I’ve felt robbed lately.
Of the usual enjoyment of having a funny husband and an equally-hilarious kid.
Of a peace about our future.
Of sleep and any kind of rest.
So I did it.
Those painful changes? I denied them the right to my weekend.
And guess what?
My husband is still funny.
My kid is still hilarious.
And God doesn’t let any man steal my future.
In the middle of “that thing I can’t blog about”… God gave us the most awesome break from the stress.
A day at the water. First the fountain:
Then at the docks:
Then for bowls of clam chowder and a session of funny faces at a restaurant. The kid charmed our waitress for sure:
Then Mr. Daddy tried his hand at charming our waitress too:
The Olympics were showing off that day…
And we cracked up over silly little things like running into branches.
Then headed home for some man-to-man time.
What? You don’t mow the lawn with a pair of binoculars?
Then I realized all over again that I married into one wonderfully crazy family…
Heck yeah, we went muddin’!
And that was after the trauma of crossing THE CREEK.
Are we brave or what? You’re welcome for not posting the video of me screaming like a girl.
Guess what? You’re not going to believe this… I didn’t get injured the whole time! Maybe that is a reward for all the mud I had to shake out of my hair and my underwear (don’t ask).
And God is still good.
Thanking Him for moments like these.
And how was your weekend?