{WW} Highlight

{WW} Highlight

We’ve had a couple jam-packed weeks lately. So much so, that I’m not completely sure I’ve read all your articles. Which IS a big deal to a girl that loves to read. I thought I’d quick write the highlights of the last while and send you all a note. At least communicate, right?

So, it’s the year for me to help celebrate milestone birthdays. Steph’s 30^th was last Tuesday and I helped plan a supper at folks with a bunch of friends coming in the evening to surprise her. Wyatt turned four last Saturday and we celebrated with a big sledding party and wiener roast out in the community pasture close to us. Tomorrow is Bren’s 40^th birthday and my mother-dear is flying in tonight to help celebrate. We’re planning a ladies’ tea on Friday for Bren but we’re keeping it simple. Everyone is helping with food and the decorations will be a big bouquet of flowers from my mom.

In between we’ve had two school holidays, three town days, two shop days and one Sunday at home recovering. (Gotta make it sound as bad as it felt, eh?) I had one delightful ladies’ night out, another friend’s birthday coffee spur-of-the-moment and a couple lunches at folks when we’ve been working at the shop. We’ve had Villa stress and meetings and a finalized possession date for the shop. We’ve bused school children, picked up birthday Lego and thrown in a couple loads of laundry here and there, for modesty’s sake.

We’ve eaten cupcakes with green icing, charred hotdogs in frozen wiener buns with ketchup spilling down our chins, chili soup in our lunches and McDouble’s a few too many times. We had venison roast on Sunday with vast quantities of mashed potatoes, bought pizza out of the freezer after one shop day and porridge and scrambled eggs late Saturday night.

But there are some things I hold close and remember; watching my four-year-old fearlessly walk away from us to Sunday school for the first time, the grin on Zach’s face after I took him shopping, watching Colby’s arm muscles while he target-practices with bow and arrow.  

Please excuse me while I go tuck my boy in again and take that last pan of cookies out. And is it truly almost time to bus children again?