Í einhverju nostalgíukasti ákvað ég að grafa upp þennan vettvang. Síðast þegar ég krotaði nokkur orð hér var Covid í hávegum og aðeins tveimur árum lokið af Noregsdvölinni okkar. Getur það verið? Það fylgir því undarleg tilfinning að horfa inn um alla þessa litlu glugga fortíðarinnar og heyra raddir ólíkra útgáfa af sjálfri mér segja frá lífinu og löngu liðnum…
View Post“Hey, princess! You coming?” “Yes, dinosaur! I’m coming!” “Let’s climb that mountain over there. I’m sure the treasure is hidden under that big rock.” “Yes, but I have to pick these flowers first. They make everything better..” They were playing and there were no limits to their imagination. The living room was their canvas and it was both beautiful and…
View PostI’ve been feeling that familiar itching in my fingers lately to put some words down, thoughts, wonderings, anything. Our story is happening right now. Each day is a new chapter, and I don’t want to forget it. I don’t want it to pass by and be gone like a whisper in the wind. I want to remember it. Paint it…
View PostI love it when you head out the door for a normal walk with your family and it turns into this incredible adventure seeking journey. Especially when it actually took an hour to get everyone dressed and out the door, tears and all, and even those who didn’t want to go in the first place ended up having the greatest…
View PostDear blog,thank you for screaming my name when I’m supposed to be studying for my final exam. A distraction is always appreciated. Later it will be the vacuum. Dear little bird,thank so much for your beautiful song right outside my window. You are making my day with your tweets and your singing. If my daughter was here, she would run…
View PostDo you know that feeling when you have put your children to bed and you just sit there, marveling at these peaceful little miracles that happen to be yours and you just start crying? Well, that happens to me at least twice a week. Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones, I don’t know, but sometimes I’m just overwhelmed by these little…
View PostIt used to be easy for me to sit down and write a few words. I’ve been feeling all kinds of feelings lately and it has driven be back to hitting the keys on my computer, forming something other than school related material. As I write this I here the most precious voices laughing and talking outside and yes, here…
View PostVið hlaupum að kirkjunni. Droparnir hrynja niður af himnum og mála listaverk á bláa kjólinn minn. Ég tel börnin, eitt, tvö, þrjú. Eiginmaðurinn lagar bindið með blómamunstrinu. Síðan höldum við af stað, trítlum inn kirkjugólfið og komum okkur fyrir á fremsta bekk. “Hvað er að gerast?” spyr eldri sonur minn. “Það er eitthvað rómantísk að gerast”, svara ég. Og rómantískt…
View PostOk, I’ll be honest. It suddenly hit me. All the changes. And I’ve been hiding. The last three weeks have passed me by in a haze. Packing up and moving to Norway. Getting here. Having our stuff arrive, finally. Filling the apartment with boxes we can’t even unpack because we don’t have space. The boys starting kindergarten in a new…
View PostTen days ago we said goodbye to Iceland for now. I am a little bit amazed how quickly we were able to pack our whole life and move it across the sea. Norway has only been good to us so far. My parents came with us to help us and we spent the first week with them in an airbnb…
View PostI decided to start this day by sitting down with my cup of coffee and write a few words into the void. Needless to say, it did not go as planned and I only got through the first sentence. Life has been kind of crazy for us these past weeks and we are either playing hide and seek in between…
View PostÞað er allt að gerast. Lítil prinsessa verður 1 árs á morgun og fyrsta barnið sem gerði mig að móður fyrir 5 árum á afmæli á föstudaginn. Litla systir mín giftist draumaprinsinum á laugardaginn var og það var stórkostlegt. Dásemd. Yndislegt út í gegn. Þvotturinn er bókstaflega að taka yfir heimilið og ég get núna sagt ykkur að eftir rúman…
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