Hello! (Hello!) (Hello!)
Echo! (Echo!) (Echo!)
Pffst. Just hollerin’ at ya. It’s been a while. We had a great time at the el beach-o. Right up to this one getting sick.
But, here are some pics of happier moments.
The closing of the eyes was not accidental. No, no my friend. All a part of the art of picture posing. And, when she did open her eyes….well, just have a look.
We collected seashells.
Played in the sand.
And, jumped like mad.
John Henry had his first fishing trip experience. He got up early with all of the other real fishermen. I try not to get up so early that I can’t tell if it’s night or day.
Apparently, it was worth every early, groggy yawn.
Finally, here is one of my favorite pics.
It was fun. Back to the land of reality, which, I must say, isn’t so bad.
Not. At. All.
I’m thankful for time with my family. And, I’m thankful my boy is feeling a little better.
Still taking him to his doctor today.
Because, I’m his momma.
And, it’ll make me feel better.
Good to be home and back writing again. I’ve missed y’all.
This will be my view very soon.
It’s true. I’m looking forward to uninterrupted time with my family. I’m looking forward to waking up to the sound of ocean waves reminding me of how brilliant my Creator is. I’m looking forward to the absence of a schedule.
I’m looking forward to replenishing my spirit, soul, and body.
On that note, I’ll be taking next week off from the blogging world. However, I will be posting over on Swerve on Tuesday, October, 13th. So, y’all drop by.
Have a wonderful weekend. I’ll be back on October 19th with pictures and a story or three. I’m sure.
Love ya. Mean it.
Filed under life, Randomness
As I was putting John Henry to bed, I asked him what he was most excited about for vacation at the beach.
“I’m just gonna lay on my towel, practice my reading, and reeee-lax,” he said.
I’ll be sure he gets a good foot rub, too. You know, it’s hard out there for a Kindergartener.
I’ll be taking a bloggy break for the rest of the week as we head south for some much needed relaxation. A big shout out to Papa Joe and Linda (Mimi to my children) for the family invite.
I’ll be back next Monday.
With stories. I’m sure of it.
I’m taking “The Shack” and “In the Pit With A Lion On A Snowy Day” with me.
What are you reading? Any book recommendations?
Love ya. Mean it.
Filed under Kid Stuff, life
As posted yesterday, I’m on my girls’ trip….at the beach. I looooove the beach. Oh, don’t get jealous. I’m sure it’s beautiful where you are, too. Just not AS beautiful. And, as much as I miss my family, I’m really enjoying this lounging lifestyle where I am only responsible for Dusty Takle.
I did not call to check on the family back home once yesterday. It wasn’t intentional. I promise. How could I? I just could, I guess. So, Kris calls me last night and says, “When you go on vacation, you go on vacation! You don’t call, you don’t write, you don’t send smoke signals!” For real.
Fortunately, I think yesterday’s blog bought me some grace. I’m sure he was polishing his halo immediately after he finished his call with me. He certainly wasn’t bathing the children who have been playing on the family farm all day. After all, that’s not his gig (so, he tells me.) However, it is my wonderful mother-in-law’s gig. Thank heavens.
Well, back to beach reading and good friends all sans messy breakfasts and Candy Land.
By the way, I did get an e-mail from Kris last night updating me on the children’s activities. Kris refers to the farm as Club Med for the kids. Here is an excerpt from his update:
“JH (John Henry) and I left the house at 9:00AM for the Hangar where we saddled up the Ford 235HP tractor with the 15ft bat wing bush hog. We started on the runway area, and JH was loving it. Of course, the air-conditioned tractor made life nice and I of course had to explain to him that I didn’t have this growing up….He was good for about 2 circles then gently put his head on my left side and fell asleep. Oh, how it brought back memories of my young life and my farm days with my dad. It was the best time I have ever had with our son. He would awaken to tell me how many ant hills we had killed and then about 30 minutes later he would be out. Just like me. I guess the hum of the motor and cutter was just too much to overcome.”
What a good daddy.