My birthday card from Declan If you aren't familiar with the title, you are probably one of my younger readers. If you are familiar with it--you are welcome--now Kool and the Gang will ring in your head for the day.
But, its an appropriate title for life on the farm this week. On Monday, we celebrated my birthday. For me, this birthday has been one of many surprises (its actually very hard to surprise me) and gifts from the hearts of those of gave--moments I am still pondering days later. My children made me cards and my 10 year old gave me the gift of cursive. Odd, I know--but if you knew how much he hates working on things that are hard for him, it would be clear what a gift it was for him to hide in his room and write a card for me in cursive. My oldest son texted me from Arkansas and my husband spoiled me all day. One of my best friends gave up her day to visit and chat; the day was a celebration of God's goodness to me.
On Thursday we will celebrate another birthday--one long awaited--the 5th birthday of our son, Landon James. Landon came into this world 14 days late--and only 1.5 hours away from being an August baby. Those days of waiting while the world told me to go be induced--days of stretching my faith--are still very clear in my mind. His arrival was a celebration then and so it continues to be. He has been counting down the days. We will celebrate with cake (a day early because he is leaving to visit his grandparents on his birthday), Planes 2 in 3D and a few How to Train Your Dragon gifts. Again, for me, a day to marvel at God's goodness to me.
And then I'm off to Arkansas to watch Bradyn at the Inspiration Point Fine Art Colony, where he is studying piano, violin, music theory and music history. Hearing bits and pieces of how the week is going is yet another celebration. His private teacher is a violinist in an amazing string quartet--someone I could never arrange for him to meet and learn under on my own. His great Aunt is there to guide him and arranged for another private lesson with a concert pianist. I also get to visit one of my dear friends who is also my goat herding mentor. These are all things that I have been celebrating all week. I dread leaving the farm---I have some goats with a cough from being at the show. I hate leaving Mark--its just the way I am. I love to travel, but I don't like doing it without him. Dropping the children with my parents is bittersweet--because I will miss them so deeply and yet, they experience so much love and fun with my folks. And yet--we will be one step closer to celebrating our entire family being reunited (yet another 80's song that we can all hear in our heads now...).
Those are the big guns---but each day there are infinite reasons to celebrate. I hope that you can see the reasons to celebrate in your life. If you'd like to share them--feel free to comment. I will be "Leaving on a Jet Plane" (whoa--we went back to the 60's for that one) and I would thoroughly enjoy reading your thoughts while I am on my journey.
But, its an appropriate title for life on the farm this week. On Monday, we celebrated my birthday. For me, this birthday has been one of many surprises (its actually very hard to surprise me) and gifts from the hearts of those of gave--moments I am still pondering days later. My children made me cards and my 10 year old gave me the gift of cursive. Odd, I know--but if you knew how much he hates working on things that are hard for him, it would be clear what a gift it was for him to hide in his room and write a card for me in cursive. My oldest son texted me from Arkansas and my husband spoiled me all day. One of my best friends gave up her day to visit and chat; the day was a celebration of God's goodness to me.
On Thursday we will celebrate another birthday--one long awaited--the 5th birthday of our son, Landon James. Landon came into this world 14 days late--and only 1.5 hours away from being an August baby. Those days of waiting while the world told me to go be induced--days of stretching my faith--are still very clear in my mind. His arrival was a celebration then and so it continues to be. He has been counting down the days. We will celebrate with cake (a day early because he is leaving to visit his grandparents on his birthday), Planes 2 in 3D and a few How to Train Your Dragon gifts. Again, for me, a day to marvel at God's goodness to me.
And then I'm off to Arkansas to watch Bradyn at the Inspiration Point Fine Art Colony, where he is studying piano, violin, music theory and music history. Hearing bits and pieces of how the week is going is yet another celebration. His private teacher is a violinist in an amazing string quartet--someone I could never arrange for him to meet and learn under on my own. His great Aunt is there to guide him and arranged for another private lesson with a concert pianist. I also get to visit one of my dear friends who is also my goat herding mentor. These are all things that I have been celebrating all week. I dread leaving the farm---I have some goats with a cough from being at the show. I hate leaving Mark--its just the way I am. I love to travel, but I don't like doing it without him. Dropping the children with my parents is bittersweet--because I will miss them so deeply and yet, they experience so much love and fun with my folks. And yet--we will be one step closer to celebrating our entire family being reunited (yet another 80's song that we can all hear in our heads now...).
Those are the big guns---but each day there are infinite reasons to celebrate. I hope that you can see the reasons to celebrate in your life. If you'd like to share them--feel free to comment. I will be "Leaving on a Jet Plane" (whoa--we went back to the 60's for that one) and I would thoroughly enjoy reading your thoughts while I am on my journey.
Landon James, the birthday boy, celebrating his reading accomplishments last week.
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