Good Days

Saturday was a sad and beautiful day.  One of my best friends laid her mother to rest. Our pastor, the son-in-law, spoke beautifully of his mother-in-law.  Everything was perfect.

Afterward, I went to our daughter’s new house.  It’s an old house really, in the heart of Liberty. It oozes charm and is full of light.  I did a few things around the yard. 

Then, Sunday, the whole crew turned out to move them in to their new home.  Our son and his bride and Duchess came. My sister-friend from the time I was ten years old came. Our daughter’s dear co-worker and friend came. Rock, of course, was there with the cattle trailer. 

We loaded every vehicle and the trailer and headed to Liberty.  Unloaded, baked some store-bought lasagna, laughed and talked.  The Duchesses had a gingerbread house to work on thanks to a foreseeing daughter-in-love.  The ice box got thoroughly cleaned and both ovens used.  We had cheesecake to honor the memory of one of ours gone on before us. 

We brought a redone table and chairs for the dining room.  We need a lot more chairs! But the Duchesses had a spot to sit to eat and then later, to decorate the gingerbread houses. 

The centerpiece is from Mother.  It is her crocheted doily and her grandfather’s buttermilk pitcher.  I wanted our daughter to have something from the grandmother who adored her so much the very first time we gathered there. 

I might be as excited, if not more, about our girl’s house.  We spent all of Saturday before last cleaning it.  I realized later what is so endearing to me about it.  The windows in the front rooms, the oldest section, have windows like my old house.  Tall with sills close to the floor.  Reminds me of a house I have loved most of my life.  The old house still exists, empty and changed some, in a museum of structures.  The house still exists even more in my dreams and imagination.  Now, at our daughter’s, there is a structure I really can go to and visit with family or sit with a cup of coffee and feel the light.

After I had driven by the house before the final signing, I told my daughter I finally understood why for years, my heart had been saying: go home to Liberty.  Yes.  I foresee many more good days to come in a new old house in Liberty, Texas. 

Duchesses

Two weekends in a row.  One duchess last weekend and the other one this weekend.  I took the younger one home today.  She was here three nights.  One night isn’t enough. Three nights is pushing it for my energy.  Two nights is usually just right.  We will see both of them next Saturday, Lord willing.

I have had one of them for ten or twelve nights last year. I don’t recall just how many.  We did well only because I didn’t push to try to do all the fun things in two days.  I have so many ideas and so much ambition to make their time with me as fun as possible, I try to cram too much in too little time. 

One of the funny things about the girls:  One has recently gotten an Alexa in the house.  It was a bonus gift with a large purchase her folks had made.  She loves to tell it to play songs for her to dance and sing.  This weekend with the other one, we had washed and dried her hair and I put it up in a looping pony before bed.  She asked me to take a picture with my phone so she could see how it looked.

They are children of their time in the world.  Just as I was when it was my time and their parents were in their time.  What us older folks worry about as being too modern, too fancy, too whatever, they will cherish as the good old days someday.    

They will manage their world in a way we can’t because it is what they know.  What wonderful lives they will live! Just as we have in a world so different from our grandparents’ world. 

Faith, not fear.  Love and hope and dreams and Jesus.  That is what I want to help them see. This Raining Orchids has become my “picture” for them to some day look and see how much they are loved and how important they are.  And for my friends, family and my Rock to know how precious they are to me, too.  The Lord already knows.