The biggest deal for us this year is George's ordination. Finally! He has passed all of the tests both written and oral and met with all the appropriate examiners and has been approved for ordination. I am beyond proud of him. What a journey it's been! His installation service is scheduled for December 11th at 6:30pm. Y'all come on up for it if you like!
I am also finding myself amazed by and enamored with my Amabel. She and I had a rough patch for a while when she was younger because she is a born leader and I am a born follower. This wouldn't have been a problem if I hadn't had a God given responsibility to take care of her! I took my responsibility seriously, but I was slow to make decisions and never quite sure if what I was deciding was right. In the meantime, she made quick decisions that she was absolutely sure were right! You can imagine the frustration on both sides! And during those years of regular conflict, I really never imagined what a delightful young lady she would be at such an early age. I remember thinking that if she was so difficult at three, what would I do at thirteen?! But at only ten, she has found her stride, I think. She is really such a remarkable girl. She has always been very helpful and responsible. But she has learned when to keep quiet, how to be patient, and has also learned to make decisions that really are right quite often. She is insightful and kind and, oddly enough, seems to have learned how to be understanding and compassionate through the trial that has been submitting to a very timid and uncertain (not to mention, crazy!) mother. Oh, and she's beautiful to boot! I can't wait to see who she becomes, but right now I am so grateful for who she is.
Elspeth is also a never ending source of joy and thankfulness for me. She is hilarious. And, I never would have thought I needed to learn it, but she has taught me how to laugh. I have always been a lover of humor, from The Muppets and You Can't Do That On Television to SNL and Nora Ephron and a long list of favorite comedians. But somewhere in there, I started taking my own life too seriously. There was something in the seriousness of adulthood, of parenting and marriage and budgets, that sobered me up and made me scared and super stressed. And then God gave me my little spitfire who refused to be parented with white knuckles and one size fits all methods. And, while it made me feel pretty out of control for a while, it was so nice to not have to be in control, to not be able to be in control. When I was able to let go of just trying so hard, I was able to be me again and to laugh again. This is all fairly recent, so if you're wondering, "when did that happen?!", it was just over time and may even still be evolving. But I am so grateful for this little girl, the joy of my heart, who constantly reminds me of God's goodness and love for giving me such a perfect gift.
And guess who colored me a heart and cut it out and brought it to me when my alarm went off yesterday morning? It was August. And guess what he wrote on it? "August loves Mommy." Y'all! He is the sweetest little boy! He is my middle child. And, as you may know, I am a middle child. I think we have a kindredness, August and me. He is certainly my most sensitive child and my most eager to please child- he's pretty much my nicest child. He just has a sweet heart. The sad thing for people like that is that they are constantly disappointed with others because others are rarely as sweet to them as they are to others. They have to keep readjusting their expectations from what they would do to what is "normal." But it is hard to do and they get their feelings hurt often for nothing. He's a boy too (duh), so he doesn't always verbalize why he's upset or what it is that he's feeling. So, when he does verbalize a positive feeling, like "August loves Mommy," it is pure gold. But even without the words, his kindness to his sisters and to me speaks volumes. I was a little late getting the kids to school the other morning (I know, big surprise!) and the kids were running to the door to try to get to class. August got to the door first and then, without even thinking about it, opened the door and held it until Amabel caught up and went through. And don't even get me started on how sweet he is to his little sister. Some little girl out there is going to grow up to be the luckiest girl in the world to marry my son! Until then, I'm the luckiest girl in the world because I'm his momma.
So, that's my sappy but true list of the things I am most thankful for this year. I'm also quite delighted with my new Pottery Barn Couch in metal grey. It's super comfy! There's more, but I have a ten hour drive ahead of me in the morning and I still have packing to do! Classic! Happy Thanksgiving, y'all! Gobble, Gobble!