Sunday, January 22, 2006

When It Rains It...

How come life's big events always come in clusters?

Yesterday, our oldest turned 15. His birthday was duly celebrated last night with his grandparents, presents, brownies and ice cream and again today with friends, Legos, a movie (The Fantastic Four--it was fun for our crowd, but don't run out and rent it)--and more brownies and ice cream.

Tomorrow night, we attend a mandatory meeting for the incoming class of 2010! It sure sounded a long way off when he was born in 1991.

Our youngest began walking yesterday. Showing off for grandma and grandpa, he took not just a step or two, but about a dozen drunkenly lurching ones, grinning widely with exhilaration, surrounded by exclaiming siblings. His first birthday is three weeks away.

On Friday, my maternal grandmother, a godly Christian woman, joined her Lord in heaven. Wednesday we'll leave for Ohio, where I grew up, for a memorial service and burial on Thursday and Friday. Most of her 5 children, 12 grandchildren and 21 greats are coming, from California, Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Florida and Illinois. Most of the greats have never met their second cousins and cousins-once-removed, and since my grandfather is already gone, this may be the last time the whole clan has reason to be in the Midwest. So, we are rearranging our schedules and looking forward to the reunion.

And, after nearly 6 months of unemployment, my husband nearly, probably, mostly has a job--everything but the official offer. We're pretty certain it's coming, because the last time they talked to him, they actually offered him his choice of two positions--the one he had interviewed for, and one at the same level that had just become available. The new one is the one he's most interested in, so the paperwork's not in place for them to extend the actual offer yet, and he might have one more courtesy interview with someone that didn't meet him before. Hopefully, he'll start by February 1. We're so thankful that it looks like this is going to happen. (More to come, but it's a good fit for him.)

A birthday, a death, a reunion, and new beginnings.

Lord, teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

They pass so quickly.

4 comments:

jlkm said...

I've been wanting to offer you a quote. There's not perfect spot to put it, so I'll just pop it in here. It seems to fit well with your approach to parenting. Perhaps you've heard it before:

"Deciding sales, banquets, labors, and holidays . . . providing toys, sheets, cakes, and books . . . teaching morals, manners, theollogy, and hygiene; I can understand how this might exhaust the mind, but I cannot imagine how it could narrow it. How can it be a small career to tell one's own children about the universe? No, a woman's function is laborious, but because it's gigantic, not because it is minute." - G.K. Chesterton

Pretty amazing for a man from another century! -jlkm

At A Hen's Pace said...

Thank you for reminding me of that whole essay! I will have to "feature" it soon. Yes, I LOVE that quote.

Now, I'm trying to figure out if I know you, in real life or in cyberspace? Thanks for reading, anyway!

Anonymous said...

Be sure to get the newest issue of Wired Magazine for your eldest son--the cover story is about Legos!
BTW: it's a joy to read your site!
Taryn

At A Hen's Pace said...

Taryn--
Where can we get Wired if we don't want to buy a subscription right now? Borders?

Thanks for the encouragement! It's been fun to do. Like a new hobby. Which has been great to fight off the January blahs!