Planning for the new school year is always a chore.
We keep UPS busy.
Pack up last year’s work.
And start filling the school crates anew for the next year. All the while hoping Jesus comes back.
Really.
Because their good friend was coming to town (they did not know, of course) I suggested to John that we throw the boys a surprise birthday party before either of their birthdays was even on their mind. This was a crazy idea… so we went for it.
Nan assisted by taking Stewart, Nigel, and Andrew to her house to power wash her deck. When she brought them back at 5:15 P.M. our family room was filled with quite a few of their favorite people.
They ate…
Swam in arctic cold water.
Played football.
And helped these awesome young men celebrate their birthdays.
Last October, God saw fit to move some of our very special friends out west to Oregon.
I tried to post about this back then, but found myself too grief-filled to do it properly. These folks, the M’s, moved to this area the same time we did back in 2007. While we knew one another before that, our friendships grew solidly as each year of homeschooling unfolded. We did just enough of the same things to keep us interested in one another’s lives; but did enough things differently, which kept us from getting stale. I’d lovingly said many times in the last 7 years that God blessed the Butlers tremendously when he gave us the M’s as “neighbors.”
I never dreamt He’d let them move away.
We shared lunch at Pizza Hut, “One last time”
And tried hard not to cry until we got back in the vans.
Even looking at these pictures now is So. Hard.
So before I fall apart I am going to show you pictures from the “surprise” visit we had in June. I say surprise because Mrs. M & I knew it was happening. Her younger two did not know until the night before they flew out here that that we coming home for a visit. Mine did not know until E showed up in our driveway Saturday. (I have to blog that in its own’ post b/c youtube and blogger aren’t good friends.)
But look at these beautiful kids!
I won’t pretend it was easy saying goodbye. It was a grey day when they left and my kids and I cried freely when their Grandma picked them up.
But when they were here in my home again after 8 long months it was almost as if the longest winter in the history of my life was totally erased. The measuring tape of our lives was picked up and the spot where October 2013 was touched right up against the spot where June 2014 was. It felt as though they’d never left. Thankfully, technology like “free” long-distance and FaceTime has allowed the kids to stay in touch.
Our family is praying that Mr. M’s west coast assignment ends in June 2016. None of us want to wish our lives away, of course.
While I took the cute 4-year-old and 16-month-old to the pediatrician for their well child checks, my mom took the big four to the strawberry picking farm. I gave them $40 to get berries we could use to make jam for the coming year. See— I’m so SMART… Last year I didn’t give them money and they picked about $60 worth of berries. (My mom paid and I paid her back.) Well – by giving them just $40 – they’d know just how much we needed. (We still have about 27 jars left from last year.)
In 30 minutes they picked $80 worth of berries. My mom had to give the farmer my name and address and promise we’d bring the rest of the money later.
Jam making went straight up to bedtime.
We had time for a pie, too.
(Sadly, two of my double batches of jam did not set. Two did. Ugh. Now we need to find time to re-do the two that are liquidy.)