ginger peach tea.
family dinners with just the five of us: eating, talking, laughing.
Brian, visiting with Caity and Cody last week.
talking through fears, processing faith.
John’s quiet love note to his family: fixing the broken faucet, replacing tired windshield wipers and more…
an Ipod full of music, a Kindle full of books makes technology something wonderful, and no longer despised by my inner Granny.
old-fashioned eyeglasses and angora cardigans, that my inner Granny loves.
Sam’s “help” in the garden, his constant chatter, all those 13-year-old boy thoughts spilling out. He pulls weeds with such languid movements but is so adorable to me, that I stopped admonishing him to work harder and just happily listened as I worked. Then he confidently pronounces “I probably cut your work in half here, right Mom?” (and it was all I could do not to bust out laughing!) he may not have pulled many weeds, but YES he definitely made my workload lighter with just his sunny sweet self.
stellar bluejays, too big for the feeder but still fighting to get birdseed. Juncos who happily clean up all the spilled food on the ground, and sparrows who wait their turn…
a house full of boys. sleepovers and pancakes and video games, and happy sons who say thank you, over and over and over.
Autumn clothing is more fun! Scarves and sweaters and tall boots with skirts.
yearly dental appointment and none of the boys had cavities! despite a Summer full of Captain Crunch breakfasts!
John, holding my hand on Sunday mornings in church since 1988.
our sons are growing up but Caleb, at least, is still shorter than me.
the smell of rich brown garden soil.