Happy Sabbath Everyone!
{ Possibilities }
“One of the great teachings of the Man of Galilee, was that you and I carry within us immense possibilities. In urging us to be perfect as our Father in Heaven is perfect, Jesus was not taunting us or teasing us. He was telling us a powerful truth about our possibilities and about our potential. It is a truth almost too stunning to contemplate.”
~Spencer W. Kimball
364 Days~ Left
Today–we are celebrating the beginning of the official count DOWN for my sweet boy in Siberia. Yes, yes–hard to believe for some people–not his mother–but this cute fellow left us exactly one year ago yesterday.
He is working hard and loving every second of his experience, but ooooh–we miss him so much! So, in celebration–we nibbled on bananas–one of his favorite fruits and looked at his pictures and told stories about him. A lovely way to spend and evening, I must say.
I’ve put a count down on the left side of the blog so that I can keep an eye on the days and time and even the temperature in his country. Last week it was a whopping -47 degrees. Yes, I said 47 below zero. That should make us all grateful for what ever winter weather we have–don’t you think? Me…I’m just thrilled out of my mind happy to finally be on the down side of this adventure…
because…I miss this handsome face, and because
crybabies make dreadful missionary moms.
There. I said it.
366…365…364…
:}
I’ve Noticed Something…
Now that the wedding flowers are all hung up to dry…
and the tuxedo has been sent back to the shop…
and the last of the boy clothes have been packed up…
I’m missing a few things, you know, like crazy singing in the shower–in some strange foreign tongue–early in the morning…
and a guy razor always, always left out for me to put away–at odd times of the day…
and the goofy clothes dropped beside the hamper…ahem–instead of in it.
See that? Not even one single whisker to wash out of the sink. Sheesh.
In fact it’s altogether too quiet and too tidy and too…too…well...girly around here right now.
Of course, I’m really happy for him.
And certainly I’m really proud of him.
But mostly, I’m really, really, really missing him.
Congratulations my darlings–
Happy Honeymoon!
Doing Nothing
Yesterday–since I was staying home from church, tending Miss Chompy Sniffles, it ended up being one of those put-your-feet-up, kick-back-in-the-chair sort of days where it kinda feels good to sit and do a little bit of, you know…
nothing.
I could have made some serious headway on the baby’s ripple blanket, but alas…
it was too much of something, to fit into the category of…
nothing.
I really thought about catching up on some light reading, but again–too important to be considered–
nothing. So they just sat there staring at me.
I thought, for a while, about baking something poofy and warm that would make the house smell like Snow White’s cottage in the forest, but it was too much trouble, and…
well, you get the picture.
There are just some times when it has to be ok to sit back and soak it all in and let everything else be big and important and necessary, on another day.
Believe me, it felt just lovely, thank you very much.