Summer bursts- busy.
Days – jolt by.
And it is hot.
It is even hot here in these
It shimmers down.
It almost chokes.
We lose air for a week.
I drip sweat.
Finally- after weeks of unrest. Homeschool settled. First time- four students. Oldest- rising fifth grade.
So many choices and so many decisions have to be made. Finally made.
Now- to begin (July 19th or so) and find our new groove. Help me, Lord.
Weeks feel choked full and it is hard to catch breath.
Different pace than tax season.
Different pace than any other time, too.
Memories- crowd and they are hard to catch.
We head out to Atlanta.
Jonah sits up high in car seat. Looks all around.
“There are mountains everywhere.” He says. He’s right.
I see a billboard. These billboards are making me think.
“Come home to your get-away.”
I think- my home is a get-away. A mountain home. Right now of lush green-ness
With beauty draping mountains changing every day. Misty blue.
Yet we drive away. We drive away to the city. To high speed internet and convenience
And a church, and air conditioning…and even T.V.
Little One and Brother- “walk’n’ gether” hand in hand with Mommy.
Little One takes big steps. Brother walks proud. Mommy smiles down.
We stroll together outside Burger King in Atlanta.
Boys holler from the car. Despairing cause they are not
Out, too. I try to catch the memory.
Little One wants to “smell the Fwowers”
Big Brother wants to walk this end to that.
Tenderheart in tears.
Strong seven Mutinies.
I sigh hot and tired.
They splash wild, wet in the “wat-er” in the pool.
He tries- he jumps, he tries to go under, come up. He loves. Blue eyes shimmer. Water and he- they go together.
Baby “putt’n Feet in Wat-er”
Asher Really Swims.
Nate Jumps off Side of the Pool.
Micah swims “under” Bridge.
Daddy holds his breath from one end to the other.
I sit on towel, supervising baby, and counting kiddos
Every few minutes. They are all there. Shew.
I sit- tied deep to high speed internet. Homeschool research zipping at my fingertips. Sigh astonishment
As I watch megabites download in seconds- spinning numbers.
We pick up dinner at Subway. I, in the car with five kids. Todd- in Subway with one. It gets loud. It gets hot.
Finally- I begin telling stories. I tell about the Great California Earthquake. I tell about when I was a little girl. I
Tell about Ama and Grandad, and 7510. And I think- why didn’t I start telling sooner???
We sweat hot at the Zoo and I wander- confused. Not quite what I was expecting
And not quite what I was used to- in Philadelphia. But we enjoy-
All except poor little girl- who needs her glasses adjusted. Hard to
See those far away animals when your vision is only 20/70.
Baby Loves Giraffes.
Amazing to see Tiger Chelsea- so right, so right up close.
We see the baby Warthog and the big Warthogs.
We see the Elephants right up close, in their house, too.
Thermometer registers 104 when we drop Todd off at the Hilton in downtown.
We drive home- me and the kids. Alone.
Me, the kids, and Discovery- the GPS.
Me and Discovery- we talk.
Well- I talk. Discovery talks- and somehow- we get home-
Six lane traffic, wrong turn, in left lane- must move right-
We make it. We make it hot- with one stop and I try to stand up strong.
Be brave. Rock it out. Unpack car, get all wash done. Man the house.
Man the kids. All on my own.
It’s hard. But I sigh relief. I look around. My kids help so much. I am not alone.
I set my boys to do their chores and we work hard together.
I am thankful for my boys. I am thankful.
We pick up Daddy with balloons, Welcome Home sign,
Shout out Welcome Home…and I try to look my best.
We ready for our next big trip. PA. Here we come.
The packing has already begun.
We celebrate Nate’s number 9– our family party a week early.
Roast and Dig- Out Potatoes, fresh salad and watermelon, corn. Green Tea brewed just for him
By our master iced tea maker.
And of course: vanilla cake with blue and green icing. A pond, and grass. Chocolate Chip rocks and three horses.
Happy Birthday, my precious. How I love you. Your tender heart. Your dark brown eyes. Your sweet spirit. Your rule-keeping temperament.
Your attention to details. Your way- of deliberately not- being burdensome. Bless him, Lord. Draw his heart and help me to, too.
First Summer in years, no little baby,and not expecting. And it feels weird. How can that big baby be my baby? He talks in sentences.
When I watch he and Jonah- I remember me and Amy. Big brother, little brother. Big sister, little sister. Little sibling dances loud in the safety of the big ones’ shadow. Little ones- they watch. Big One- is just so easy- going and I am thankful.
I struggle hard at times. I struggle deep. I give it up in the Lord.
Galatians 2:20, 21– it becomes real. It becomes- Life Song. I live it.
By YOUR Grace, I live it.