Immeasurable Joy

He's here. The darling, beautiful boy has arrived home to be with his forever family. Clustered together at the airport, we were all a bundle of excitement and anticipation as we waited. And then ... to see them. I could barely take this photo, my eyes were so clouded with tears of joy. My heart is full for our dear friends. God is good.

"Stand up and praise the Lord your God, who is from everlasting to everlasting.
Blessed be your glorious name, and may it be exalted above all blessing and praise."
Nehemiah 9:5

Our Furry Little Friends

The bunnies are growing by literal leaps and bounds. They nibble happily on anything we give them and hippety-hop with content. We can see them from our living room window and we'll just stand there and watch our own little zoo-exhibit with pride. They sniff and meander, and at times, they will get startled and zip about in such a fashion that we can't help but giggle ourselves silly.

The children are learning about how to best care for them and it seems like we are constantly on the internet trying to figure out what would be safe for them to have as a snack. They love our weeds to the point that I almost don't mind pulling them now. Who would have ever thought I'd look at a healthy weed and think, "Oh, good! Won't the bunnies be thrilled!"

Turns out, they also like cherry tree leaves. Our neighbor has a wily cherry tree that he is happy to let us prune and snip upon. Yesterday, Pops clipped a rather large branch to toss in, as they can gobble like Egyptian locust. As he approached their coop, they came scampering up to the door in eager anticipation. Instead, however, of walking in and placing the branch down, Pops gave it a good toss over the fence. Well, mercy! Apparently, the bunnies scattered in fright and were none too pleased about Pops' method. Butter came out from hiding, gave Pops a good stare down and gave his back leg a defiant thump, thump upon the ground. Pops was duly chastened.

Now, ideally, I like to function as Miss Prepared. But frankly, that can be a lot of work. In regards to these bunnies, we've been flying by the seat of our pants and loving every bit of it.

We researched some basics about shelter and food, but we've mostly just dove into the experience and are learning as we go. Maybe it's like having kids ... you know the general idea of the responsibility but if you knew all the ins and outs ... you might be too scared to ever start!

I've never felt like a natural around animals, but now I'm pulling on my wellies to tromp out into the coop just to give my furry friends a visit. Because, sigh, aren't they just the sweetest things ever?

Pride in Completion

Today was the last day of school. True, next week they have their final week of outdoor school (art, music, science, games ... kid heaven!), but this was the official final day of "class."

A trip to the garden store yielded simple, affordable, but pretty teacher-appreciation gifts. Because truly, they are so, so appreciated by this family. Perennials for the classroom teachers, and punchy orange zinnias for all the other devoted souls (Can't forget the secretaries ... those ladies make the world go 'round!).

It was a year of accomplishment for Lucette. The strides she made in this 1st grade year made us all proud. Proud from the tips of her toes up to her wiggly front teeth.

And what bragging rights Peter claimed this year. His effort, drive, and downright gumption took him through a rigorous year full of transitions. He's growing up. Fourth grade next year? My, my.

We've come a long ways from the 1st day. The haircuts are a bit scraggy, the school-clothes a tad small and stained. All evidence of growth and hard work. Well done, kids. Well done.

Picked By Little Hands

A Wedding Shower

This past weekend afforded us a delightful time to celebrate the impending wedding of my brother and his soon-to-be-bride with a lovely little shower.

Well-loved family and dear, dear friends gathered to share in this bit of life together. How wonderful for the two families to meet and laugh together before the wedding day.

While the event was to be held in our home, my mother was a wonderful partner in planning and hosting. We decided simple, but well-done would be our goal. Naturally, we focused on the food to set the tone ... doesn't tasty food just make you feel good?

On the menu:
• Cakes - Carrot, Fruit Chantilly, Chocolate Torte
• Cheese Platter w/ Crackers
• Chilled Grapes
• Marcona Almonds
• Chocolate Truffles
• Baguette Tea Sandwiches
• Punch

The cakes, we decided, we'd leave to the professionals. While we don't mind time in the kitchen, we didn't want to be too exhausted or busy to enjoy our guests. This was my first time ordering a cake, and it was a lovely treat. Edible artwork!

The open-faced sandwiches were a smash-hit and oh, so easy. Slice baguettes thinly. Spread goat cheese and top with smoked salmon and capers and then an herbed chevre with english cucumber slices and a sprinkle of dill. I think I could eat this all day long.

For the punch, out came Grandma's punch bowl and cups. (These are at the thrift stores all the time for a very good price!) I purchased some peach and white cranberry juice and froze some in a bundt pan with some fresh mint-sprigs the night before. Right before the guests come, pop out of pan into the bowl. Add more juice and ginger-ale. Voila!

We used a number of stunning orchids as decorations and then offered them up as give-a-ways for some lucky ladies. So glad we did this! And my sweet mother found some beautifully milled soaps and wrapped them up like little petit-fours to give as parting gifts. They smelled divine and were so gorgeous, you almost wanted to take a nibble.

What a gift it was to us to prepare the day for Allie. She has become a fast treasure to our family. She has an ease and grace that make her a gal you just like to be around. No wonder my brother scooped her up as soon as he could.

And this morning I woke up to find the wheelbarrow of flowers that Jane picked special for the party ... and I smiled. Ah, the fancies of us girls. We do like flowers and parties. So glad we had the occasion to indulge in both.

Pleasure in Surprising Ways

I heard a thunk awhile back. I was in our bedroom and when I looked up, I saw that a picture was missing from the wall.

When my grandmother passed away last year, I was fortunate enough to receive some lovely early 60's prints of roses that she used to hang in her bedroom (above her tufted pink velvet headboard!). Everything about them remind me of my grandmother. The style, the pink, the roses. Grandma.

Needless to say, I was most concerned to look up and find a bracket upon the wall with no picture attached.

I pulled the dresser away from the wall to rescue the print. Grasping the frame, I pulled it to safety and flipped it over to examine the bracket situation.

This is what I found:

I laughed aloud to see the multiple holes left behind by the lazy and unreliable bracket. They had made by my grandmother when the picture had fallen off the wall for her!

I can just picture her chastising the situation in her characteristic Italian way and forcing that bracket into a new hold ... again. I still smile imagining it.

It's quite apparent I inherited a durable piece of art, so I too, will just shove the bracket into a new position on the back of the frame every time it topples from it's post. And truly, I'll do so with pleasure as I run my fingers over the same spot my grandmother's once did.

My Little is a Little Bigger

Our little lovey finished preschool for the year. Such a positive experience for all of us. Neither of the other children did a formal preschool, so I was hopeful but a bit uncertain about sending my sweet imp.

But, I needn't have troubled. Just a couple of hours twice a week, full of crafts, song, snacks and friendships. Not to mention the dear, dear teachers who shared about Jesus' love for them and modeled it themselves.

She was a proud little bug, that closing ceremony night. And we were proud too.

A New Use for an Old Thing

She padded past me with these on her feet. "What happened?" I asked. Without breaking her stride she responded, "They got wounded in the war."

Oh. Of course. The war. The war? Apparently it was a good thing I never got around to throwing out that box of old, dried-up baby wipes. War-wounds call for quick thinking and creative action. After all, necessity is the mother of invention.

Thrift Store Chic

I've been loving the big, garish, costume-jewelery that seems en vogue, once again. Imagine my delight when I stumbled upon this pop-bead reminiscent necklace (and matching bracelet!) at the thrift store a couple of weeks ago.

I've been noticing that a remarkable bauble or two seem to make all the difference. Toss one on and the basic t-shirt and jeans have been elevated to a chic level that a mom can actually aspire to.

Any other fashion tricks out there, ladies? What is cheap, simple, and makes you feel good? What are you always on the hunt for because you know it's a "no fail" number? Us Mamas want to know.

Upon My Return

We have a new swing. After months of battling rogue blackberry bushes, our green space is now a magical playland. Albeit an area rife with injurious possibilities ... but magical nonetheless.

I was gone this past Friday and Saturday at a women's church event. The family didn't really miss me. They stayed up late, ate leftover bits and carrot sticks, turned the bathrooms inexplicably filthy, and took a trip to the Home Depot. Some rope, pulleys, clamps, and a little outdoor-savvy later ... a suspended tree swing came into existence.

It's not coincidental that this effort took place while I was away. The swing is only marginally safe ... in my opinion. But Pops, with a one-shoulder shrug, deflected my concerns. Really, Mom. Is it that big of a deal that you can swing into large shrubbery or potentially fall off into a mondo barricade of branches and bramble that border a steep, swampy hill? Relax, Mom, relax!

Not only was the swing erected, but Peter broke ground on his new pit. With the arrival of the bunnies, his pit digging zone was displaced. He has been a bit of an aimless wanderer lately, mourning his loss of excavation abilities. Well sorrow no more, my son! Dig, dig, dig.

Of course, I'm sure our neighbors must think we are digging graves for any souls that may be lost to the swing. But then ... I think they've already realized we're too odd to figure, and probably don't attempt to bother.

So swing on, dig deep, my family. I have a feeling that memories are being made of a fond and dear childhood.

I'm so glad I left for the weekend. So much can be found ... and realized ... upon return.