I know...I know! I suck at routine blogging. As I stated in my last post, I only wrote in my diary now and then. My only excuse is that things have been so incredibly busy lately that blogging hasn't made it to the top of the priority list until today.
We just finished two weeks of gospel meetings with Peter Ramsay and Matthew Cain. God has gifted these two men with the ability to connect on a different level than many preachers. They are very much a complement to each other...when one is tougher, the other is softer..and vice versa! Between teaching Mad Science, attending the meetings and trying to catch up on all of the tasks that have fallen by the wayside in the past couple of months, things have been a bit crazy. You may think I am exaggerating (as I am prone to do at times) however, evidence of this is the fact that I ironed for 2 hours straight last night to catch up on all of the Dave's dress shirts that have been getting washed....but not ironed....for the past month. Those who know me well, know that ironing is my LEAST favorite housekeeping task : - ) To make it more palatable, I only do it when I am watching TV!!
Thanksgiving weekend was a family and activity intense four days. On Friday, Heather, Ashley C and I went hiking at Fundy National Park. It was a gorgeous fall day and I felt incredibly blessed to have the physical health and ability to hike 5 km through God's creation!
Saturday morning, we were up bright and early to head to Oxford for the Annual Patterson Wood Chuck. Most of the family was there to put Grandma and Grampa's wood in for the winter. I remember when we used to head to Grammie Swan's, with a bunch of cousins, to do the same thing. It didn't seem like work because we got to spend the time with some of our favorite people. I treasure those memories and smile when I think that my nieces and nephews will look back on these days with fond memories that they may not even realize they are forming!
We rushed back to Moncton in time to head to Reta's for a birthday celebration and cabbage rolls...YUM! Nobody makes cabbage rolls like Reta. I think it's her Syrian heritage that gives her special skills : - )
On Monday, we headed down to the cottage for Thanksgiving dinner. The younger kids and I made a run down to the beach to look for beach glass but the tide was way in so that plan was squashed. We stuffed ourselves 'to the gills' and raced back to Moncton for gospel meeting that night. It was very hard to keep my eyes open once the tryptophan kicked in!
I am thankful for:
- Dave!!
- health and physical ability
- my family
- a car to get to the many places we want to go
- good friends
What more can a girl ask for???