My kids are back from Grandma’s and the house feels normal again. I missed them. They had so much fun at Grandma’s. She threw Luke a second birthday party, as I’m told she did back in November for Natalie (I was in the hospital and quite ill). She even made Luke his Minecraft cake, and that makes me happy. I was upset that I wasn’t able to make it for him, because I know how much it meant to him. So it was nice to see that Grandma was able to do it. They were able to get some swimming in too. They had a fun weekend.
So this afternoon they are just playing and relaxing, kind of low key. I was putting away some laundry and Natalie came to me and said that she was crying “happy cries”. When I asked her why, she said it was because today was the best day ever. I guess she missed us too.
Friday afternoon, Luke was home with me, and we had gone around the block, and then played at the park at the end of our street. He played on the monkey bars, and then we swung on the swings. We chatted a bit. Nothing exciting or out of the ordinary. But then he grabbed my phone to tell me “this is the best park day ever.”
So in the course of a few days, both my children have expressed to me that they are happy, without any provocation. I can’t really fully express how happy that makes me. We have all been through a very rough time as a family this past year, each in our own ways. But this past week God has really shown me (through my own children, especially) how truly faithful He really is to strengthen us, to grow us, and to bless us with what we need and more.
Today is Memorial Day, and I thought I should write a post about that, and what it means, but this is all I’ve got. What I I want to say is that I am so thankful to all the men and women who put their lives on the line so that people like us can enjoy the freedoms we have. Freedom to play, swim, eat cake. Freedom to be a family. Freedom to be Christians. Thank you to all our veterans. Whether killed in active duty or not, each one of you made a choice to fight for the rest of us, knowing you may never come home. And for that, we should all be grateful.
What freedoms are you grateful for? Did someone you know die for our country? Please, share with us here on my blog (not on my FB post, as that is not accessible by everyone). I pray you all are having a blessed day and enjoying your freedom!
I took a nap today. A long nap. A Gilligan’s Island nap. You got it: I slept for 3 hours. My body must be doing some serious healing if it lets me sleep that long in the middle of the day. The thing about sleeping that hard is I have some wacky dreams. And if I could remember any of them I would tell you what they were. But alas, at the moment I’ve got nothin’.
When I awoke from my power nap, I realized the Tigers game was already in progress, and turned it on so I could watch while I made lunch and folded laundry. Mike does most of the washing and drying because the machines are down in the basement, and I do the folding and putting away. But since he was so busy taking care of me and my normal duties after I had surgery, he had gotten a little behind. And yesterday, he got caught up. (Are you bored yet? Just wait, it gets better) So today I had SIX very full baskets of laundry to fold. And while I folded, the Tigers went 13 innings and lost the game with a pitcher’s balk. (Okay, I lied, it didn’t get any better.)
Dinner was a treat. Mike grilled steaks and baked potatoes. My daughter, the semi-picky eater, loves steak, so it’s nice to see her enjoy her food. Luke likes steak too, but he would often prefer meatloaf. I thoroughly enjoyed my steak and potato, joined by a warm bottle of Budweiser Black Crown. And after we ate, we played.
Luke was given a Crazy Forts set for his birthday, which is kind of like a giant Tinker Toy set. Since Luke is grounded from video games, he has been building forts. Natalie helps too, and it’s so refreshing to see them playing and building something together. And after they build it, they crawl in and out of it, and they have a blast! When they’re done, they take it all apart and put it back in the box. Best toy ever.
After the fort-building Natalie pulled some books off the shelf and pretended to read. The books were John Grisham’s The Client, and a collection of Sherlock Holmes’ mysteries. In the past she has said she wants to be a doctor, so I reminded her of that and said it was good that she learns to read long books early, to prepare her for medical school. She says she wants to be a surgeon, one that works on knees (Grandma Deb just had a total knee replacement and we’ve been praying for her. Natalie is fascinated, as usual.)
I asked Luke if he knew what he wanted to be when he grows up. His answer? A WWE Wrestler.
Today we got a call from my son’s teacher. He was in trouble for fighting. We teach our kid the rules about fighting, and he is well aware of what you are not to do. But today he was in trouble for *choking* a boy. A boy from his first-grade class, who is probably as big as your typical third grader, and is also known for being a bully. My son takes after me, and is on the smaller side, only he doesn’t seem to know it. I love that he doesn’t seem to know he is smaller, because it means he doesn’t let it hold him back. So when a big 3rd-grade sized bully starts giving him trouble, the fight wells up inside him and today he just couldn’t hold it in. Of course, he’s grounded from video games and Youtube until Friday. Because though it’s good to be able to stand up for yourself, in these cases the answer is not retaliation.
Today was Luke’s birthday party. In the past, I have experienced much anxiety over gatherings that involved more than, say, the four of us. But this year I am changing. This year I am learning to relax and enjoy the moment. Enjoy the people. And today I had a great opportunity to put that new lesson into practice. Luke was joined by wonderful friends and they played games (thanks Sarah!) and opened presents (Luke’s favorite), and even ate some ice cream and cake (thanks Daddy). The celebration didn’t look at all like what I had expected a few weeks ago, but I let go of those expectations and it all worked out. Everyone seemed to have a wonderful time, and no one left crying. I think I might even have the courage to do it again when the next birthday rolls around!