On Monday morning, my Mom called me just to chat.  She was on vacation with my Dad in Georgia.  My husband Rich was home with me for the week and had already offered to send me away someplace if I so desired.  (For every busy mom needs a getaway now and then.) I hadn’t given it much serious thought until Mom said, “You should come down here with us!”  We both laughed about it, but after I hung up the phone, I still didn’t give it much thought.  That is, until my Dad called me right back to also give some encouragement to join them on Jekyll Island.  It made me so happy to know they wanted me to go.  I found my husband drinking his coffee outside by the pond, we talked it over, and he made the travel arrangements for me.  I was on the plane that afternoon at 3:30, arriving at Mom and Dad’s hotel at about 9:30, pinching myself every now and then, wondering if it was all a dream.

There were two main joys of this trip.  The first being the island itself.  Jekyll was quiet, and with little commercialism there was no choice but to slow down and enjoy the simple attractions that the island offers.  There was a historical aspect and stunning nature to explore.  (Perfect for my personality)  The ocean was waving, the bike trails were long and plenteous, the quaint shops so full of unique treasures, and the only “chain” restaurant was a Dairy Queen, which we visited each and every day.

The second, and most important joy, was the chance to spend quality time with my parents.  I naturally felt (as aways) comfortable, young, and safe with them.  We made a perfect “parents and grown daughter” combination, made strong because of our thirty seven year bond of friendship/family love.  I found myself imagining Rich and I taking similar trips in the future, with a cherished grown up child or two able to travel with us.  My parents raised a family of five children, and I think there must be a beauty in having grown children, as it enables the parents to rest in knowing the very busy parenting years are over, and yet still nurture family bonds, only this time with adults, and with the absence of the other siblings (something very rare in the growing up years).  My parents love to spend quality time with each grown child and their families, and they have very special relationships with all of us.

So yes, it was especially dear to have a turn with Mom and Dad. 

Mom and Dad have been to Jekyll Island many times and I have never been at all, so they had the joy of showing me their favorite spots, and I had the joy of seeing so many new and exciting sights.  We were together all the time.

I loved seeing all the colorful flowers and green grass.

I loved seeing and hearing the ocean.

My beautiful mother……….

Pictures of dear Dad and Mom. . . . . . . . . .

My very favorite memory of the trip was the night “Duck Dynasty” came on over and over.  We were in our hotel, happily tired out, and I got on the bed with Mom in the middle and Dad next to her.  The three of us sat there together leaning against the pillows with our legs out on the bed, Dad watching his favorite show, and Mom and I reading.  It was all so cozy, and we talked only when we felt like it, for well over an hour.  I just loved it so much.  I kinda sorta felt three years old again. 

At the Dairy Queen, for our nightly ice cream treats.

Dad always always gets chocolate.

 P I N K N E S S

I got on a bike for the first time in probably 20 years.  We each rented one and spent a morning riding all over the place (about 13 miles total).

Dad and I at breakfast the first morning.

A view of bamboo through an old red window (in the museum), I was thinking of my 10 year old son, who is fascinated by bamboo and wants to grow some.

Yeah, I took a picture of a dead jellyfish.  Mom and I found it washed up on the shore and thought it had a beautiful design.

The peaceful sand dunes.  Turtles lay their eggs here every year.

We spend time by (and in) the heated pool at the hotel. 

I thought of Grace as I took this picture of a pink horse.  He was still pink from being colored on Easter Sunday. 

Sand dollar

“A naturalist, whose heart held a love for nature in all its varied forms.”  I loved the wording on this plaque in one of the cottage gardens.  Cecily must have been a kindred spirit.

One last picture before I had to leave on Friday morning.

Today was my first full day home.  After all that vacationing, I had no qualms about jumping right into the swing of things once again.  I ran errands with Rich, I’ve done four loads of laundry, gone grocery shopping, made a huge dinner using all new recipes from a cookbook I bought on Jekyll, completely cleaned out the fridge with Grace’s help, and most importantly, did a lot of loving on all my attention-starved children.  Rich took great care of the family while I was gone but of course I was missed a good deal because of my own very charming personality and pleasant ways.   

It is now almost 10:00pm and I suppose I will go to bed soon.  As I drift off to sleep I will think about the happy days I spent on Jekyll Island.  I will remember the precious faces of my parents and will probably even hear in my mind the sounds of the ocean, Dad’s drumming, Mom’s laughter, and the quacking of that funny duck we heard.

It was a wonderful vacation in so many ways, and for it especially I am, at this moment, thankful.

I saw the sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean this morning, 7:13 am.

I took a plane ride to Georgia on Monday, unplanned and spur of the moment.  I chatted on the phone with mom that morning and was boarding a plane at 3:30.

So crazy! 

Yes, my parents are here on vacation and welcomed me with open arms.

Rich is home taking care of the children.

I’m going on a bike ride this morning with Mom and Dad.

it’s been years!

 “Fear not, I am the first and the last, and the living one.  I died, and behold I am alive forevermore……”  Revelation 1:17

“Now may the God of peace who brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus Christ, the great Shepherd of the sheep, by the blood of the eternal covenant, equip you with everything good that you may do His will, working in us that which is pleasing to His sight, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory forever and ever.  Amen.”  Hebrews 13:20

“Though you have not seen Him, you love Him.  Though you do not now see Him, you believe in Him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.”  1 Peter 1:8, 9

After a few family pictures outside, we all piled in the vehicle and when to church for the most glorious Sunday of the year. Pastor’s sermon was edifying, joyful, moving.  Jesus died on the cross and rose again and the evidence is overwhelming…..and our God-given faith works in our hearts to let us know the truth, and we are deeply thankful.

My eyes filled with tears as we rejoiced together in song, and in the good words of Scripture, that tell us what we need to know about Him.

Toward the end of the message, one of the brothers was so moved that he quietly clapped his hands as an “amen” after almost every proclamation, emotional and smiling. 

Rejoice, rejoice, O Christian,
  Lift up your voice and  sing
Eternal hallelujahs
  To Jesus Christ the King!
The Hope  of all who seek Him,
  The Help of all who find,
None other is  so loving,
  So good and kind.

He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today!
He walks with me and talks with  me along life’s narrow way.
He lives, He lives, salvation to impart!
You  ask me how I know He lives?
    He lives within my heart.

After church, we went to Crackerbarrel for dinner and then came home for Easter baskets in the woods. 

It was also my husband’s birthday.

highlights of the day

*Sarah in her pretty dress.

*Caleb trying so hard to play “Happy Birthday” on the piano for his Dad.

*Looking around at all the faces in church as we sang worship songs.

*The way the little ones kept feeling my new dress (it was a light, thin dress over a sleeveless shift)……all during church. 

*The boys in their matching blue shirts, the tall ones so handsome, the young ones fresh and cute.

*Grace looking like a little lady, tripping around in a pair of very low-high heels.  She said she was never wearing them again.

*Rich, all depressed over his age.

*Sarah’s joy in unwrapping a golden egg and finding chocolate.

*The church service and the preaching.

*The children’s faces and the nests in the woods.

*The dinner at Crackerbarrel.

*My heart trying so hard to let go of the non-essentials, determined to enjoy my family and make the day special for Rich. 

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My French friend, Soline, had some fun putting together a box of goodies for me and my family.  I remember her asking me for my address a little while back, but was totally unprepared for such thoughtfulness.

What fun, to receive mail all the way from beautiful FRANCE!  A place I only dream of visiting!

It was so interesting to look at all the french words.  I took French in school, and my son Jacob takes it now, and it amazes me that I actually have an internet friend who lives in France (she reads my blog).  She wrote me the sweetest letter, in English.  It was perfectly and delightfully worded.

Sarah Joy immediately claimed these little French dolls.

A children’s book; so sweet.

Candy

Perfume and little toys

Finger puppets

tea set

Animal decals; with a sticky back, I plan on mounting them in rows on pretty scrap paper, and framing, for Seth and Sarah.

I put the the tiny things she sent us in this old drawer that I have hanging on the wall.  The chickens she sent are my favorite.  There was an army man for Jacob, a car for Ethan, and a little blue satin rose.  Grace took a very small box to her room, gold, with a picture of sewing things on the lid.

Little bottles of French perfume.  I love that the green bottle is called “Nature”.

What a treat, I smiled and laughed over every little thing, like a child at Christmas.  And, I am smiling now.

Thank you, sweet sister in France!  God bless you.  You truly gave pleasure to my whole family.

“….whatever is true, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.”  Philippians 4:8

I begin this blog entry with an updated picture of our kitchen table!!!!!!!!!  Exciting, yes?

It is exciting to me (suzy homemaker that I am) because Rich and I picked up our new chairs and bench today.  Isn’t it fine to be ADDING chairs to a table? 

We bought our set YEARS ago, when we had fewer children…and now that we have seven, we needed more chairs.

As soon as Rich carried them in, I got to work scrubbing the old stuff so it matched the new, and Seth helped me.  We also added another leaf to the table.

With seven chairs and a bench on the end that seats two, there are nine places, just right!

I promptly started another puzzle, and Jacob got out his art stuff…….enjoying the new space together.

A yummy smelling candle and the last remaining flowers from my bouquet that’s been hanging around for weeks~

Rich and Grace were standing at the end of the table talking to me as I worked on sorting the pieces to the puzzle, and I saw a photo opportunity with Father and Daughter, both wearing gray.   ((oh I love them))

It was in the thirties today with an even COLDER wind blowing but I was restless to get outside.  Grace and Caleb agreed to walk along with me.  Grace took pictures with my cell phone and I took along my big camera, of course~

A Gracie picture~ of one of their most cherished forts ever.  Doesn’t it look snug and cozy?

I love this picture she took, of me taking a picture (of her boots) she was standing on a fallen down tree.

Admiring a tree~(the same one pictured above, with the hole in it) it had a crack going all the way up it, quite mysterious and lovely.

My boots were wet and my feet got sooooo numb and cold that I had to run back to the house to put different ones on, so I got lots of good exercise.  I found G and C waiting for me on the hill. 

We walked across the stream at this place, we had to hold the railing and step carefully on the rocks.  Grace and Caleb must have done it before because they weren’t nervous like I was.

Caleb made me laugh when he got to this rock (I was right behind him)…and he said, “Oh, watch out, it’s a slimy rock.  Mom, be careful, it’s covered with allergy!”

((((he meant=algae))))  Grace, in her teacher-tone, corrected him promptly.

Oh, how I loved walking and talking with my two little friends.  Caleb is 7 and Grace is 13.  We had such fun out in the cold air.

Half a mile from the house I found one of our garbage can lids.  “WHAT is THIS doing all the way over here?”  I cried.

“Oh, David carried that as a shield when we came here during hunting season,” Caleb explained.

(He was protecting himself from getting shot.)

Caleb jumped off this fallen down tree (on the roots pulled up with the ground).

(Jenny, this is that famous place where you fell down.  )

This, I believe, is a beautiful gall, emptied and hollow.  I tried to pick the branch to bring it home but the gall flew off and we couldn’t find it.

A gull is “an abnormal growth formed in response to the presence of insect larvae, mites, or fungi on plants and trees, esp. oaks.”

When we got back home, I was so hungry that I set to work making a pasta dish (no recipe) with whole grain angel hair pasta, olive oil, garlic, broccoli, and diced tomatoes, seasoned with salt, pepper, parsley, and Parmesan cheese.  Rich and Grace ate it, too.  A delicious early dinner.

And…..I finished Jane Eyre today, what a WONDERFUL STORY, one of my most favorite books ever.  (this was my 2nd reading).  I enjoyed it so much I asked Rich (when we were out today) if I could go into the bookstore and he said “YES” (he hardly ever tells me no to anything, so kind and wonderful) and……

The bottom book is the one I finished today, and the top three are the new ones.  I started Villette today.

(Yes, I intended to read War and Peace next but I have to get the Bronte sisters out of my system first).  Such deliciousness.

Rich just left with four of the boys and I am here at home with Grace, Sarah Joy, and Caleb. I am LOVING the longer days, it’s 6:39 and still broad daylight.  I’m going to putter around the house now and do a little cleaning and preparing for Lord’s day tomorrow.

((((much love))))

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“All of us, at some time or other, need help.  Whether we’re giving or receiving help, each one of us has something valuable to bring to this world.  That’s one of the things that connects us as neighbors–in our own way, each one of us is a giver and a receiver.”  Mr. Rogers

“If you see someone that needs help, help them.”  I have said these words to the children more than once, desiring to teach them to think beyond themselves and toward others.  I want to see this beautiful giving love in our family, in the schools, and in our communities.  I see and appreciate it in so many others, and I want to see it in my own children, and in myself.  I believe that a truly happy life, well lived, has this giving, selfless attitude at heart.

God in his providence, brought people to us yesterday with an opportunity to serve them in a wonderful, humbling way.  It was just after 1:30 in the afternoon and the sleet and snow were pouring from the sky.  I could see it through the windows as Caleb and I read books in bed, and I couldn’t resist taking my camera out to the porch to take a few pictures of the snow falling so quietly, and gently.

I was out on the porch when I heard the accident.  At first I thought it was a snow plow, “Did that snow plow just hit the guard rail?”  I looked down the hill to the road and saw the rail broken clumsily into the street, and to my horror, saw that a van had gone off the road, down the bank, and into the stream.  It happened so fast that all was quiet once again.  No sound, no motions from the van.  I quickly realized that no one could do anything for them, but the children and myself.   What we did wasn’t great or amazing, anyone could have done it, but I am so proud of the willingness I saw in the children, and the way they worked together to solve the problem was something I will hold in my heart forever.

I ran into the house, and called out excitedly to my teen boys that someone had gone off the road and into the stream and that we had to get to them.  Jacob was sound asleep on the couch, but he woke right up and his brother Ethan quickly pulled on boots and ran as fast as they could down the hill to the vehicle.  Meanwhile, I dialed 911 to report the accident.  I was filled with adrenaline and ran outside to the boys as soon as I got off the phone.  As I ran, I realized that all five of my older children were outside, busily working together.  They had already gotten the door of the vehicle open and Jacob came to me from out of the stream with a BABY CARRIER….my knees almost gave out as I realized that inside the carseat was a tiny baby boy, crying.  “Mom, take the baby to the house, he needs to get warm!”  Jacob gave me the baby and ran back to the van.  Grace came up to the house after me, with another boy, a toddler, in her arms.  Imagine the feeling that poor mother felt, as she sat in her vehicle with her babies and the icy water surrounding them!

I ran to the house as fast as I could and took the baby out of his seat.  He was in a soaking wet sleeper, and his carseat was soaked.  As soon as I got his clothes off him and wrapped in him a towel, he stopped crying and was happy, he was so sweet, dark curly hair and a round little body. So precious.  I held him in a towel as his (young!) mama came in, also wet and freezing cold.  I quickly got her some clothes out of my dresser and she changed in my room.

I realized then, that there was a third little boy, sitting on the couch with his brother.  He had big serious eyes, and was shivering uncontrollably in a blanket that one of the kids had put around him.  I bent down and discovered that he was drenched to the skin, from head to toe.  I found out later that he was five years old.  Caleb ran downstairs to get him some dry clothes and Grace made hot chocolate.  Seth passed around packages of fruit snacks and I found some treasured, saved baby clothes to dress the baby in.

We had the whole family in the house and dry before the police arrived.  And, praise God, NO ONE WAS HURT IN THE LEAST!

It was all such a blessing…..the young mom was sweet, pretty, with curly hair pulled back in a pony tail, and her boys were well behaved, quiet, and darling.  Three tiny boys…(and all with Bible names.)  She had been on her way to a family friend’s house to deliver milk and coffee.  She was a complete stranger to us and lived in another town.

Soon the EMT, police, fire department, and tow trucks arrived.  Our livingroom was filled with men, us two moms and our combined ten children, all standing around, or sitting on the couch, using the bathrooms, talking and buzzing about.  The police interviewed my children and took down their names.  They are going to be in the local paper.  (blush)

Ethan had gotten on the vehicle to get the door open.  The Mom and boys were sitting in freezing cold stream water and could not get out by themselves.  Her phone was in the water and didn’t work, but shortly after the accident she was able to honk on the horn a few times, as a distress signal.  Ethan cut his boot on something (praise the Lord he was wearing good steel toed boots) and stayed on the van to hold the door up and open so that Jacob could get the boys out.

Jacob got the three little ones out of the vehicle.

Grace helped carry the toddler to the house and when the boys were out of the water, Ethan and David helped the mom out of the van, and up the bank to the house.

Caleb and Seth shared their toys and played so nicely with their new friends.

The husband/Father came directly to our house from work and was full of thanksgiving that his family was safe and well-taken care of.

When they left, the Mom gave me yet another big hug and said, “Your son is so sweet.  He said to me, ‘It was a pleasure meeting you.  I’m just sorry it was under these unfortunate circumstances.”

(she was referring to my ten year old, David)

I agreed with David, and I’m actually hoping that our family made life-long friends through this experience!

This is a picture I took of the road, right before the accident.  All was quiet, but the road hadn’t been cleared in a while.  You can see the guard rails over the stream….the one on the left was the one she hit and broke.

This was the picture I took just as I heard the noise of the accident.  Sarah’s little dress on the clothesline.

Jacob stood on our front porch and took this picture.

This is the van in the stream.  Thankfully the stream is only about 2 feet deep, but the vehicle quickly took in water so that the mom and boys were all sitting in it and very cold.

We thank God for his providence, and that we were home to help these precious people.  The children would typically be at school, but were home because of a snow day.  I’ll never forget the laugh that came when the mom realized that I had clothes on hand in just the right sizes for her and her boys.  She even left wearing a pair of my shoes. 

All’s well that ends well.