i hadn’t been blogging long at all when i found edie. as many of you, i fell in love with her instantly. her love of her people, her uber cool home with a turqoise kitchen and her passion for the written word drew me in hook line & sinker. she’s such a full package of goodness. she’d share about MAC and her girls, how to cook a slab of meat to flirt with her hubby and her crush on c.s.lewis. ya’ll she’s the homecoming queen of the blog world. i’m not even lying.
i marveled at how she got so much done in a day. homeschooling her youngest and just everything else. i loved how she blogged real life. and i knew she was real & she was good people. you know? i have always respected and cherished the art of transparency. the realness of being who you are at the grocery store and then the same person on a website. i know not all blogs have that ( the let’s share it all approach) as their goal & that’s absolutely aok. i promise. but i love love love the ones that share a yummy recipe one day, how to buy jeans the next and then the depths of their heart on a random wednesday. that my friends is my edie girl.
late november of 2010 i reached out & asked her to share her day on my blog. just share how she did what she managed to do in the same amount of hours i had each day because goodness gracious i was certain her day must have 6 extra hours. i posted that on december 2nd. in less than three weeks the unimaginable happened. her entire home burned to the ground.
i personally consider edie’s story of survival after that horrific event perhaps the most inspirational and powerful real-life beauty from ashes story i’ve ever know…in real life anyways. there’s been times in my life when faced with tragedy i pulled back. it’s the rawest of the raw to share your story while in the midst. 20-20 hindsight & the ability to share once we’ve crossed through the valley is hard enough, but to share while you’re still walking through the fire, that’s a rare and forcible feat that truly inspires.
you wanna know the thing about edie and that horrific day. she’s still the same bubbly, charming, rich hearted gorgeous woman as she was that day weeks before when she wrote that post for me. that wretched fire, it didn’t burn her. it did not take the laughter from her. it didn’t take the passions and love out of her heart. she’s not a pissed off woman. she’s not bitter and unable to use that chapter of her life to mold even more distinctly the woman she is today, 3 years later. you’d never look at her & think, wow, she’s lived through heartache.
i pulled up to her home last week and smiled. i smiled as i looked at what stands there now. a jaw-dropping, beautiful testimony to what she rebuilt. a breeze was gently blowing off the lake & nary a cloud in the sky. the front door was open as i hollered “EDIE!! I”M HERE!!” big hugs to follow by my friend who shares the same cowboy boot obsession as i. the pizza dough had been rising all morning & we were soon to eat her honey garlic pizza. i would soon discover that pizza was one of the best things i’ve ever tasted. in my whole life. well of course.
as we sat there with conversation as natural & easy as you’d expect from a life long friend, the thoughts of the rebuilding would float in & out of my stream of thought. the rebuilding, not only of brick & mortar, but of all the emotional resolve that must follow after tragedy. the settling in of what lies ahead. we chatted about our men and our children, golden retrievers and shoes and it would hover overhead…the knowing of where she’s been and truth be told, where she’s going. edie’s gifts of hospitality and genuineness are going to continue to blow you away. away my friends. that’s all i can say right now. but let me just tell you one more thing, it’s a priceless rare gift to know and be known in a friendship. while edie invites us into her home virtually with effortless grace, she’s exactly that & so much more in the flesh. i value that quality and i pray that i am the same in my corner of the world.
i have a handful of fun images of her home. but goodness knows a post about edie & her home can not occur all in one. as much as i wanted to act like a weirdo freak and snap a million of my own images of her world, her BH&G worthy world, i used some restraint. i mean stevie was there some of the time & i didn’t want to appear like the weird fanatic blog stalker that i can be. so i was much cooler than that.
so stay tuned…
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and through the rivers, they shall not overflow you:
when you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned;
neither shall the flame kindle on you.
isaiah 43. 2