Friday, after a little party at preschool, we hit the road to come visit Nana & Poppa. Saturday morning we woke up, the tide was high, water was already in the marsh, and the sky had only one command – stay inside. Saturday night, we went to a wedding reception of a lovely bride who has known Joel for his whole life and came at the last minute to be our wedding point person/coordinator/sanity saver. Two generations of friends were at the reception Saturday night: parents who were friends before they had their children, and the children who all grew up together. There was genuine friendship and love and it was a happy night.
We woke Sunday and the sky could not have been any more different than the morning before. We took the girls to the Yorktown River front and had a picnic. We saw the boat docked. The windmill is the reproduction of the Yorktown Windmill. A man reproduced this by hand, and was there working on the gears inside while we were eating lunch.
For these moments:
- storm systems in the bay setting the pace of Saturday
- the water that covers wooden bridges and keeps us on the island
- hot apple cider & pumpkin cookies as a better alternative than outside
- while watching Casablanca for the first time
- wedding receptions with two generations of friendships
- talking with new friends like they are old friends
- sunny Sundays
- walks along the riverfront
- changing baby dolls clothes
- paper turned into castles
- children who climb in the dryer (yes, sophie did this earlier this week – with her blanket and pillow, no less)
- little girls who love to be line leaders
- Eva’s early morning dry cheerios in a cup
- rainbows in the sky after the rain
- a new journal
- the unexpected & life’s journey which will be written & remembered on those pages
For these moments, these pauses, the grace of God in the moment, I am so thankful.