Category: Blessings

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Lake Front Property

If you’ve been around a while–around this blog, I mean–then you may remember a post about our silly, floody house–that all the kids grew up in. If you need a refresher here’s the very post.

At any rate–I recently found this picture of old Daney-boy doing a heroic dive and slide–on our front lawn–to prove to his posterity that we did indeed survive a couple of pretty terrific floods. What you’re missing is how much of that water was pouring into our basement window at the very same time. After a while we learned to set everything downstairs on 2 x 4’s so when the next down pour came along–it couldn’t mercilessly soak all my stuff—from the ground up.

Well, that is–except my kids.

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So-So Grateful…

for a sweet, clever daughter that can add her own twist to a fashion statement.

for an “Uncle Dane” that can take a few simple props and turn them into a magic castle tent for Chompy.

that my hand is healing very nicely…thank you. Now where’s that crochet hook?

that a smile from this little dude can soothe an achy heart.

that a good book at bedtime is still a wonderful diversion.

that my sister is doing that “happily ever after” thing.

to come to this beautiful place with all 5 of my dear children…who aren’t actually children…anymore.

that someday…someday…I will take such a picture again.

Please, please share what you’re grateful for this fine day. I’ll add them to the Gratitude List AND in the quote rotator on the side bar. We’re nearly at 300 now–help us get to a 1000 “Things To Be Grateful For!”

 

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Check

This moment…

A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from our lives.

A simple, special, memorable moment.

A moment I want to pause, savor and keep close to my heart.

If you are inspired to do the same–leave us a link in the comments.

Happy Saturday my friends…

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Goodbye My Boy

This…my sweet “Bald Kid” is leaving us now, for the Missionary Training Center for three months–then on to Siberia–for two years.

I’m deeply proud of his willingness to serve, but—

oh, the ache in my heart.

Behind him it feels as if he’s left a huge gaping hole with no bottom.

The absence of him is in every corner of every room…socks–his socks…. bananas–he loves bananas… his aftershave… his car keys… his Viking quilt… and his kitty that can’t find him–anywhere.

Many moms are so-so perfect at this “sending them off into the great adventurous unknown” to work and serve and grow up. But, as you might expect, I’m not so good at it. Fact is—I’m a blubbering wreck.

I wander around the rooms and think, “I’m not ready for this. No. It’s happening too fast. I need more time…”

More time.

And yet, somehow I’m quite certain we will survive the away-ness of my baby boy–for the next two years–but…

I think…

just barely.

Be brave, and well and happy in your new world my dear, sweet boy, and know that our love and prayers and such a piece of your Mama’s heart are going with you…

till we’re together again.

 

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Wise Woman of the Mountain

When you’re a little lady, with an even littler purse—somedays, it’s quite a dilemma to figure out just what to put in the darn thing. It’s a very important decision, after all.

I mean, seriously, what essentials of life does a smarty pants pack when the journey could be long and space is so supremely limited–I ask you?

Ahhhhhhh-HUhhhhh.

Sugar. Snap. Peas.

Who knew?

Enlightening.

Live long and prosper.