Over Memorial Day Weekend we went to Grannyland with my parents and my aunt and uncle. My Dad and Uncle Harold took the boys on their first fishing trip.
I have so many memories of fishing these lakes with my dad, grandfather, uncles and cousins. I was so excited to see Noah and Miller make memories of their own and of course document every fish.
I think they enjoyed it as much as I did!
The looks of joy on their faces will etched in mind for a long time. How precious?
Papa and Uncle Harold certainly are super patient!
Both boys caught three fish each. A great first outing.
Eventually I put my camera away and headed shopping with Aunt Joyce and Mimi. I love that the "boys" got to spend time together. Three generations of men I love so very much. I am so thankful for each of them and the way God knit them together!
Do you ever let your mind wonder and ask yourself, "What is the worst that could happen?"
For me one of those answers was being told that I had to leave my job at University Place. My three years in my happy place included fulfilling work, amazing co workers, being able to creatively solve problems, going to work with my kids, development of friendships, endless smiles and hugs from precious little ones. I simply couldn't imagine ever not being a part of my new family.
Until the morning I was told I no longer met the qualifications for the position. In the span of five minutes I felt everything come crashing down around me. Although I was reassured that this had nothing to my job performance and everything to do with changes at the state department level it felt like I had failed in some terrible way. I wish I could tell you I handled the moment with grace, but alas more like ugly crying in front of our Director of Human Resources, principal, and Director of Elementary Ed. A terrible day followed as I asked God some ugly questions. And as usual He answered with loving patience.
Here is the answer He gave me through others and to my hurting heart....
He was not surprised by this. He has a plan. I am on to my next mission.
How do you argue with that?
As the school year came to a close, my next steps became clearer. I look forward to the new adventure and challenges that come with the start of the new school year in August. Not to say I'm not still a little sad. It was a wonderful three years during which I got to walk my babies into their classrooms, attend every little event, eat lunch with them anytime I wanted. That was a gift. One I will always treasure. I made some amazing life long friends that are irreplaceable.
Over the past month I have asked God to show me advantages in this new plan. And He has showed me things I have missed about having my own classroom, working with teenagers, and certain things about my home life and stress levels that will be better. And so I close the door on these happy three years and look forward to the next chapter.
I have been absent from the blog for a bit. I can't really explain why. Life is not any more or any less busy than before. The best I can say is this... we changed our story line with our move. I never want to boast or dishonor or belittle or overblow or toot my own horn or ignore what we do here in our little Green House. So in my attempt to do that I didn't say anything. These are new waters and I will figure out how best to write about them.
The tire swing ....
Can you have a complete childhood without a tire swing?
Do you remember swinging? The feeling of freedom when your feet leave the ground? The air in your hair? A tire swing ramps up the danger and excitement.
We spent some sweet time on the tire swing in the yard with friends. As I spent time pushing the kids on the tire swing, I couldn't help but think about joy and faith. The pure delight on Miller's face as he flew back and forth made me think how Jesus delights in us and how much God enjoys us.
His love brings us freedom, like flying through the air with the wind blowing in your hair and feet far from the ground. We just have to trust in his strength, the rope we hold on to.
Is there anything more magical than kids and Holidays? From costumes and dress up to counting their sweet blessings to the anticipation of Christmas morning, special moments abound. We had days of food and cousins and fun and presents and games and plays and outdoors and indoors.
We ate way too much. But we loved every bite. We especially loved the faces at the table and the conversations.
Some of my favorite memories are the sweet cousins. On both sides the boys are blessed with the best little playmates. These are some seriously precious little people.
There is something about a post Thanksgiving meal football game that screams tradition. A good one. I hope they always play it until that little one in his daddy's arms is playing quaterback with his own babies.
Christmas card attempts create precious shots of moments in time that I'd like to freeze. I'd like to keep this precious little face frozen at five. His innocence and questions. His smile and the way I can still scoop him up into a bear hug.
And then there is my Noah Boy. Handsome. Way too old. But still a child.
So through all the rush and preparations and craziness that is the Holiday Season we tried to keep it real and be ourselves. And I tried to enjoy it all.
What it all really comes down to is love. Love for each other but most importantly the love of our Savior who was born to give us life. Abundant and eternal life. And I am so thankful for His love that I simply do not deserve. May I do better sharing it with others.
So from my little family to yours Merry Christmas! I hope it was warm and full of love.