Seems like a very long time since we’ve had six together in the ‘burb!! Filled with gratitude for the opportunity our older girls were given as they served the people of South Texas. And filled with gratitude for their safe return. For their many stories, and for hearts tender towards others. Mission trips are not without challenges—I remember when Steve and I went as youth to Kentucky one summer. Specifically, I remember raking leaves on what seemed like a whole side of a mountain (it really wasn’t) and bagging them up and loaded them in a pickup. We worked and worked in the holler. And we were proud!! Only to be told the hill now looked too “unnatural” and that we would need to grab a filled bag and sprinkle the leaves back on the hill. For real?
I remember going as youth sponsors in the middle of the summer to San Antonio with two very little girls (Nat and Kass), a bus load of youth, many sponsor couples and a very pregnant belly, not to mention significant water retention.
It’s almost come full circle—Steve and I as youth—then as sponsors with our own little girls—and now our two girls as youth!
As we were preparing for all three of our girls to make it back to us, we knew we wanted to sit around the table. There is something about eating around the table together that supports relationships with others. We also know that it isn’t easy to prepare food to be done and ready to go in a timely matter after church when tummies seem to rumble a little sooner and a little louder than on other days.
I remember eating at grandma’s on Sundays—I think we even switched back and forth from one Gtandma’s to the other on each given Sunday. How did they do that? They prepared–that’s what they did. They made their table big and made the Sunday meal important.
The smell of roast takes me right back to that time—perhaps the greatest comfort food of all from childhood. And roast doesn’t taste the same on a different day of the week. It’s a Sunday food. And even though it may take a bit more prep than going out to eat—there is something about the Sunday roast and the Sunday table pulled big for guests that I want to keep alive in our home. And nope–it won’t happen every weekend (yesterday was the first all summer!) but I sure would like it to happen more often than not. For the table to be pulled big on Saturday in preparation for Sunday. An open home to include guests as much as possible.
I want my kids to grow up and know the smell of Sunday…
Your week of being an only child officially ends. Today!
There was some trampoline pool time with a friend.
There were driveway basketball shoot outs. Cousin sleepovers, and too many sleepovers in Mom and Dad’s bed.
And basketball team party, which I do believe they create safer fun when out of water—but what do I know anyway?
Soon we’ll get to hear what the girls did without you, Landon. And it begins with a camp pickup. It’s been real and it’s been fun–but guessing you’ve missed your sisters just a little bit anyway…
Girl power. It’s gone. They’ve left me to fend for myself with the male figures of our home…
Again, the affection appears to run deeper for their dad as evidenced by our “goodbyes”.
And what started out as a bit of apprehension, I knew quickly faded when I received a picture from the girls of this…
Tyler, their youth sponsor. Tyler—I apologize from the depths of all that is in me. This may be the first of many pictures I find on their phones. You rock dude.
Kourt’s on her way to camp this weekend. So it’s me and the boys. Landon thinks this is a pretty good deal. If you are a prayer warrior, keep the youth at Journey in your prayers as they serve in South Texas!!!!
Have you heard of Ann Voskamp? She is a beautiful writer.
If you love to journal like me, if you love to document memories of your family (I do!), if you need to focus and recommit your life to a life full of gratitude (can I get an amen here?), then THIS book is for you.
This book is no longer in our Mary & Martha catalog. It’s been a favorite of so many. A sweet friend of mine has three girls like me, and she is making sure they each have one. It has been that powerful for her. And I’m doing the same. I gave these as Christmas gifts to special friends this year. I love them too.
July 31st will be the last day to order, but I have a feeling that these will sell out quickly.
The 1000 Gifts Journal is only $24. I’m ordering today. Contact me if you’re interested. (Reduced shipping for locals).
First of all—that is a funny pic, isn’t it? Steve’s college roommate and basketball buddy–a friendship that formed, grew, and remains long after college. Neither of them made it to the NBA. However, it has not stopped them from that dream for their sons. Guessing the tall one has a shot! (No pun intended.)
For sure a highlight of our mini vacay to Kansas City was reconnecting with the “old” Baker University gang and their families. Oh my. Not sure I have laughed that hard since the first time I met you, Bruce Yarbrough. And something just never change. And I believe we all found a bit of comfort in that. AND a bit of disbelief. But hey…so it goes.
(For the record, this had to be “Bruce” influence)
We used to get together all of the time. We had about a two year span where all of the guys got married. You know how that goes? Everyone is everyone else’s groomsmen and you try as hard as you can to have the wedding with the best story. Chad—personally I remember yours quite well as they all donned the shirts…
Then came the years of having our “first” babies. Much different than the years of having subsequent babies. And my favorite was at a Japanese steak house with 5 babies all of the same age—all boys except for Kass. Had I known how true that is for Kassidy as some of her best friends are boys in her class even now—it must have started then.
Or course the Kaufman’s are known for having the MOST kids of the group. Has there ever been a time that has not been a point if discussion?! My Mary & Martha family knows that proved to be quite beneficial this past weekend…😉
What a sweet and happy ending to a sweet and happy weekend…