The first being he specifically invited Violet to come to his birthday.
Requests like an airplane cake are impossible unless Rocky lives close enough to bake and decorate. We bought a plane to throw on top of a cake. A friend offered to prep fondant (frosting that looks like playdough) and when she sent it over she said "Give it to the kids and let them decorate the cake." Scary. I was super impressed as it turned into the funnest birthday party ever. And so much sugar. We're kinda off sugar, so it was actually disgusting. I was so happy to scrape plates of cake into the garbage after the children couldn't finish their piece. (Note- Abe finished off his own and Scout's before we realized we was working his way around the table.)
I'm learning how to ponder. Like really meditate. It has always been a difficult thing. Like the time right before you fall asleep, when you should be winding down is when my mind is reeling. I'm always grabbing a notebook to write something down, or a thought, or sending a text. Even in the morning, I'm in a rush to start. To get as much done as I can before children wake. Hopefully no longer. I love it. I love that I'm finding a peaceful moment that I'm making time for. That I can think about one thing, hopefully, and just be open to new ideas. I feel like I am learning better how to communicate with God, and it isn't because I am doing more talking, but because I am trying to do more listening. I don't know if that makes any sense. But I am trying to be still. And I have a desire to understand. And I know, that eventually it will all come together and these things, pondering and quieting my mind, will become easier. I kept running into the verse in JSH 1:11-12 "While I was laboring... I reflected on it again and again..." It is active participation in the process. There is a difference between the kinds of laboring, I'm learning.
I spent an afternoon walking through homes near the school. I think we will be moving to Woodland this summer. I love the idea of the children walking to school. I loath the idea that Dan will be so much farther. His commute will take forever. We could chose to be within minutes of the office- and bus the children an hour to school. We're choosing the lesser of two evils. One, of the 40+ homes, seemed promising. I actually have a short list with 4-5 homes on it, but this one really stood out today. I rarely make very many large financial and lasting decisions (with contracts) but the home makes such an impact on everything. I know we could be happy anywhere, a cardboard box in Central Park even. But it wouldn't be very comfortable and I doubt the children would want to spend much time there. The market is a riot. That's beside the point. We will be here for years, and I think we've found a place that we can be in for an extended time. That also sounds superb.
The school called while I was in the neighborhood, Mary was sick, and instead of the 20 minutes commute I was there in 3 minutes and driving her home. That was also comforting.
I hope I never forget what it is like to have a teething infant, I'll forever by sympathetic to a young mother with an infant. And I hope Moses gets over it quick. Without exaggeration, he cried for 5 1/2 of the last 7 hours.
Love, Amy and Dan
Photos: Birthday cake, playing Sleeping Queens on the Singapore Flyer for Maeser's birthday, trying to swim laps with Dan.
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