Monday, October 25, 2010

Grandparents, Apples And Traffic

I realize this is a bit random of a title, but that's how our whirlwind weekend can best be summed up.  This weekend, we went to the Upstate to visit my grandparents and see their new "digs".  They have recently moved from where they lived for 64 years to a town about 5 hours away.  It's a much nicer place, closer to family, and they seem to be satisfied.  We stayed with some of our very best friends, and always have a great time when we're together.  On Sunday after church service and a very tasty lunch at a place called Pompous Pig, we took off for an afternoon of apple picking in the mountains.  We had a lovely time, the weather was wonderful, and the apples picked right from a tree (my very first time!) were so delicious!  After we paid for our bushels, the kids shared an apple cider slush and Randy and I shared a muscadine slush.  Both were wonderful!  Pictures will hopefully follow soon.
What should have been a 4 hour ride home turned into 8.  There was an accident on the interstate that resulted in 1 fatality, several injuries and a closed down interstate.  We got so excited once we saw the REST AREA 2 MILES sign, but it took us an hour to get there!
We finally rolled into our "hood" about 1 am, and we all promptly fell into bed.  Be it ever so humble, there's NO place like home!
When we turned into our neighborhood, Will, somewhere between awake and sleep, mumbled, ahh, home sweet home:)

Thursday, October 14, 2010


I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while.  There seems to be very little computer time these days.  Instead, my time is spent picking up legos and puzzle pieces, washing clothes, playing in the yard, trying new recipes, and experiencing our city through the eyes of our children.  I have to say, I do not miss "my computer time" one little bit.  

As Randy and I watch our children grow, we continue to get to know them even better.  There are times that we just have to look at one another and laugh.  Tonight I looked at Randy as we were sitting in the rocking chairs on the porch finishing our iced tea from supper, and watching our children play.  I commented that it was amazing to me that although  we had absolutely nothing to do with their conception, it seems at times that they sure do have our DNA running through them.  I caught myself saying, "She's YOUR daughter", when K did something really silly that Randy would have done.  Other times, I see myself in each of them.  
How great is our God, that he would knit us together in so tight a weave.  
Praise Be To Jesus!