“It was in that clove of seasons…”

Despite what the calendar says, nature still says that we’re still in that clove of seasons between summer and autumn. This is the bouquet Little Miss G picked for me yesterday from our yard. Summer flowers are waning but the mums are gloriously big and full; the sun is warm but the air is crisp and easy to breathe; the sky is intensely blue but the slightest breese sends a cascade of yellow leaves twirling and shimmering to the ground. I love this time of year. And lately, I’ve been down because I’ve been missing out on these kinds of days.

I have known for a year that this autumn I would have to buckle down and sacrifice to get my exit papers finished to complete my master’s degree. It was a sacrifice that I was willing to make because it was worth it to be finished. But now I find myself in mid-October without as much progress as I had hoped. It just seems as though there is always something more pressing that needs to be done. The stress of what isn’t getting done grows daily, and meanwhile the warm sunshine, cool breezes, and crunchy leaves beckon me to leave the stacks of ungraded papers and half completed research on my desk and come outside.

I have chosen to think positively and ordered my graduation cap, gown and hood. I’m actually looking forward to the work. What I am wishing for is some seriously productive time. What I need is about six weeks absent of drama, home repairs, and sickness.

So, go outside and enjoy this clove of seasons while I focus on my work and my last big push to get things done. I’m with you in spirit.

Golden.

See these nice people?

Uncle Ned and Aunt Jackie celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary on Saturday. Count ’em. FIFTY! We went to a reception that was hosted by their four children. It was so lovely to see them surrounded by the love family and friends. Uncle Ned is my great uncle, so we sat at a table with my mom, two of her brothers and their families. We had a great time. Often times the laughter from my family’s table rang out loudest in the room. Not that it is good to be the rowdy table in the back, but the peacefulness and comfort around that table it special. It has not always been that way. My mom’s family has been through a lot over the years. Saturday night was good to see, and good to be a part of. Of course, I forgot my camera and so none of those special moments were digitally captured.

I also got to talk to quite a few people from the church where I grew up. Every time I walk into that FBCB, a little part of me will always feel like the six year-old I was when I walked into Pastor West’s office and asked to be baptised. A part of me will always feel ten, running off to GAs to learn about missionaries. Another part of me will always feel fifteen, ready to do any crazy thing Ron had thought up for kid-kidnap (it wasn’t as bad as it sounds) or JPL. Then, a part of me always feels a bit like the prodigal daughter when I go back.¬† All those wonderful people who have known me since I was Little Miss G’s age… who have invested so much time, prayer, and love into me… did I make good on their investment? I have to think not. But somehow, the minute I see one of them and I look into their faces, it seems that none of that matters. All that is there is the love they’ve always given me. It’s such a humbling yet uplifting experience. I simply don’t have the words to say how deeply grateful I am to them and to God for placing them in my life. It makes me realize how much I have benefited from having those roots, both in family and in faith.

And as if that wasn’t enough to make Saturday an extremely good day, another special couple, Chris and Laura, were married. I used to occasionally babysit Chris, and his dad Ron is the youth paster I mentioned before. I don’t know Chris well, but I adore his parents and admire their family. (They’re wondeful people. And good bloggers!) And so, my thoughts, prayers, and good wishes were with them on Saturday as well.

Just a little friendly reminder…

… everyone gets behind and works against the clock at some point. For some of us, it’s all the time.

… parents are not *always* right, and despite what we thought when we were younger, it’s harder to deal with those conflicts when we’re older.

… going somewhere far far away with your spouse is a **wise** investment.

… do the good work that you do and nevermind if the people who should notice and appreciate it don’t. It matters to the people who surround you more than you could ever know.

… the joy you share with your children gets multiplied throughout generations.

… just when you think that you can’t possibly get more uncomfortable in third trimester pregnancy–you do.

… dogs are not appropriate motorcycle passengers.

… even if it seems like it’s a good idea to take two kids clothes shopping alone, it isn’t!

Nothing too interesting has been going on. I’ve just been struggling to manage my time appropriately. Facebook has been no help whatsoever in this endeavor. It just seems like a bunch of significant things happened this week, but none of them happened to me. Except for the last reminder. So, dear readers… I hope you have a great week.