getting to be home every night for a change!), we were able to host a few visitors and take time to explore the greater local area. We’ve wandered farmers markets and busy San Francisco wharfs, bundled up for chilly Pacific beach days, hiked the hills and trails in our town, snuck in some skiing at Lake Tahoe and introduced our children to the wonders of the Sequoias and Yosemite.

Most days, however, we’re close to home. We planted a garden. We have a few backyard chickens. We put up a little playhouse and try to take regular walks to the park in our neighborhood. We’re enormously grateful for a solid church– a community of believers that has been such a source of encouragement, growth, and support over the last year. We’re both involved in the music ministry there and we’ve been able to plug into a few different Bible studies. So much of military life can feel temporary and transient, as we know we’ll only ever be in a given place for two or three years at most. But it’s so important and so worth it to be grounded in this way, to allow ourselves to sink our roots and grow, even if the season is short.

In June, we were able to join the Langley family for one last vacation at the shore house in Ocean City, New Jersey. Building on nearly forty years of family history in that old house, it was a joy and privilege to create new memories there with our own children. There was no shortage of time on the beach, of walks on the boardwalk, of hot, fresh cinnamon donuts, of meals shared on the screened-in porch, of late nights enjoying the company of family. It was surreal and wonderful and bittersweet to have a house so full!

Shortly after we returned from the shore, we got our first taste of deployed life when John headed to the Middle East for two months. He’d previously flown a much smaller aircraft that didn’t serve a direct combat role. Now, the whole reason for all the training, all the preparation, all the equipment, is this: put more gas in the sky to “fuel the fight.” Fighters facing down their Russian counterparts, ground attack aircraft providing top cover for convoys, bombers striking targets, special operations aircraft moving troops in or out, cargo aircraft resupplying them, electronic warfare or airborne command and control – none of these could do their mission without the aerial refueling provided by the tankers.

We realized that for the deployer, other than missing your family, life isn’t so bad – all your needs are met, you get paid more, you have plenty of time for exercise or leisure, and most of the office work is stripped away, leaving only the flying – real, mission-oriented, combat flying. Unfortunately, it’s the families left at home who bear the real burden. Whether sick kids or pets, vehicle breakdowns, home maintenance, medical appointments, evacuating for encroaching wildfires or just breathing their smoke for weeks on end, it all still has to be dealt with, minus a key player. Challenges like these make us all the more thankful for friends and neighbors who generously lend a hand, parents who can take the time to visit, and the internet which allows us to stay connected so much more easily than military families of past generations. We’re also thankful that we haven’t had to do this yet in John’s career – we know many families who have spent literally years apart due to the pace of deployments. Please pray for them, for us, and for our nation as we collectively decide what courses of action to pursue around the world. Unfortunately, the day after John returned from this deployment, we found out he’d be heading out again in two months, this time through the holidays. Having gone the first time as a copilot, this time around he’d be the aircraft commander – a role which, for this particular mission, brings a somewhat heavier sense of responsibility than he’s had in previous aircraft.

Daniel turned four this summer- an occasion he’d been looking forward to for the better part of the last year. We had a simple celebration at home with dinosaurs and donuts and lots of balloons at home, with plenty of photos for daddy in the desert. He’s a very thoughtful, detail-oriented kid with a never ending list of questions. Lately, he spends a lot of time constructing elaborate LEGO creations and collecting all sorts of treasures outside.

Audrey has grown from a babbling baby into a curious, articulate little girl who celebrated her second birthday this summer. She’s very independent and determined. “I can do it MYSELF!” she declares about most everything. She loves yellow, adores dogs and makes up a lot of songs these days.

We’re delighted to welcome a third little Langley to our family this March! Pregnancy has been a little more wearing this time around with two children underfoot and John mostly away, but also strangely fast – we can’t believe how quickly this baby will be here!

The seven weeks John was home this fall between deployments were fast and full of good things! We spent a few days of rest and recovery in Oxnard, California and drove through Big Sur– it’s as beautiful as ever. We visited old friends in San Diego. Kirsten got away for a weekend to visit her best friend Rachel in Denver. We snuck in a couple dates, picked pomegranates, Daniel and Audrey dressed up as llamas for Halloween, and we began meeting with a couple other families for a weeknight small group. Just before Thanksgiving, John left on his second deployment. We’re grateful for a couple weeks spent in Illinois/Wisconsin with family to break up the time for Kirsten and the kids and look forward to a mini postponed Christmas in the new year.

We’re anticipating a year of big change ahead, clinging to this promise in Isaiah 26:3, “You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you.”

our January

It’s been a wonderfully slow start to the new year, thanks in part to a refreshing social media retreat.

The kids and I arrived back in California super early in the morning on December 31st, exhausted but with a renewed appreciation for the 50+ degree difference between winter in Chicago and winter here!

We welcomed 2018 with the Langley family tradition of homemade pretzels and root beer floats, assisted by a very enthusiastic Daniel who wanted every pretzel to be a “D”.  Then, very shortly after putting him to bed, we decided to call it a night ourselves and banked a solid ten hours of sleep (#parenthood). It’s hardly a New Years’ tradition, but it felt fantastic.

The next morning, we gathered with our church family for their Resolution Run and breakfast.  We were not in any way prepared to run a 5k, but were pleasantly surprised to find that not only did it not kill us, we actually enjoyed it.  We should do this more often.

Much of our first week back was spent settling back into our rhythm at home- catching up on laundry, restocking our fridge, trying to find a normal nap schedule again for our kids, jumping back into church activities. The rainy season has technically started, but we’re still enjoying plenty of sunshine, playing in the backyard, and taking walks. All the fields and hills that were dry and brown when we arrived in July are lush and green now, begging to be hiked.

Over the long weekend, we took a mini trip down the coast to San Simeon to see the elephant seals in peak mating and birthing season. Because it’s a little too far for a day trip with kids, we drove down on a Friday evening in time to enjoy the sunset at Pfeiffer Beach. For only a couple weeks a year, the sun sets directly behind this enormous sea arch. While we certainly weren’t the only ones on the beach to enjoy this phenomenon, it was well worth the stop. I think I could watch crashing waves for hours.


The next day, we made our way to the beach first thing to find it packed with thousands of seals, ranging from newborn pups to 5,000 lb, 16 foot adult males. So wild.

DSC00817DSC00814DSC00854Unfortunately, you can’t drive straight through Big Sur right now due to a massive landslide and ongoing road repairs, but even with a 2.5 hour detour, it’s a day well spent.  We enjoyed the drive back north through a mountainous pass and still got to see plenty of the coast, including a stop at McWay Falls, which was as beautiful as ever. As we drove up the 1, I spotted a couple spouts out on the water and we were able to pull over with the binoculars in time to see a few humpback whales on their migration south. We then met up with two different families we knew in Germany for quick visits in Monterey, ending the evening with a walk down Cannery Row and fresh fish tacos before a quiet drive home. We were back in time to get a decent night of sleep before John played piano for church in the morning. Obviously, most days don’t look like this, but the fact that this sort of day is possible from where we live is something we absolutely will not take for granted. I don’t imagine we’ll be bored in the next three or so years, and we aim to spend as much of that time as possible outside!DSC00862



Daniel has become such a little kid. His new favorite phrase is “that’s okay.” Something spills, breaks, falls, Audrey cries, etc., and Daniel says, “that’s okay.” We’re glad he’s suddenly so chill. He’s very imaginative these days, usually pretending to be a lion. He can be very, very committed to the act, especially since lions don’t wear shoes or brush their teeth or do lots of things parents might ask a little boy to do. He still loves books, especially Bill Peat stories. In an effort to reclaim nap time, we’ve begun letting him listen to stories in his bed. Most of the time, he eventually falls asleep, but if nothing else, he’s quiet and enjoying “Frog and Toad” or “Adventures in Odyssey”. He’s been very into these dinosaurs lately. He remembers everything, often surprising me with his recall of something that happened six months ago, or a memory from our life in Germany. In the last month, his interest in letters has really exploded. Also, he’s transitioned to calling us “Mom” and “Dad” much of the time, which makes him seem 12, not 3 1/2.

Audrey is very much a toddler. She’s quite talkative now, regularly surprising us with things we didn’t know she could say. A few days ago, we pulled into our friends’ driveway and she said, “I need to get out.” We had no idea she could string more than two words together. She loves the baby doll she got for Christmas, carrying it around the house wrapped up in her blanket or pushing it around in a second hand stroller we recently snagged off Craigslist. Daniel had a doll at this stage too, but he definitely wasn’t this interested or nurturing! It’s amazing how inborn many of their interests seem to be even in the absence of gender-specific toys. For some reason, Audrey loves her boots, putting them on as soon as she’s freed from her crib in the morning. She likes to ride along on the back of Daniel’s tricycle, disappointed that she can’t reach the pedals yet on her own. She’s a nightmare in shopping carts lately, flexing her will and independence (and lungs) whenever the opportunity arises. She also cut all of her molars this month, so I’m hoping we’re done with teething for a while!

I began another Whole30 mid-January, accepting that all the extra work and quadruple the dishes is a worthwhile trade-off for how good it feels to really, truly nourish my body. At this point, I have a few days left, but I’m not feeling particularly deprived–I feel awesome. For me, focusing on eating well is a keystone habit- one that often leads to the development of multiple good habits- sleep, exercise, time management, my spiritual life, etc. (read this excellent book on habits). I have so much more energy. I enjoyed a two week trial at a local yoga studio, escaping from our house in the quiet, still dark hours to start the day with a class instead of waking up to children who need me immediately. Being up, awake, showered and ready for the day so much earlier meant that we spent more time outside in the mornings, the park all to ourselves. I was more diligent in picking up my Bible each day. In summary, it’s been really, really good for me.

Other things I’m grateful for lately:

  • Plenty of good coffee. Thank you, Whole30, for not banning coffee.
  • Good podcasts (especially while washing all the extra dishes): Risen Motherhood, The God Centered Mom, Journey Women.
  • Planting spring bulbs with the kids. We were really late, but this week we can see green shoots!
  • Audrey’s hair in tiny pigtails for the first time.
  • The addition of these fluffy chicks!

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  • A mantle for our fireplace, built by John in our garage.
  • 8 seasons of Daniel Tiger on Amazon Prime (let’s be real).
  • A schedule that frees me to prioritize relationships and making new friends.
  • The last bit of this sweet, slower paced training season in the KC-10 for John.

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  • Tiny green hummingbirds perched in the redwood trees in our backyard.
  • Open windows. In January.

a deep breath

This month, the lovely Amanda Watters over at Homesong hosted a thoughtful rest  retreat from social media,  a welcome opportunity to step out of the current for a little while for a reset.

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It was so refreshing. I read more. I was so much more productive.  I went to bed earlier. I was acutely aware, particularly during the first week, of how quickly I default to being on my phone. In moments of solitude or waiting or frustration or boredom, it fills the time— but not without cost. A month of lifting my eyes from the pull of a screen served as a gentle reminder that there are far better ways of connecting and communicating and creating. But perhaps most surprising to me was how much slower the month seemed to pass, the time dripping like honey.  I had more time to live my actual life- fully present with our family.

“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives,” wrote Anne Dillard. “What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing.”

These words come to mind often as I consider the rhythm of our days at home.  So much about this season of motherhood can feel tedious and thankless. Nothing stays finished for more than a few seconds—there’s always another load of laundry to fold or dishes to be done or toys to be picked up or groceries to be purchased or meals to be prepared or, most of all, children to pay attention to. Time to pursue friendships or personal interests is extremely limited. It can feel all-consuming. And yet, I believe that there is incredible value to the work I am doing in our home, loving and teaching and equipping these children so that one day, they can be sent out to be light in the dark places of the world.

The days add up so quickly, months melting away into years, my little children becoming not-so-little at an unapologetically fast rate. But for the last month, I felt like I got to enjoy this season in a truer, deeper sense. I feel like I got to catch my breath, free to step back and reevaluate my habits and priorities. I want to spend my days, my life, on things of eternal value. It’s all too easy to get swept away scrolling, squandering quite a lot of time.

Even so, there were certainly elements I missed, and reasons social media will continue to be a part of our lives. We have friends and family spread all over the world that we like to keep up with, even if most of the time “keeping up” might just mean having a general idea of what’s happening in their lives. I missed the ease of communication. I missed the inspiring, creative outlet Instagram can be. But I didn’t miss my phone as an extension of my body, or feeling like there’s not enough time in the day to do the things I want or need to do.

I’m still working out the practicalities, the changes I’d like to see long-term in the way I engage with social media. But what I know for sure is that I want to experience the slow, sweet gift of presence all the time.

So here’s to stepping back into the current, but choosing to swim upstream.


our new home

We’ve been in California for about five months now. It’s been just long enough for the dust to settle–and there has been much, much dust.  It’s enough time to make a new house a home, to be plugged into a great new church, to be able to get around mostly without the crutch of googlemaps. But I suppose I should back up a bit. After all, it’s been five months!

As expected, our first few weeks in California were a blur of move-related tasks: finding a house, a car, picking up the vehicle we shipped from overseas, visiting churches, finding new cell phone providers, in-processing on base, receiving our shipments and unpacking, etc.  As with the move itself, we’re learning that everything takes longer than it takes, particularly when there are two jet-lagged little ones to consider.

Although John traveled back to the states quite a bit for training, it had been a little more than a year and a half for me, which made the differences between our little German  farming village and American suburbia all the more apparent. The roads in our neighborhood are as wide (or wider!) than many four lane stretches of the autobahn. The cars are enormous. There are enormous front lawns and side lawns- how peculiar! The hills surrounding Vacaville are speckled with windmills and cows, which reminds us a bit of the terrain in Germany, except that most everything here is brown, not green. There’s AC! I can read and pronounce all the labels at the grocery store. Complete strangers are so friendly it catches me off guard. At one point, John overheard a couple conversing with their child in English at Chick-fil-a and thought to himself, “Huh, they must be American!”

Housing, particularly with a family, is probably the biggest source of stress in a move like this. Thankfully, we had about three weeks from the time of our arrival before John’s formal training began, and we were hoping to at least have a plan by then! We spent months researching online, but it’s tough to make any real progress on such a major decision without ever seeing a place in person or knowing the area.  We knew the market would be tough. Once again, we were arriving in the middle of peak PCS season- when about a third of the military moves. California is expensive and good places go quickly!

Upon arriving, we were still torn over whether we wanted to rent or buy. Knowing that John will be gone quite a bit and that we’ll be moving again in about three years, the idea of renting was certainly appealing. So we looked around, but realized that we wouldn’t actually be able to rent a place in decent condition with enough space that also allowed our dog at a rate even close to our housing allowance. We’re also growing tired of paying someone else’s mortgage.  We had been praying that God would open the right doors as we walked through this process, trusting him to provide the right home for our family.  And ultimately, with the house we ended up purchasing, it seemed like door after door was flung open wide.

We had narrowed down our options and decided to submit an offer on this house. It was in great shape in a very good location with a big back yard, especially for California. Our realtor warned us that it would go quickly, so we decided to come back and take one more look short-notice just to be really sure. We were sitting in the car waiting for our realtor to arrive when I noticed a family leaving the house with their dog and mentioned to John, “Hey, they have a German Shepherd, too.”

John decided to say hi and completely hit it off. He ended up talking with the owner for over an hour about the house, the neighborhood, the area, churches–everything. The owner told us their bottom line and said they’d accept an offer at that price immediately. We were floored. Who does this? We came in at just above the price and even though someone else made a significantly higher offer that same day, they accepted ours, telling us that they’d prayed about it and wanted us to have the house.  John worked alongside them on several little repair projects that needed to be done before we moved in. Our loan was processed faster than any the office had ever seen, which meant we were able to close in half the time. We shared an amazing Mexican dinner with them downtown the night before they left.

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Our realtor remarked that this transaction was really unlike anything he’d ever seen and that “good things happen to good people.” But we were able to share that we serve a good, good God who loves us and provides for our every need. Every step of this big, intimidating process was marked by His clear leading and abundant blessing. We are so thankful to call this house our home and look forward to the life we’ll share here for the next few years. Come visit us!


Auf Wiedersehen!

Never before has time passed so quickly. In six days, we’ll be on the long, long flight from Frankfurt to San Francisco. I seriously underestimated how all-consuming this moving process is, especially with two little ones. We thought, as evidenced by the yoga mats and resistance bands and stack of books and board games we kept with us, that this last month after the bulk of our possessions shipped off would be slightly less crazy. Needless to say, all of those things have been untouched.

My thoughts, for the better part of the last six months, have been a swirling, jumbled mess, partially captured in bullet points on my phone and messily scrawled notes in my calendar margins. The combination of multitasking and small children and sleep deprivation has left me wondering if I can actually complete a coherent sentence at all, let alone finish a blog post before everything I had to say is so outdated, it’s essentially irrelevant. Finding the time and space to write feels impossible, or at best, an indulgence when I should really be optimizing nap time to organize suitcases or catch up on laundry. And yet, this is important. In some small way, it feels like a means of bringing order to the chaos and preserving the last little bit of our life here in Germany.

So here’s a little recap of the month:

Four weeks ago, with half a day’s notice, our movers came four days early and crated up nearly all of our possessions to be shipped across the ocean.  This was not at all according to plan, or in line with any of the documents we had signed with the correct dates. We’re so grateful for friends who kept our children for the day so we could pull it off.


Three weeks ago, John flew his final flight in the C-21. Per tradition, we met him on the flight line with champagne and hoses to spray him down- a welcome relief on a particularly hot day in a tiny jet. Daniel wore his “daddy suit” with pride.


Because John is done flying, we actually have weekends available. We spent our sixth anniversary and Father’s Day hiking in the Alps. We’ve taken six trips to Switzerland in three years and if we were to do it all over again, we’d try to go more.


After our weekend in Switzerland, we had dinner at the little German restaurant in our old village to say goodbye to our old neighbors—the people who watched our dog and chatted over the fence and offered advice on German washing machines and the like. They were the first to visit us the day we brought Daniel home from the hospital, brand new parents on our own in a brand new country. It’s been a year and half since we left that village, but schnitzel on the patio and a walk on our old stomping grounds made these three years seem impossibly fast.

Later that week, we shipped our Jeep back to the States; we’ll pick it up in Los Angeles in a couple months. I sold just about all of our 220V appliances and worked on organizing our unaccompanied baggage, which was picked up right before our move-out. This shipment is sent via air, so it arrives faster and is useful for sending things like sheets and towels and pots and pans- things we needed until the last minute here and will want as soon as possible upon finding a house in California. We spent the next weekend in Paris, a quick two hour train ride for three days of pain au chocolates.


The following week, the last of the month, our unaccompanied baggage shipped, our temporary furniture was picked up, and we had a day to clean our house and get our remaining bags to a friends’ place for temporary storage. We turned in our keys, spent a quick night at their house, then flew out July 1st to Berlin for the long holiday weekend.  Oh, and Audrey is one! We’ve been almost too busy to think about anything other than the logistics of moving and travel. We might have to wait to celebrate once we’re semi-settled at a friends’ home in California.


We returned from Berlin on the 4th and went directly to our temporary housing on base, which is unexpectedly nice. Our accommodations upon arriving in Germany were a bit rough, but with two kids on the way out, we have a three bedroom apartment with a washer and dryer in the unit and a park just out the back!  We’re pleasantly surprised and thankful.  This last week is full of goodbyes and meals with friends and last minute out-processing details. John is still pretty busy running errands around base, and I’m trying to maintain some sort of “normal” for our kids.

This season is hard. We’ve wanted to soak it all in- eating on the patio, taking late summer evening walks, squeezing in weekend trips, treasuring time with friends who have been our family here–but we also cannot wait for this season to be behind us. We wish we could fast forward a few months through all the upheaval and waiting and resettling. It’s hard to stay present in this very temporary, transient season when piece by piece, our life here is disappearing.

As I explained to Daniel, “We’re going to get a new house in a new place, a new car and a new bed. We’re going to get a new church and new friends and Daddy is going to get a new plane….” It’s a lot. It’s a lot for an almost three year old, and it’s a lot for us, too.

We trust that there are good things ahead. We have much to look forward to. But right now, when we slow down enough to think about this transition, we are mostly sad. Twenty one countries together, some incredibly unique flying opportunities for John, two houses, two children, a solid church community—this has been an amazing assignment.

“Auf Wiedersehen” literally means “until we see again”. And we hope so. We really do.

the next move

On this day in 2014 (which I know because we keep a little perpetual calendar, not because I’m that good with dates), we received our first choice assignment out of pilot training: C-21s to Ramstein Air Base, Germany. We blinked, and it’s almost over.

Two children, two houses and twenty countries later, we’re wrapping up our final months here. We’ve been waiting and wondering almost since that amazing night three years ago about what would come after this season. Getting an assignment at the end of pilot training is an anxiety inducing process shrouded in a lot of speculation and hopeful dream sheets and competition and the needs of the Air Force. And for most people, that’s it – on that night, you basically find out what plane (and accompanying mission, bases, lifestyle, etc.) you’ll fly for your Air Force career.

That’s not the case for the C-21. This plane is a “white jet”, not a major weapons system (MWS include tankers and cargo planes). It’s a unique, single tour assignment of flying all over Europe transporting DVs and performing small cargo and aeromedical missions.  John has loved it, tiny cockpit and all.  He’s flown to 36 countries over the last three years, but he’s also usually home each night. We really don’t even understand how good this season has been because we have not yet seen the other side – namely, longer trips and deployments.

Our hope was for another overseas assignment. We’d been thinking about what it might be like to live near Tokyo or on Okinawa, in England or Alaska or Hawaii. Unfortunately, there were simply no overseas options available to us at this time. Our first stateside choice was to Travis AFB, nestled right between San Francisco and Sacramento, and it’s there we’ll be moving this summer for John to fly the KC-10. 

If we’re honest, we are perhaps just as happy and in some ways relieved to be moving back to California. Redwoods! National parks! The ocean! Hikes! Food! We don’t have to think about 8-12 hour time differences or super expensive flights or language barriers. These past few weeks have been filled with a lot of time on googlemaps: distance to Yogurtland, to Trader Joe’s, the beach, Yosemite, Lake Tahoe, Los Angeles, etc. Our families are excited. We’re excited.


And a little sad. I’m writing on a grey, drizzly day that smells like earth and green and spring. The long, dark winter seems to have passed and our flower beds are about to bloom with tulips and crocuses and daffodils.  I’m sitting in front of big windows overlooking a great expanse of nothing—open fields, forests, the occasional deer or children flying a kite. It’s quiet. It’s peaceful. We really love it here, and we’re a little apprehensive about all the uprooting and replanting we’ll be doing in the next few months.

We’ll leave Germany for California mid-July. Until then, you’ll find us taking a great, deep breath, savoring the beauty of where we are right now and also thinking about the need to re-home our houseplants.