A month and a half is a long time to be away from home- just glance briefly at the garden, brittle and brown in 100 degree August. I love to resume my morning routine, hose watering the garden, drinking coffee with toast, picking up my tattered Bible in the same familiar spot- at home.
And about the road trip- well, there's lots to remember, record, process.. . here's just a bit.
We stayed a week at a time with family in Arkansas, Tennessee, Ohio, New York, and we got to work! John repaired machines, built stairs and beds, scraped, and painted walls and ceilings, chopped weeds and yanked out poison ivy. I worked too, albeit not so arduously- washing, sorting, organizing.
One day I overheard a son comment, "Thanks, Papi, that's not exactly how I planned to do it, but that's fine!"
Our kids grew up and we fed and cuddled them- now we cuddle their children and share their work.
We get to be productive in a season of of life where productivity at times appears fuzzy.
So- thanks, kids, for sharing your homes and families, loving us and letting us share your work.
1 comment:
Ah we love how you all are so helpful and productive, it was so nice how Papi mowed our lawn when we were gone and you watered our garden. We missed you here in San Antonio--so sad to say that I didn't water your garden--but in my defense, I didn't water my garden either, and the only person who remembered to water your sweet little plants you left at our house was Landis...
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