We left at 8:15 this morning to drive through rush hour traffic to go to the DMV testing center.  The weather was astounding; pounding rain and in the 50’s after days when everything was frozen solid and not even 10 degrees.  We drove through it together, my hands on the steering wheel, his hands clutching the laptop on which the driver’s manual was displayed.

Neither one of us slept much last night for whatever reason.

When I tried to make conversation he said, eyes on the computer screen, “Shhhhh, stop” and so I just reached over and patted his shoulder with a laugh.  I’m glad he’s safe and comfortable enough with me to be true.


We arrived 15 minutes before the doors would be unlocked and Dave thought it was just way too long of a wait.  He was nervous.

Just as I knew he would, he passed easily.


“That was incredibly nerve wracking.”

“My hands were shaking the whole time.”

“Okay now I gotta do my History homework.”

And that’s what he did.

We also got Dunkin Donuts coffees and listened to music.

Me and my buddy Dave.  How I love him.

I dropped him off at school and then got groceries…and very wet…..came home, and crashed on the couch.  I didn’t do a thing for the past 2 hours but watch TV and snooze with a cat on my lap.

When Caleb got home from school, he joined us.


This is the view from here.

Happy Thursday, friends.

just a little walk with caleb.


You may not realize this, but I have a son named Caleb.  He is son #4.


I cannot imagine the family without our Caleb.  He respects everyone; man, woman, child, and animal.  He notices things; beautiful things.  He not only holds my hand but it’s all his idea.  He is 11 years old and likes to hug and lean against his mama, still, like a much younger child would.  He knocks me off balance when he does because he’s such a very strong, solid boy.  When he walks we can hear him stomp.  When he jumps he lands with a thud.  When he laughs the sun comes out.  When he sleeps he buries his face in pillows.  He tells the truth.  He chews his nails off to the quick.


He and Ethan had cleanings this morning at the dentist in town.  They both hate the dentist so I had to go along to give the poor babies love and moral support.  Caleb had his teeth cleaned first and when he came back I asked him if he would go outside with me to stretch our legs while we waited for E.  Even though he was all set to read about football he readily said yes.


I’m thankful for my son Caleb.


He’s a great kid.  I can tease him, say no to him, lecture him, or love on him and he never complains.  This summer he has listened to JR Tolkien audio books every night and he is currently reading several books, including The Hobbit.  He goes to football practice every afternoon and during the day he plays with his siblings.  He loves to play video games.  He likes his things to be neat and organized and gets very upset when his siblings disturb his legos.  He sneezes a lot so I give him Zyrtec in the morning and that helps.  I think his favorite color is green.  Sometimes when he is silly he makes a “buck-hack” sound like a chicken, which is super annoying.  Seth does it now, too.   Caleb is always asking to have friends over.  He absolutely loves the family dog; Parker gets a lot of attention from his boy Caleb.



We discovered a nice stream by the dentist office.  It was shady under the trees and the water was warm.  We studied the sumac plant (first pic), admired a tall mushroom, sank our feet in soft moss, and showed each other our best jumping skills.




It was much better than sitting in a waiting room.

baccalaureate service


I am this sentimental about all seven of my babies, mark my words, but as this is the Week of Jacob, he is constantly on my mind.

I spent hours and hours at the end of our first hand-me-down couch with my first born baby.   I remember those hours like they were yesterday.  Most of the time he had my undivided attention, but sometimes I would watch TV as I held him.  Other times I would read a book.  There was very often a cat snuggled with us.  We were cuddled under a quilt made by my husband’s grandmother and I would put a glass of water up on the top of the couch.  All day long, whenever it was time to eat, we were there, no hurries, no worries.  In the evenings my husband sat with us, too.

He was born the very last day of 1996 and we had one solitary year together before his beautiful baby brother joined us.  Everything our baby did was amazing to us, my husband and I were both so proud.  As he said recently, every parent thinks their child is someone extra special and it is the same for us.  What a cherished gift children are and worthy to be given everything they need to grow and learn.

My friends and I used to remind each other now and then about how quickly our children would grow and leave us.  Those crazy days when we had a bunch of little ones, healthy, busy, impossible to predict, we were exhausted trying to keep up.  “Soon they will be gone” was our mantra to get us through those days but we said it with a laugh because it still seemed so far off.

We had plenty of time.


Last night at 5:30, the family–all 10 of us–were dressed up and in the vehicle, driving to the little league field to drop off Caleb for a game, and then heading for the Holy Trinity Lutheran Church in town for the Senior Baccalaureate Service of Evening Prayer.


I sat on the end so I could lean over into the aisle…all the better to see our boy.  Although their handsome Dad did his best to keep them in their seats, by the last hymn my two youngest were hanging off my back.  Sarah’s soft hands holding my arm, Seth twirling my pony tail.

Our Jacob was one of the students selected to read Scripture.



“And this is my prayer:  that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless until the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ-to the glory and praise of God.”  Philippians 1:9-11

The service had a special meaning for me personally because I have chosen the word “light” as my word of the year and it was the theme of the service.  In fact, as we opened with Versicles, the whole room was saying these words together:

Jesus Christ is the light of the world,
The light no darkness can overcome.
Stay with us, Lord, for it is evening,
And the day is almost over.
For with you is the fountain of life,
And in your light we see light.

It touched me to the depths of my soul.  Thank you, Jesus.





Do you remember that part in the movie “Anne of Avonlea” when Diana is about to get married and Mrs Barry is carrying on because she’s “losing her firstborn forever”.  Aunt Josephine, in her typical bluntly comforting way quickly says, “Don’t get all sentimental, you still have Minnie May”…..that’s what I think of when I see this  picture of me and my Minnie-Sarah.


After the service we all went downstairs for refreshments.  Seth, the one who is just victoriously finishing up Kindergarten, had two buttered rolls, bypassed the pasta and salad, and then ate four cupcakes.  The people of the church were all so kind and thoughtful, and happy to serve the community and class of 2015 in this way.



“You’ve been a blessing from the start,
I love you, my son, with all my heart.”

So thankful for these wonderful, priceless moments!