Meet Jordan

Welcome friends! Sit your backside right down. I’m Jordan.

Marriage is hard. Parenting is hard. Momming is hard. Following Christ is hard. Sanity is so hard. And it is impossible to do it all alone. If you hear nothing else from this blog, let it be this: I do not have it figured out. I mess this “life” thing up A LOT. But may this always be a safe place to admit that.

This is my husband, Clark. He likes to coach football and organize things. That’s not a joke. His eyes aren’t nearly as close together as this picture suggests. I once thought we were exactly the same, and then we got married and became roommates and I found out everything I thought I once knew were ALL LIES. {This picture is part of our fake engagement photo shoot… and is a joke. Just to be clear.}

We were really cool before we had kids...

Meet Baby#1: Charlee Kate. Five-years-ago, she burst into this world in all her 3 lb, 7 oz. glory and rocked my world. That first child is a GAME. CHANGER. She is sensitive and smart, thoughtful and gentle. She amazes me and challenges me. God gave her to me to reveal how much I needed Him. Read her birth story here.


Meet Baby #2: Hattie Jo. She is hilarious and joyful. She asks me questions that don’t make sense and gets embarrassed when people laugh at her. She wants to be a Mommy someday more than anything so that she can “go to the grocery store by [her]self” and “do the dishes.” I fully intend to exploit that in 5-10 years.


Meet Baby #3: Hayes Stanton. This child is going to give me a run for my money. He is strong-willed and will throw a mean fit, yet is the biggest Momma’s boy. He will probably suck his paci til he’s 15, but I don’t even care — which, as it turns out, is my current life motto: I don’t even care. Want to wear a toboggan to McDonald’s when it’s 93 degrees outside? Accidentally flashed the whole restaurant while nursing at Chili’s? Throwing a fit on the floor of the grocery store? I DON’T EVEN CARE.



Don’t be fooled by this picture … Clark was seething at the fact that we were taking family pictures and mosquitos were eating us alive. Our photographer is much better at taking pictures than we are.


If there were ever a time of refining in my life, it is now. There is nothing like marriage and children to point out all the crap you need to deal with. I am constantly sitting in front of blow torch and just TAKING IT while God melts it all away: my selfishness, my worldliness, my need for approval, my competitiveness.

But then he also offers me sweet relief. He offers peace. He offers grace as I figure out that my identity is not found in perfection and having it all figured out, but in laying myself down to serve others — which is motherhood, isn’t it?

So may this be a place where we can all stop pretending. Stop comparing. Stop competing. Stop measuring. I just want us to love the hell out of each other. Literally. Let’s love away the hell in each other’s lives, because we all have a little bit. This life, these long days with our little ones, it’s way too short to do anything else.