(including the above pic for no other reason but that I love the outfit...I'm so copying it, this fall)
Can it be that this weekend is....over? Already? Can it be that it is 10:58 on a Sunday night, and tomorrow is Monday morning?
The weekend began Friday afternoon, Hannah, Sarah, and Jonathan in tow, with a short drive to look at a house up for sale, in town. This house is an adorable bungalow complete with large, open porch and big columns. Inside are hardwood floors, doors with the original hardware, built in book cases and window seats. Big rooms, high 10-foot ceilings. White paint everywhere. Bright and airy.
But the exterior of this house is in need of every sort of work. New roof. Siding. Paint. Windows. Structural issues. You name it, this house needs it. Inside, it needs a whole new kitchen, from the floors up.
A dream to be sure. My Tim and I could purchase this house and renovate it, true to the style. If we could sell our current house, this one would be neither out of our price range, nor out of the range of our ability.
But it is out of our range of priority, in this season. Life is about so much more than finally having that architecturally authentic and interesting home I've always wanted. Believe me, I have to remind myself. However, it is always such fun to look.
Then there was our church's ladies' meeting on Saturday. Oh. My.
Law, these women are such fun. They are twelve ways of sweet and bushels of delight to my soul. How we laughed, around that lunch table, the tang of basil and tomatoes and olive oil on our tongues. The glass trifle bowl piled brimful with fresh berries, graciously provided by our hostess (along with lunch!) was pure art - I wish I had brought my camera.
Then there was our college team's football game. Our team lost, but I still won - any girl who gets to host 13 people for dinner and a game, all hooting and hollering, who gets to sit and listen to daughters and their husbands, sons and their girlfriends, sons and their friends (and those friends' girlfriends) is a blessed and highly favored girl.*
Then there was church...we baptized the sweetest little boy, which was a dream come true for his grandmother, who did the baptizing.
Pastor Tim, having a very grown up talk with a boy wanting to be baptized...
His young footprints, wet in the carpet, making a path back through the center of the church amongst smiling faces and clapping hands...those soaked barefoot prints were a sight for these eyes. Oh, the water-logged foot-trails we've made this summer, from the baptismal tank to the back of the church! It has been The Summer of The Baptism. May it be so next summer, next week, and forever.
Then, there was time with family - my brother in law's birthday party. A sweet ending to an equally sweet weekend. Looking at my sister is like looking in a mirror on a really fantastic hair day. (She got all the hair genes in the family...not fair. So not fair.) She and I both have had people we don't know, but who the other knows, approach us and tell us "...you have to be her sister...you have the same mannerisms, the same laugh, and look so much alike!"
Sometimes I wonder if we are one soul in two bodies. But then again, we are just enough different, I know it can't be that. Believe it or not, she's sassier than I. She don't take no crap, and does not suffer fools or liars or social snobs. Heaven help the people who have ever done me wrong - if they happen to cross paths with my sister, they'd best turn and look for someplace to hide. She might tell them where to go and how to get there.
Can't tell you how heartwarming and comforting it is to have a sister like that. She's every kind of beautiful to me.
The weekend is over, and I have been flawlessly cared for by a mighty God.
Okay. I think I'm done. I still don't believe the weekend is over!
*that would be me...in case you were wondering who the Blessed Girl might be...