Today’s Daily Post question. “You’ve been given the ability to build a magical tunnel that will quickly and secretly connect your home with the location of your choice — anywhere on Earth. Where’s the other end of your tunnel?”
It has to be on earth of course, that stumped me because my gut response was HEAVEN of course. I mean really, I’m ready to go!
So then I thought about where would I like to be, or who would I like to see, at the virtual drop of a hat? I asked the kids for their answers before forming mine.
My answer is this, I’d like the other end of my tunnel to be in the woods behind my best friend Geri’s house. I wouldn’t put myself right INTO her house, because that’s rude, and I wouldn’t put myself in the drive way because I’d get run over! But the woods behind Geri’s house is quite peaceful, and I could pop over for a little bit of squirrel hunting if I did that sort of thing, but otherwise I’d just walk out of the woods and head to Geri’s back door, knock a few times and wait for her to answer. I’ve been missing her quite a bit lately and just last week called and asked if she could come over (it’s a four hour drive). I was hoping she’d drop everything and head my way but she already had plans as us mommas are inclined to do, and the soonest she could come is the end of this month. Well this tunnel will solve everything won’t it! Because it goes both ways, and she can come here and swim with me and her boys can come and build sand castles and let’s not forget about sharing Corner Bakery donuts and coffee together as often as we like! And we can all go there and my boys can play with her boys in the woods, shooting arrows and bb guns, and we can cook together and scrape the skins off potatoes together and study the Bible together. Oh this tunnel is the best tunnel here on earth. It stead of face time we’d yell “tunnel time!”
But that does bring me to my final thought, I’d rather a tunnel outside of earth, to heaven. Yes, I would. I am ready and waiting for my Lord Jesus to come for me. Even so, come Lord Jesus.
Jumping for joy
all the cool kids JUMP
I love love love the summer, and I dislike the freezing cold winter, but man do I really enjoy the spring and fall. The spring has promises of flowers and thawing and warmer days, and the fall has crunchy grass, late night fires and lots of bug free star gazing.
We are entering yet another new phase of our life, I’m going back to work soon and will be partnering full-time with Scott to continue the boys home education. Life is full of seasons and adjustments and like the waves we once loved to surf, you’ve got to let it knock you down, roll and protect, then get up, recover, and paddle right back out.
I appreciate your prayers as we enter into this new season. This is an exciting path we are taking and I pray that in the end we are all better for it.
I remember coming home from Walmart with a 13 month old on my hip and a kindergarden boy and calling Scott “I think today is the day. Don’t rush, but I think it’s today”. We went on to the hospital around 7pm and were sent home “You’re only four centimeters along ma’am, we’ll see you back tomorrow. You’ll be ready then.” I got into the big red van that we bought when we found out we were expecting baby number 3 and Scott drove me home. Something happened on that ride home and things kicked into gear real quick. He got me home and into a warm tub where I moaned like something out of Africa, and little baby Sammy came into the bathroom and pet my arm in sympathy, always the encourager even then. Scott arranged for a friend to come over and watch Noah and Sam, got chicken nuggets in the oven and barely got me back into the van. We arrived at the hospital at 9p.m. and I refused to lie on my back, telling the nurse “you can check me like this!” (on all fours). A quick 45 minutes later and John D. Maximus was born. My little Max, red and snoring from day one, always such a love bug and just wanted to be cuddled. Not much has changed but I see the future and it’s going to be really good for whoever he marries. He loves to cuddle, loves to shop and is a very good listener and doesn’t talk too much. I only wish to cultivate a stronger and deeper love and longing for Jesus within him and pray each day that I will, that God will.
waiting for his birthday cake
Max asked for a very specific cake, he wanted a “Portal” cake, after one seen in a video game of the same name. I think I hit it out of the ball park, go ahead and google it, I’ll wait. Now scroll down to see how mine turned out.
scratch baked cake, store bought icing
After we had our little family party (it was what he asked for, just family) I took him outside for a few pictures to document him at this age.
What a handsome fella
Happy Birthday Max. I love you more today than I did that night you burst onto the scene!
Rachel has been home schooling all the kids together since Booker started school; Booker and Lily are almost the same age, at 6 and almost 6 respectively, there birthdays are just a few months apart. Before that Tucker and Harper had been at the fancy private school in town, but then when Nikki started to travel with her book signing, it was really inconvenient to have to pull them from school and take them with her, hire a tutor to come along and eventually she started to consider “home schooling” them, which for her meant to hire a full time tutor/nanny. Once Booker turned 4, Rachel suggested letting her start homeschooling them all together, besides, she’d already been taking care of Booker as an infant alongside Lily, practically raising him as Lily’s twin brother, this felt like a natural progression. It was a bit more to handle than she realized at the time, but as with all things mommy related, give it time and the kinks work out. Not long after the kinks were worked out Nikki called and said she was expecting another baby, and would Rachel mind taking care of this one as well. In case you were wondering, Nikki does pay Rachel, she doesn’t pay her “professional” nanny fee’s mind you, but she does more than enough to cover the food that the kids eat, the electric that they consume and all the school supplies that Rachel goes through, and even enough for Rachel to set aside enough for that one rainy day when she can finally be a little selfish. In addition, Rachel and Lily get their “Without them I couldn’t have written this book” credit at the beginning of each and every one of her lovely children’s books. Yep, without them, tending to her children, she couldn’t write children’s books. Whatever happened in her life that left her so devoid of emotions for her own flesh and blood? That’s fodder for another book my lovelies, back to this one.
The kids, The kids feel it too. They are starting to pick up their dad’s habits, repeat his harsh tone with each other. Rachel doesn’t like hearing it in her house. Grandma Mary really doesn’t like hearing it. “If I had half a mind, I’d, I’d get out of this bed and on the phone with John and I’d give him what for. Why, in my day we didn’t speak to each other like that and we certainly didn’t speak to our cousins like that without haven’ to run right out side and pick out our switch for a spankin’.” Tucker, the oldest son at 10, was the worst offender. You’re always the hardest on your first child, that’s where you’ve laid all your eggs, put all your hopes and dreams and where you’ve hedged all your bets. John was rough on Tucker, and Tucker is rough on his siblings. He’s real bossy with his sister Harper, she’s next in line at the age of 8. She’s real motherly and tries to fill in where her mother so blatantly leaves off, but Tucker doesn’t want any of it. He wants to be all the man his daddy is, and then all the man he sees in his Uncle Ron, and all the man he hears about of Grandpa David, from Grandma. He wants to be ALL the man. That’s a lot of man for a kid who hasn’t even hit puberty yet, but he is determined, and the result is a bullish, red faced kid who comes across as annoying, bossy and sometimes whiney when he can’t get his way. Harper puts up with it all. She’s been around Rachel and Mary long enough to see what a servant heart looks like, and like I said, she fills in the gap where her mother Nikki leaves off, and she does it with style like no other 8 year old has ever done. I honestly don’t know how long she’ll hold up though. I half expect that one day we’ll hear her having a conversation much like her Aunt Rachel had a few days ago, hollering to Tucker “When do I get to be selfish? huh?” But only time will tell, time and the Holy Spirit. See last year little Harper gave her life to Jesus, she really understood what it meant that God came down in flesh, died on the cross in her place, and rose from the dead because death couldn’t hold Him, and she trusted Jesus with her life. Every day since then, except for two days she was real sick with the flu, she had prayed “Thank you for saving me. I love you. Please help me do good things for you. Amen.” She had, in it’s sweetest form, faith like a child. Rachel knew this and she and Ron and Mary would take time each night, alone as they fell asleep, to pray for Harper, as well as the rest of the kids, Booker, an adorable little boy, named for Nikki’s love of books, and a precious little girl named Catcher, because as much as that girl wriggled in her momma’s tummy, she thought “I’ll never catch her!!”