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.
This weekend has been something unexpected. Three days off, so lots of plans to play and see our family and friends. Plans to enjoy the precious freedom paid for by the life blood of countless others. Plans to create more memories of raining orchids.
Saturday, a boating accident very near our play place on the river took the lives of two people and injured another. We noticed debris in the water a few moments before another boater arrived with the news. My husband and our friend went to wait with the victims until the authorities arrived. Seeing body bags go by on the water rescue boat is not expected. I pray I never see it again. I am grateful my family and our younger friends were not with us that day. I am saddened for the loss of the families involved.
Sunday was all we hoped for and more. All the children and our friends had a terrific time swimming and lounging on the river bank. A couple of our precious friends surprised us with an overnight at a bed and breakfast just upriver. We had a lovely Monday morning over breakfast and some wet fishing hooks. The boys caught a few and the canoes didn’t overturn. So, all went well.
Late Monday morning, I arrived home to find my daughter, at my house puppy sitting for me, had taken care of my cooking for us to take to our son’s home. We spent the afternoon grilling and eating and swimming. They decided it would be fun to make a whirlpool in the swimming pool. I was in a floatie with my feet up. My son pulled me around the pool in his wake as the rest of the crew also went round and round creating a whirlpool flow. I laughed and laughed the entire time!
Life has been good to me. I will dwell on all the good and set aside the sad for another day. The orchids of these days have been especially fragrant. They are red, white and blue and smelling like precious life, freedom, liberty and happiness found.
I am ever mindful of the many who did not come home during war time and those who have been lost while keeping ready for war time. He served in the United States Army during peacetime. What a dashing soldier he made! He was and still is my warrior. Without him fighting my demons with me, I would not have gotten where I am today. He has taken on more than flesh and blood enemies on my behalf. He has stood shielding me with his prayers and courage and strength while Christ held him firm and the Father answered his pleas. More than a conqueror. Yes. He is.