. . . and then some more . . . More life. More Jesus.

The Familiarity of the New

Did I mention I love springtime?

Today as I continued the “rolling my lawn” process, I got to bask in the sunshine and in the loud silence that my earplugs provide (so I don’t go deaf from the loud engine). And I was reminded of the joys of last summer. I got excited to be approaching a new season in this beautiful rural land from a more experienced circumstance. I mean that this will be our second spring here, so I know the fun stuff I have to look forward to. As I drive past the sprouting daffodils and budding lilacs, I know what they will be. And I can anticipate all of the overgrowth in the woods which will bring with it lots and lots of blackberries (I hope) along with much poison ivy and thorny things. So I’ll be more prepared this time — to soak it all in as it comes, and to kill the dreadful poison as it makes itself known.

Usually I am one who loves and thrives on newness. But this year I am really enjoying the comfort and security of knowing what to expect from the spring and the summer — long days playing and working outside with my kids. Playing bocce ball with my husbnad. Pulling lots and lots of weeds. Watching the bunnies eat my strawberries and then trying to figure out how to beat them to the perfectly ripe one.

I can’t wait! And I’m loving the wait. All at the same time. 🙂

Look at how much fun we had last summer!

I Love This Yard

This week marks the one-year anniversary of our official move to Moreland. Not quite a town, no zipcode of its own, but a way-out-in-the-country little community which our family has grown to love.

There is so much to love about this place. Franklin Township Elementary School and all 150 or so students and teachers. The beautiful rolling hills that constantly scream out God’s creative majesty. Listening to the clippety-cloppety Amish buggies rolling by as we eat dinner with the windows open. Mowing the lawn. And, as of today, I can add to this list the joy of rolling my lawn (see picture above). You see, a short twelve months ago, I had no idea that there was even such a thing as rolling a lawn. And now, not only do I know about it, but I know first-hand HOW it is done! I also know, as of this evening, how to get a riding lawn mower unstuck from a muddy lawn (Calmly turn the mower off before walking inside your home, and lovingly tell your husband you got stuck in the mud. Then, when he tells you the ground is still too soft to be rolling the lawn if you’re getting stuck in the mud, smile innocently and grab the camera before following him outside to “help him”.) And I love my new knowledge. Mostly because I love to mow my lawn. There’s just something about driving on the grass that is so fun!! And it’s so beautiful! This is what I get to look at while I mow . . .
I’m so glad we live here!!

Ok, just so you don’t think I’m a total nerd, I still love Starbucks and Target.

But here’s one more look at our backyard . . .

Ain’t it purty?!?

Grandparents Weekend

So a few weeks ago, my mom and dad invited the kids for the weekend after Easter. That would be the weekend that just passed. And when I say “the kids” I mean both of mine and all three of my sister’s. That would be five kids, two grandparents, a brand new house and four very happy adult children who would drop off their children for two whole days!

What a blessing to have parents that want to and can spend time with their grandkids making memories and building forever bonds! And oh, the memories they made. Like going to the zoo. And being the first overnight guests in my parents’ brand new house. And my eldest eating Chinese food with chopsticks. What fun! And the youngest daughter’s first injury-induced trip to the emergency room for a split lip. (Praise God no stitches were needed!) Those memories will last a good, long time, no doubt.

What a blessing to live close enough to our parents that stuff like that can happen!

Not to mention the refreshment I felt as we drove them home yesterday after picking them up. And the escape that my husband and I got to experience as we watched a movie on the big screen (10,000 B.C.) for the first time since … um … I think Charlotte’s Web was the last movie I saw at the theater. (Wow! That’s sad, huh? Good thing we have Netflix.)

As the weekend began, I found myself anxious for time away from my normal routine. I thought, at first, it was the time away from my children that I was wanting and needing. But I came to realize that, like most people, I just looked forward to a bit of relief from my normal routine of life. Recalling the longing I had, just seven years ago, for a routine that included children of my own, I was struck with the reality that the grass usually seems greener in somebody else’s yard. Seven years ago, I was so anxious for those endless weekends of getting up early, countless hours of watching Disney movies instead of my own. And the abounding joy of sharing life with my own offspring, teaching, laughing, wiping noses and all. And now, seven short years later I often seek time away from that routine. Maybe that’s what McDonald’s was talking about — “we do deserve a break today.” But just a break. Because I wouldn’t have it any other way — my children bring so much fun to my life. So much excitement and love of life. What a blessing they are! Truly.

So here I am on Monday. Thankful for my routine. And thankful for time away from it. Enjoying each moment I’m given when I’m given it. And enjoying my children even more because of my awesome parents who had the foresight to see that we all needed a break this weekend.

Thanks, Mom and Dad. Now it’s your turn for the break! 🙂