Monday, May 31, 2010
What else we have been up to:
Gideon nursing as always, this time on his sister's elbow:
I am carrying two babies in this wrap. Gideon is hidden behind Salem, but he's the one nursing on my finger. Because he's ALWAYS. NURSING. What is it with boys?
Sunday, May 30, 2010
These last days have been full of amphibians, rain, and mud-speckled shower floors. We have only five more days until we close on the house (Lord willing!) and we are READY.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
I know, I know. I really need to post pictures and really need to ... post. Period. It's been a flurry of a week. We arrived here in Highland County Monday night. It's about an hour from Staunton, which is its only vice. We are in an absolutely beautiful part of the country. The colors are vivid, the animals are pastoral (how fitting!), the weather is cool and delightful.
Ethan's ordination and installation service was Saturday, and today was his first full day "on the job." He gave the benediction (a privilege reserved for the ordained)! My family (parents, brothers, my sister in college and the married sister with her family) attended, as well as many friends from our last church and many new friends from our new church. My family spent the night here with us and headed back home (only 2 hours away!) today.
And except for the couple that intermittently stays here to keep the place running and document the flora, we have the entire retreat center to ourselves.
Oddly enough, this worries people. I have had so many people marvel at and pity us for "having" to stay here until we close on the house. Are you kidding me? I can't imagine a more perfect place! The children and dog have acres and acres to run on and scream on and I don't have to shush anyone. And the deacon who stays here and his wife have been very gracious with the children and include them in their daily workings, showing them new plants and birds' nests and how to hammer.
The only hardship (which is, in a warped way, part of what makes it so endearing) is that you better not be distracted when you're shopping at the closest Walmart (an hour away in Staunton). Because if you are, you will groan when you get almost "home" and realize you forgot to buy butter. And then when you stop at the local grocery store (a mere 20 minutes from the center), you will gasp at the $3.25 price tag on butter. Who spends $3.25 for a pound of butter?
Let's pretend that's a rhetorical question.
And we've been spoiled. My girls all sat with one of the ladies at church tonight. Edee even fell asleep on her lap. We've been given sweatshirts, food, disposable dinnerware, and plenty of love.
And I will find the camera bag and I will upload the pictures and I will post them. This week.
Unless I don't. But I'll try!
Sunday, May 2, 2010
This has been a long time coming, from his kindergarten teacher's inkling that he should be a preacher to seminary papers whose due dates always conflicted with those of our children to his brief pastoring of a struggling Montana congregation to yesterday's oral exams on the floor of presbytery.
My mother watched the children while we celebrated: a fine dinner at Carabbas (courtesy of a gift certificate given from some kind friends a while back) and an unchildrened walk around the health food store.
Congratulations, handsome. I love being in love with my pastor!