my first day of 36

i’m up first.  i like that.

i just planted a hydrangea.  bonus~in the pot it looked like one, when i went to plant it, it split into two!

i’m back inside for a bit to address a thank you note to a dear friend and to address a congratulations card to an amazing, following hard after God couple.

my kiddos are all still asleep, it’s 8:58am.  this brings me great joy.  the sleeping in, and the fact that i have kiddos.

i just made a cup of chai in my favorite mug from one of my dearest friends.

kiddos are waking up.  first one at 9, second at 9:15, third i went to check on at 10:11 and he had just started waking up.  this child loves his bed.  loves.

josh asked what i wanted for breakfast.  i’m not much of a breakfast person, usually just grabbing a bowl of cereal or a granola bar, but today a maple creme stick sounded good.  he’s off to the donut shop!

i decide that today i’d like just a bit of time to be by myself.  i’m going to head to hobby lobby.  before i do, i jump online to see if a check i deposited yesterday into our savings account has posted.  it has. in my IRA account.  oops!  looks like i’m heading to the bank before i head to hobby lobby!

the kiddos are a bit excited that i’m leaving.  they have surprises they want to work on.  complete with a musical number i’m informed will be performed at 7pm, in the driveway.  our little guy wants to wear a ‘handsome’ shirt(a button~down) for practice while i’m gone.  i suggest he might be too hot so he settles for a polo, tucked into his underwear so it looks extra nice for me, on my special day.

off i go.  i stop at the post office first, to mail the thank you card and the congratulations card to italy.  oh, and i need to mail soccer registrations for the boys.  thankfully they extended the registration deadline to tuesday because i missed it yesterday.

i’m at the bank.  thankfully my deposit mistake isn’t entirely my own.  the young lad who handled the deposit shouldn’t have allowed me to deposit into my IRA with a savings account deposit slip.  i’m glad i’m not alone in messing this up!  a phone call is made and the bank can transfer my money without assessing me any fees.  and the IRA department, since they don’t work on the weekends, should be able to make it look like the deposit never happened when they get into the office monday.  we’re hoping no fees are assessed by the IRS.  while i’m sitting at the bankers desk, waiting for all of this to get worked out, i notice my husband’s handiwork is all around me.  he’s the marketing dept.  for our bank so all of the bank literature has been designed by him.  i’m grateful for the talent the Lord has given him and the job the Lord has provided.  finally, i’m off to hobby lobby.

i love hobby lobby.  i know where everything is.  i know almost every song played.  i can leisurely stroll the aisles and hum and sing along for at least two hours.  and it’s a joy to be here alone, soaking it all in.  i find some great deals~some items i can share with others as gifts.  i love to give.

i’m home.  i am told all of the surprises are complete.  but, oops, they forgot to practice for the musical number.  they’ll practice later they say.  josh says he needs to run out for one more thing.  he says he’s taking the kids.  i tell him they can stay home with me.  he tells me he’s taking them.  i think he’s trying to give me a bit of a parenting break.  though it’s not entirely possible, someone needs to start the laundry while everyone is gone, i appreciate being in the house alone.

i hear the garage opening.  they’re home.  our middle asks if he can wash his hands and then use hand sanitizer.  i tell him you don’t need to use hand sanitizer if you wash your hands.  and you usually use hand sanitizer if you can’t wash your hands.  and you can wash your hands so please go wash your hands.  and then there’s the arguing.  sis says middle’s feet are dirty on the bottom, so he sticks them on her.  and then they argue about it.  and there are dirty feet on one another and someone kicks and then ‘i get to go first’, ‘no, i get to go first!’

we plan for an early dinner, but then the kids tell me all they just ate while they were out.  a cookie, a sample of sausage, a chicken nugget~they must have gone to sam’s club.  instead of leaving for dinner at 4:30, i think we’ll leave at 5.

dinner is good.  fazoli’s.  the kids and i like it here, josh not so much.  but, it’s my birthday so he’s okay with it.

we are home.  the kids playing outside.  josh has asked if i’d like to watch a movie after the kids go to bed.  i tell him i’d really like to watch the first video of the beth moore james study so i start it up.  we can’t hear it very well over the kids playing basketball, kickball, and badminton, so we decide to actually wait until they go to bed.  this is hard for me.  i don’t want to wait!

the kids are in.  we open gifts.  handmade cards from the kiddos, all with construction paper birds.  my brilliant husband printed bird parts out on construction paper and the kids cut the parts out and assembled them.  i feel so loved.  chai.  a new mug, with a little bird on the handle of course.  bird salt and pepper shakers.  perfume~design, my favorite.  and a piece of floor tile.  yes, a piece of floor tile.  josh informs me he’s taking a couple of days off work soon so he can install a new kitchen floor.  i am beyond thrilled!

cake time!  well, actually pie. dutch apple.  sis informs me daddy was having a hard time finding ‘dutched’ apple pie, but she noticed it right away.  dutched.  i love that!

the kiddos are off to bed.  it’s 8:54pm and josh and i settle in for some time with beth moore.  oh how i am moved by this teaching on the book of james.  the brother of Jesus, whom Jesus appears to after His resurrection.  and He restores their relationship.  and it’s beautiful.  and my eyes are full of tears.

today was good.  i’m blessed to be alive.  i’m blessed to have been given life, to have been created, to have been purposed.  i’m blessed to know Jesus and believe in His death and resurrection.  this very thing, and only this, gives me life.

may my 36th year of life be pleasing to You, O Lord.

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