If you were here, I’d ask if want a slice of leftover Rhubarb & Mixed Berry Slab Pie. The crust is a tad bit soggy — it being leftover from yesterday and all — but it’s still quite tasty. It’s a little chilly outside so I don’t think sitting on one of our rockers would be as cozy as sitting in the living room with a blanket around your shoulders. I’m out of half & half (oh my!), but you could have coffee or tea without!
If you were here, you’d probably ask how living in this new house is going; am I settling in and feeling at home? (It’s what most people ask me these days.) We are not completely settled and there are some rooms completely untouched. We started painting our dining room two weeks ago and it still isn’t finished. Life has continued with all the activities and demands it brings, and I am desperately trying to figure out the balance between being a good mom and not stressing over projects to the point of ignoring my little ones and being grumpy AND being a good mom by making this place a home and diving into projects and getting to those untouched rooms and boxes.
If you were here, I’d ask how you are, what’s the latest with you, how’s life treating you, what’s exciting to you these days, what’s frustrating, etc. I’m pretty good at initial small talk and not good at the next level of small talk, and honestly, I don’t really care for small talk anyway and would much rather hear how you’re really doing.
If you were here, I’d tell you about the simplicity of this morning’s sermon and how it’s sometimes the simplest ideas that you most desperately need. My brother, who just returned from a 3 week trip of ministry in Spain, shared some lessons he learned over there that are applicable to everyone. I was challenged afresh to seek the Lord a little harder, take the days I’m given a bit more seriously, value the children I’ve been called to invest in, and create attainable goals to work toward to keep myself focused and steadfast.
If you were here, I’d tell you that last night my bed had four people in it. Again. And we all slept terribly. And eventually Josiah moved to Adrian’s bed. And the rest of the night I had two sets of little feet digging into my ribs (thanks, Adrian & Josephine). And I think Adrian woke Josephine while I was showering and I walked into the room to take care of the crying baby to find him laying next to her, patting her back, and whispering, “It’s okay, Baby Jo,” and it was the sweetest thing ever and I suddenly wasn’t annoyed about the feet in my ribs and poor sleep.
If you were here, I’d tell you how I’m kind of excited for the fall already. And then I’d laugh at how fickle a person I am — didn’t I JUST WANT SUMMER TO BE HERE only a few months ago? Although we’ve decided it would be best to wait one more year before diving into the whole school thing with our Adrian boy (and I’d tell you how thankful I am for the release to do what seems to fit the needs of your Â particular child — no pressure either way! — it’s a wonderful feeling!), the school year brings with it a sense of routine & order and I’m a little bit ready for that. How about you? Still enjoying the summertime feeling of never knowing what day it is?
If you were here, I’d say, “Don’t mind me, but I’ve got some clothes to fold so I don’t start Monday totally behind. Do you mind if I tackle these few loads while we continue chatting?” And then I’d get to it.