I’ve been working on the first of three little pink shrugs that will be worn by my girls and my niece for the upcoming wedding of my brother in law and soon-to-be sister in law. This one is completed except for a wooden button and blocking, and I’m ready to start on the second. Wedding is in April… and I began this one the end of January. So I’m hoping that the combination of the familiarity of the second time around + about 2 months til the wedding will = getting them done on time. I’m not overly worried about it, but I know I don’t have any extra wiggle room. The pattern is Miss Daisy, and it’s delightful to make. I’m using Malabrigo Rios in English Garden, and the color is so girly and sweet it’s just a pleasure to work on. Truly it’s a quick knit. I’ve not worked on it constantly at all, and it’s really only taken about 3-4 weeks of sporadic knitting to get this one mostly finished. They will wear them with little cream dresses that my sister in law is making.. and I was thrilled to be doing the knitting part and to let her do the sewing part. Sewing is definitely something I’d like to get better at, and do more of… but I’d much rather sit down with my needles and yarn at this point.
I’m almost finished with A.D. 30 by Ted Dekker. It’s excellent. The story line follows a young Bedouin woman who meets Jesus in a life-changing encounter. I’m looking forward to the next one, A.D. 33. The other book I’m reading, AWOL on the Appalachian Trail, is a very interesting story about a man who walked the entire Appalachian Trail and journaled his experiences as he went. It’s a kindle book, and was free, and it’s been a fun, mindless read. I’m not a hiker. At all. So I can’t fathom actually doing something like this for fun – I would much rather read about it, thank you very much.
This morning we are home from a not-quite two week trip to California…. and I am on my 3rd cup of coffee. It’s an absolute delight to sit in my very own chair, with the sunlight streaming warm onto the familiar quilt wrapped around my feet… There really is nothing like coming home. It was such a good trip. Good to see friends and reconnect… to see my parents and brother and niece… to have the privilege of another few times beside my grandma. I thought a lot about what home means and how interesting it is that California still feels like home, yet I came home last night and this is home. I wish that it was possible to gather all of “my people” and have them be in one place. All the family, all the kindred spirits, all the special people that have known me and that I have known my whole life.
There is something so comforting about being around people who know your story, your roots, your family. Who know what you were like when you were little (well, most of the time that’s comforting)…. It can be a challenge in all of life to find that balance between enjoyment of things without gripping onto them too tightly. Holding loosely onto blessings. Enjoying them for what they are. Knowing that change comes, and it’s good to grow and learn.
Last night we stopped to get a few essentials on our way home from the airport. It had been a long day – up since 2:30, long flights, tired kids and tired us, a screaming 2 year old on the 2.5 hour drive home from the airport… disconnect and misunderstandings between my husband and I that had went on for too many days. And as I walked through the familiar aisles of Walmart, a small reminder edged its way into my heart.
So I did.
Small, seemingly insignificant things.
Thank You that I am walking.
Thank You for the bread in my shopping cart. And whipping cream for my coffee in the morning.
Thank you for fresh oranges in our suitcases.
Thank You that my children aren’t sick anymore.
Thank you for my husband.
Thank you for a safe trip home.
I got in the vehicle and we drove home, and I forgot about thankfulness for a bit while there were still annoyances and a tired 2 year old and a smelly garage from kittens when we got home.
But then I remembered again.
Thank you for my bed.
Thank you for the soft cheeks and sweet kisses.
Thank you for the words “Rock me, Mommy”.
Thank you for boyish excitement over being home.
Thank you for renewed friendship.
Thank you for a long-overdue talk with my husband.
It’s always a perspective-shifter. And I seem to need the reminder on a very regular basis. (Which is possibly -no it IS why it’s a common theme in my blog posting. – Sorry for the redundancy, dear reader.)
It doesn’t automatically make all the yuck go away. The 2 year old still screams, the communication issues are still there, there are still messes everywhere I look this morning. But somehow, the light shifts on everything and the mercies and joys are glowing a bit more, rather than being hidden behind a cloud of mundane.
Today I’m not rushing anything, I’m still savoring the memories of the last few weeks, and I look forward to cooking supper in my own kitchen this evening. We aren’t doing school because my kidlets need to run and play and build blocks and Legos, and fix eggs and hold kitties.
It’s good to be home.