Well, we had a super weekend. I didn't even realize how refreshing it was until just before bed last night. Friday was the first day of Hunting Season 'round these parts, and the men in my life (father, husband, brother) went out to the family's land to celebrate in style. That left me, Henry, and my mom with nothing to do, so we spent the weekend together. We did some Christmas shopping, went out for every meal, stayed up late watching Mad Men, and giggled at the hilarious antics of my adorable son. My grandmother came over Saturday afternoon to see her favorite guy, and they had so much fun. I will not reveal her age, but it's amazing to see her crawling around on the floor and swinging that little dude around. They've always seemed younger than their age, but Henry has totally reinvigorated both Nana and Gramps.
We went to church yesterday morning, and -as usual- it seemed like the sermon was just for me. "Big Milt" talked about living in your Big self (kind, patient, generous, etc) instead of your Small self (petty, gossipy, stingy, etc). This is something I struggle with pretty regularly, I admit. Being in the house with just a toddler for company all day sometimes leads me to feel resentful and angry, which leads me to behave in an unpleasant fashion sometimes. I just need to remember to think before I act or speak, and remember that, as difficult as our life can be, we have been so richly blessed. Then, in Sunday School (during which my little monkey charmed all the ladies into playing peekaboo) we talked about Extravagant Generosity. The topic was talking about being financially generous, and the whole time I wanted to call out my mom (and dad). They are so generous in so many ways. Aside from all they do for my little family, they give generously to lots of causes, particularly schools and our military. A few months ago they anonymously paid for the lunches of a big group of soldiers who were eating a few tables over from them. They give freely of their time and energy as well, through church and work programs. I'm so proud of my parents for all they do for others. They are such wonderful role models in so many ways.
After church we went home to put little Henry down for his nap, and I made a cake for Daddy's birthday. I had just frosted it when the guys got home from Place (the ranch still does not have an official name, after almost 3 years), and I was so pleased at how delighted my dad was with his cake. My mom does not cook, so his birthday treats are of the store-bought variety unless I make them myself (which I almost always do, of course. I'm not a perfect daughter, but I understand the importance of a homemade-with-love birthday cake!). It's so easy to make him happy (as though a whole weekend of hunting, whiskey, and off-color jokes with the guys didn't do that).
Finally we loaded everything into the car and went home, but not before I acquired a new piece of furniture. My parents had this cabinet in the garage that they didn't know what to do with, so I took it off their hands. I had been racking my brain trying to figure out what to do with our overcrowded patio out back. Now it's looking great, all my gardening junk is concealed, and the cabinet is still less than half full. This thing is going to free up so much closet space! Wow, that's a lame thing to be so excited about. Ah, the joys of growing up ... ;-)
So, after all the fun and organizing, I was exhausted and ready for bed by 10:00 last night. Elvis changed the sheets (!!!) and I was out like a light. Ahhh, what a wonderful weekend!
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