I take too many pictures. But if you only knew how many pictures I want to take……… Photography has become a sort of love language for me. I love my life, my children, my surroundings, nature, and home. I can’t help but keep the camera ready. And on days when I DON’T love my life, if I just start “shooting” my mood lifts and I realize, oh yes, contentment.
I stumbled out of bed Saturday morning to the sight of three of my boys all cozy in the livingroom watching a cartoon. Caleb with the big cable knit down-filled pillow and the flannel patchwork quilt (I made). Seth on the floor with his pillow, blankets, and cat. Sarah, later on, with her book.
My heart was joyful; my husband was finally coming home from a long seven days in Jamaica. He, Jacob, and Ethan were there together with a Mission’s Team from church, a whole group of people went to do preaching, children’s VBS, ladies Bible studies, and anything else they could do. Last week was good for us here at home, but always in my heart was an empty spot, a worried part that just wanted my husband and teen boys home again.
So, Saturday was a day of waiting for them to pull in the driveway and step through the door. Little did I know they wouldn’t be back until 11pm, but in the morning I had believed it would be 7pm and even those hours seemed to stretch out ahead of me like a mountain to climb. What to do? I decided to take the children to the diner (five minutes away) for breakfast, which is where Grace and I became interested in tongue twisters. There were several on the paper placemats and I used my phone to look up more, we were roaring with laughter as I read them to her.
Two of our favorites were:
Luke Luck likes lakes. Luke’s duck likes lakes. Luke Luck licks lakes. Luck’s duck licks lakes. Duck takes licks in lakes Luke Luck likes. Luke Luck takes licks in lakes duck likes. (from Dr. Seuss’ Fox in Socks)
One-one was a race horse.
Two-two was one too.
One-one won one race.
Two-two won one too.
English Tongue Twisters (try this site) it’s great fun.
Sarah’s hair was bothering me. On a regular basis, it looked like a wild mess. She has very thin hair, and had never had it cut, so the ends were uneven. I got it into my head to take her to get it cut. After our diner breakfast, I dropped Grace off at the end of our road with Seth and Caleb and told them to walk home (only a quarter mile or so) and drove away, smiling at big sister holding hands and walking with her brothers. I took David and Sarah on with me to the hair salon to get trims.
((I wish I had pictures of her in the chair on my lap)) She was so adorable and got about 3 inches trimmed off.
David was next in the chair and then, even though it was only about 40 degrees with a wind chill of about 30, they begged to go to the playground at the school next door and I said yes.
David (11) and Sarah (3)
By the time we left I was cold to the bone (but, if you noticed, David had run around enough to actually get hot and want to take his shoes off! he’s crazy)
I was cold so it was doubly wonderful to go home, put the younger ones down for naps, and make a fire. With Rich away, I was able to do it myself for the first time this week. This is our first home with a real fire place (we have a wood pellet insert in our other fire place) and we.love.it. The smell of wood and smoke, the sound of the fire crackling and popping, the heat…it’s bliss.
Old, old fire. When I stare into it, I can imagine I am in any other place or time in History. There is something so very basic and unifying about a fire, it touches something deep down good to the soul. I’m Anne, warming her hands. I’m Lucy in Narnia, falling asleep. I’m Laura on the prairie eating pancakes with molasses. I’m my great-great-great grandmother, busily working.
(give thanks banner and marble run; both from pottery barn)
This is where I sat for the rest of the weekend (every chance I could get, that is)……..right in front of the fire. Reading, of course.
When I got up to make dinner, Seth took my spot. I made spaghetti for the children and used half the pasta to do up my own yummy dish:
Pasta with Garlicky Greens and Beans
1 T. olive oil
6 cloves of garlic, pressed
1 small red pepper, diced
1 bunch kale, washed and chopped, with stems removed
1/4 cup chicken broth
2 T. balsamic vinegar
1 pound ziti pasta
2 cans cannellini beans, drained
1/2 cup Romano cheese, grated
Freshly ground black pepper
In a skillet, heat olive oil over medium high heat. Add garlic and red bell pepper and sauté for about 2 minutes. Don’t let the garlic brown. Add greens and cook another minute. Now add broth and vinegar and cover pan and cook until greens are wilted, about 5 minutes. In the meantime, get your water started for the pasta and cook according to package directions, drain, and set aside.
After greens have cooked, add the drained beans and incorporate. Now add the pasta and toss gently to mix. Serve with grated Romano and some freshly ground black pepper on top.
FROM: Saving Dinner, by Leanne Ely
anthropologie mushroom salt and pepper shakers hiding amongst my houseplants
“Let me just forget and just giggle with them, and leave apples lying around the house with just a couple of bites taken out, and fly with the winds of now…….” Tessa Kiros
(there are also legos tucked away in her shoes)
chocolate cookie baking
Sunday afternoon sunshine
old pumpkin moonshine sinking into the garden bed
relaxing with our coffees on Sunday afternoon ((welcoming him home))
blossoms on the geranium
coloring books and crayons in a fiestaware bowl
the memory game
play dough and cookie cutters
banana bread and walnuts for breakfast
coffee in my new mug from Jamaica
a whole day ahead of me to love and enjoy with the people I love most of all
Worry weighs a person down, an encouraging word cheers a person up. Proverbs 12:25
Your home is secure; your nest is set in the rocks. Numbers 24:21
Live as children of light (for the fruit of light consists in all goodness, righteousness, and truth) and find out what pleases the Lord. Ephesians 5:8
For thou, O God, art a God full of compassion, and gracious, long-suffering, and plenteous in mercy and truth. Psalms 86:5