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  • Writer's pictureJennifer Stewart

Love Language

I know I’ve talked about my husband on this blog several times before… a complete woodworking master, an artist at heart. The “wow” factor kind of guy. The one that spends his entire Saturday building a slip and slide out of a trampoline, folding table and tarp for his kids. The kind of guy that builds me a dining room table bench out of my parents old 1970's dresser. And in this particular case, the guy that gets a bunch of free crates from work and builds a gigantic playhouse for his kids. I’m often blown away by his magic and where his brain goes when he creates such amazing places, spaces and things.


This weekend I happened to sell the gigantic playhouse out of crates. I sold it because we’re moving and my husband was not interested in taking it with us… so I was inspired to post it on Facebook Marketplace. Not knowing how anyone in their right mind would transport it (I had not thought that far in advance) but was convinced that someone would want this incredible playhouse in their own backyard to play in. Within a day of it being advertised, I got several folks interested… but the first person happened to be a new mom. A new mom of an adopted 3-year-old girl. And she politely asked if we would bring it to her and build it on her property. OMG! I had to find a way to ask my husband… in a way where he wouldn’t be upset with me. For a.) Trying to sell it and b.) selling it and then having to take It down and rebuild it again for someone else. SO MANY VARIABLES TO OVERCOME AS A WIFE!!! After a week of convincing him to do this… the lady and I agreed on a price and a day that we would come to her house and build. It happened to be this last Saturday. We drove an hour there and an hour back and it poured down rain the whole day… and my incredible talented loving husband spent the entire day loading, unloading, building, rebuilding, and building again for this little sweet girl. And I could NOT be more in love with him because of It…


So in honor of him and this sweet little white playhouse made out of crates… I am Inspired by a Sweet Vanilla Cold Brew Coffee recipe. If you know anything about my husband, he is a Cold Brew King!!! I am so thrilled to share this delicious and refreshing recipe with you, but more importantly, share it with my husband! Enjoy!

An afternoon summer drink
Coconut Vanilla Iced Coffee with Coffee Whip





1 Cup (240 mL) strong pour-over coffee

3 Cups unsweetened coconut milk beverage

2 Tsp Pure Vanilla Extract

¼ Cup Hot Water

¼ Cup Granulated Sugar

2 Tsp Espresso Powder




1.      Pour the brewed coffee into an ice cube tray and freeze. In a pitcher, combine the coconut milk and vanilla. Store in the fridge until ready to use.

2.     In a large bowl, add the water, sugar and espresso powder and whip with an electric hand mixer (or I used a Kitchen Aid Mixer) for 4 - 5 minutes or until soft peaks form. Alternatively, you could also whip it by hand using a whisk which will take about 8 - 12 minutes.

3.     To serve, add the coffee ice cubes to a glass. Fill half the cup with the vanilla milk, and top the other half with whipped coffee*. Stir and enjoy.


A little something about my husband, he loves ALL music. This guy can remember songs like NOBODY’S BUSINESS. Songs from the 80’s. Songs from the 90’s. Rap songs, Country songs, Indie Rock Songs, Techno Songs… He makes fun of me all the time because I always get the lyrics wrong to songs, but I find it funny that he remembers the words to EVERY song!! This next pairing is an artist I am beyond excited to share... He’s famous from the hit show, Yellowstone; Ryan Bingham is an incredible talent. And his song, Where My Wild Things Are… is just beautiful. This song takes you into the wilderness of isolation, which is exactly where my husband is the happiest. (Outside of building things for his kids) In the wilderness… isolated. With his fishing pole. And a little cold brew in his hand. Ryan sings all about it…



I write about my family a lot in this blog… my son, my daughter, my husband, my sister, my parents… it’s the closest connection to myself while I cook in my kitchen and listen to inspiring music. My love language. And when I think about my husband… building is where he feels the most connection to his family. It’s his love language. The very first thing he ever built me was a porch swing... our first Christmas together. And it was that day that I knew I would be with him for always. Whether its water slides, porch swings, dog beds, barn doors, a dining room table and bench, or a beautiful white playhouse made out of crates... this guy's love language is everything to this family. And I feel so very lucky. Thank you Pick Up Limes and Ryan Bingham for your love language too.

a crafted playhouse made out of crates
Sweet Little White Playhouse


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