Friday, July 31, 2009

Back to the Grind

I've been so terrible about keeping up with the blog lately. Let me assure you that life hasn't stopped. (Nor has the rain in New England).

So we have some good news to share. Dirt is working again! Praise God! He officially starts on Monday.

As much as we're both thrilled that he's back to work, I have to admit that there is a small part of me that feels like this is bittersweet. Life was easy when Dirt was home, finances weren't, but life was. The kids were able to stay home for most of the summer and hang out with their dad and that was pretty cool. Each day they had an hour of bible study and prayer time together, and another half hour of reading time. Dirt did such a great job with the kids. I once attended their bible study and was impressed to have received a hand-out that went along with the passage we were studying.

Since Dirt received the job offer, we've really reflected on these last seven months and we both feel that it was an important time for us, individually, and as a couple. Losing more than half of a family income can be stressful for families and marriages, but we never felt it. We didn't worry, we didn't fight, we didn't blame, we just stuck together and focused on what God had in store for us, ever knowing that He was caring for us. We learned to trust Him and rely on Him. I'm not saying we've got that mastered, I'm just saying we've taken a baby step, and we've taken it together.

We are feeling so very blessed right about now.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Touched

My last post revealed a video of Rachel Barkly, a woman who recently died of cancer at age 37. She left behind a life that had a lot of living left to do, as well as a husband and two small children. I don't normally watch video clips that I come across, but this one drew me in.

I've thought about this video several times and I will probably watch it again. It's that good.

One of the things I've pondered is the depth in which this video has touched me. And truly, I think it's because it digs into one of my deepest fears: leaving. Death doesn't phase me as much as leaving does. Death means I get to live with Jesus in paradise, and I'm cool with that. Leaving is much worse. Leaving means that my kids will miss me, and the mere thought of that breaks my heart.

I think this fear is tied to my deep connection to orphans. Maybe it's not the orphans so much as their moms, who died knowing that they were leaving. I have heard countless stories of moms who gave their children up for adoption, because it was important for them to know that their children would be cared for before they left.

If you are a mom, you understand this.

We can relate to Rachel Barkly, that's why her story touches us so deeply, but shouldn't we be just as touched by the millions of moms across Africa, and the world, who are leaving with no real certainty that their children will be fed, let alone loved? By all accounts, Rachel is in a much better position: she is married, she has a great support system, she is wealthy (by the world's standards) and she leaves knowing that her kids will be loved.

I think of B's mom and how difficult it must of been for her to leave. She knew she was leaving behind children who were "older" by adoption standards and getting them placed into loving families would be nothing short of a miracle.

I'm praying for a miracle.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Death Is Not Dying

As I type, I'm listening to Rachel Barkly. She is just a regular person, so no need to google the name. She is a 37 year old mother with 2 young children and a loving husband. She found out 6 weeks before the speech I'm listening to, that she is dying...soon.

Tears are rolling down my cheeks.

Maybe I'm crying because I see so much of myself in her. She's a mom, she's got a lot of pet peeves (many that I share), she's my age, she has brown hair, and so on...

Or maybe I'm crying because she is nothing like me. She's brave beyond my comprehension in the face of my greatest fear.

I found her after reading my RLC friend's blog, his wife has recently been diagnosed with breast cancer at 33. Please pray for Jaime and Holly.

Oh, and Rachel, she died two weeks ago. Watch this video, be inspired.

Friday, July 17, 2009

What Did We Do?

Everything and nothing.

We did whatever we wanted.

...which happened to include...


overdue home repairs, hanging new curtains, relocating toys (several of which were relocated to the trash), watching movies, painting furniture, hand-washing dishes (we didn't empty the dishwasher all week, cause that's the kids' job), fixing a window that the boys broke with a baseball, flowers and dinner for two, painting walls, fishing, & not pictured: shopping, reading at the beach, massages, sleeping in, and spending every possible second together soaking up the goodness that is our marriage.

Tomorrow we leave to pick up the kids.

Monday, July 13, 2009

I Spy With My Little Eye

Dirt and I explored a new old little island that is only about 10-15 minutes from our house. Don't ask me why we've never been there - it's got some good stuff on it, it's a small little thing, you can walk over a bridge to get there. There is not one excuse I could offer for not having been there before. Not one.
Here's some stuff we Spied from the island...
Something rainbow colored.
Every fifth car had one on the roof this weekend. The owners of the other four cars had their kayaks in the water.

Something green.
That's the muther I have to drive over to get to the freakin' grocery store.

Something blue.
Everyone who is anyone (with a boat) was out.

Something quaint.
Oh Lord, I love this little section of Portsmouth. It's the cutest thing around.
You know Dirt went back after sunset to fish there too.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Cleaning House

We began kidless day 2 much in the same way that we began kidless day 1 - cleaning. Today I took on Avery's room.

You learn a lot about your kids by cleaning their rooms. For example, I didn't realize that my son was The King, until I found this sign above his bed. I mean, who knew - royalty in my own house?

Then I found this note next to his bed. It must have been written to one of his royal subjects. I didn't even know he drank lattes.

I also found a lot of little things like this tucked away in boxes and jars. I didn't open these notes because they seemed to be securely fastened, and I didn't know if they were some sort of important royal document that I had no business reading.

I also found "creations". I love creations. I love them a little more than "experiments" because creations are often less messy than experiments. I came across a well documented experiment that involved water and crayons and some other things that I couldn't recognize. I think it was a decomposition experiment. I let it be, but everything in me wanted to throw it away.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

I'm Bored...




I love when this happens.

Sunday, July 05, 2009

No Rain


Today was the first day we've had with no rain since 1993. Okay, maybe that's a slight exaggeration. The truth is that I can't remember the last day we've had without rain.

Such a great day!

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Girl's Day

Dirt and Avery had Red Sox tickets today, which left us girls to fend for ourselves. We would've ended up spending our 4th of July at Target if it hadn't been for a fateful call from the KSeas this morning. They invited us to tag along for the day. They were headed north on route 1 for a trail hike with Grandma - which sounded like fun.



Sometimes the best plans are the ones you don't make.


A stop at The Cliff House wasn't on the agenda, but Grandma convinced us to stop and walk down the cliff.



It was as awesome as ever. When I was a kid, my mom used to take me here - we would walk down and sit on the rocks and stare out as far as our eyes would allow us to.

After the Cliff House, we wound up at a Chinese Restaurant. Not your usual 4th of July fare, but that's okay. Burgers will happen tomorrow. We never did make it up to the trail. The rain forced us inside to an ice cream sundae bar...and well...like I said, sometimes the best plans are those you don't make.

It was a good day.