Jun is almost gone, and summer is disintegrating out from under us. It could be that time just passes so quickly no matter what we want or need, or it could be that we have packed this last month so full of fun that it can't stand up for the weight of it all. The chickens had their Awana ceremony, which marked the end of our home small group, my ladies small group, and the kids' crazy Wednesday nights. Some of it I was glad to have over- the rest of it I'm glad to have a break from.
If you can call our summers a break. I love having the chickens home, I love having the freedom to go anywhere. I love the sun, the pool, the relief of the shade that is only apparent in the warmer months. Poor Josh is worked like a dog in the summer, and we see so little of him. I'm working a lot this summer in the kitchen, and when I think about the money, it's not worth it, but when I forget that and focus on the ministry, I love it. I love getting to know our staff "kids" an…
When Bowden hides behind a door, usually it means trouble. This time, though, it meant that he was protecting the two lizards and one salamander that another boy had found in a rotten log.
It was impressive because I didn't even know we had salamanders up here- but we do.
These hands in this picture- these are my baby's hands. He'll be eight in a week, and his parts are no longer baby parts, or even little boy parts. It's slightly heartbreaking to me.
I went to bed last night with a strange mixture of excitement and sadness. Excitement for the joy of school being OVER, having the worst year of schooling done and over with (more about that later), excitement over having mine chickens close at hand and home for the summer, excitement about SUMMER.
And sadness, because this is the last time Bowden will be in second grade, this is the completion of a year of struggle and educational hardship for my little man, a year in which I had many plans and completed so few of them. The…