Last night Eden was singing and dancing on my bed while I read a book. She wasn’t putting on a show, just doing her thing, so I wasn’t being a neglectful mother. Some of her lyrics penetrated my brain and I looked up to catch her number as Mary, the mother of Jesus, singing about him,
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“They took him and whipped him.
They whipped him 31 times.
And that’s not fuuuuuuuuun.
Eden’s musical styling could usually be described as “High School Musical meets praise music” but last night I think HSM met the Passion of Christ.
The words verdure and verdant are constantly running through my head.
Paul and I walked Jack this morning. There is one point where we come out of the woods and walk along the fields of a horse farm. The sun was fresh in the sky and shining across a small pond in the distance. All we could see was the lush green of the fields surrounded in the distance by woods. I almost couldn’t take the beauty.
It’s that time of year where I realize that I failed to get the indoors completely ship shape and now it’s time to do yard work and gardening, not to mention the ongoing of school, cooking and laundry. I am trying to break things down into manageable tasks, choosing to work indoors on crummy days and outdoors on sunny ones. Saturday I hit some sort of sweet spot of energy and will and worked the entire day organizing closets and drawers. I haven’t hit it since which is terribly disappointing.
We are also planning a couple of renovation projects and have contacted the contractor who did our kitchen three years ago. We are trying to budget and prioritize. One thing I am debating is cutting a door from our dining room into our mud room which also leads to our upstairs. The idea would be letting western light into the dining room as well as creating flow, as the mud room goes into the living room. I have only lived in houses with dead ends and would love to have a circle. I’ll try to post pictures.
The main excitement is that we are adding two windows to our kitchen. This will necessitate the removal of our largest cupboard, which has raised the question a few times, “Are you sure you want to lose all that storage?” To which I reply, “If it means I keep my mind? Yes.” Why a claustrophobic who gets depressed from a lack of light bought a home without a lot of windows in a valley surrounded by wooded hills is the question. I don’t have a reason, but my answer has been to keep cutting holes and putting in windows.
I’m feeling a little dull. I went to bed quite early last night, but then awoke at one, because the leg swipe I do to establish Paul’s presence came up empty. Lights were on in the living room and he was playing Wii golf. His story is that he had been working for a couple of hours and then couldn’t sleep. He, wisely, turned off the game and we both went to bed, but I awoke again at four because the clock wasn’t face down. I was not pleased.
I passed out again after we walked Jack, but only slept so we started school slightly behind schedule. We still finished early – a good day.
Eden and I have been reading “Little House in the Big Woods” before bed. It is her first chapter book. She wasn’t sure about it, but I enticed her with the few illustrations and we were off. She is loving it and I am loving cuddling with her and sharing this wonderful story. I was given this set the Christmas I was seven and devoured them. I remember the feeling of lying on the dining room floor in a patch of sunlight reading and reading and reading, feeling so rich to have so many books.
Tonight she was fresh from a bath and it was such a deep pleasure to sit quietly, her wet head on my shoulder, and read together.
“I couldn’t see when I was two.” Eden said.
“Really, ” I said, “I had no idea you were blind.”
“I wasn’t blind! I couldn’t see, cept when I was three, four and five. Rennie couldn’t either. Could you see when you were a baby?”
I said I could.
“That is the most amazingest thing I’ve ever heard!”
Lydia is well.
I find I am extremely tired, having been a bit sleep deprived before our little appendicitis adventure and then definitely after. There is a lot I want to tell you, but don’t really have the energy yet.
The past few days, for both Paul and me, the overwhelming emotion has been gratitude.
Thank you to all who prayed, commented or called.