We drive this road often. I always think to myself, “Photo op.” Today, I decided to take one minute (that’s all it took) to pull over and snap some shots.
The kids thought we were getting pulled over by a cop. Thanks a lot guys! I haven’t had a ticket in years, but we’ve gotten plenty of fix the light tickets, cracked window repair, ect.
“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.”—Psalm 19:1-3
A week or so ago, Nick went to gather wood for the winter. He took the older two, which left me with the three younger. After a rather mundane day, I decided to take them for a walk down the road. It’s a quick one mile. We have recently been very into our family walks. Olivia normally gets suddenly tired and uncooperative as soon as we head out the drive way.
This day was no different.
Despite my urge to call it quits, we walked on. I did a bit of photography along the way. Even though she was crying and carrying on behind me, I kept on. She can be so silly. She talks about the walks as though she loves them. Once she’s actually walking, her quittin’ side shows up. I love her to pieces, but things can be “challenging” with her at times.
About the last tenth of a mile I decided enough was enough. Since I was already walking slowly, I told her this may be the only chance she has to beat me at a race.
Post-op mom basically hobbled quickly to the finish line, leaving miss Liv far ahead for the first place champ. Her spirit was lifted, and I’ll be darned if she didn’t have a fun walk.
Nick is on a mission trip this week. We have had snow, mud, art, and crafts to keep us busy here.
It’s so quiet at night, when all the kids are sleeping, and there is no adult conversation going on.
I’ve gotten myself on a cross stitch kick, so you’re going to have to bare with me. My sewing machine isn’t keeping good tension, so no quilt blocks are coming together. Those darn machines are seemingly determined to stop my mental momentum. Does that happen to you?
I do love a new craft to learn, so it’s just as well. I remember watching my own mama cross stitching. I like that I’m enjoying the same thing she enjoys. There’s a special plan for a little flower I finished, which I do believe, a certain girl with a fast-approaching birthday is going to adore.
What is new in your tiny corner of the Earth?