Friday the 11th: Jesse. Saturday the 12th: Muscles. Sunday the 13th: Leia. My wonderful friend. She is smart and fun. AND she generously shares her milk with Harriet. What a blessing. Monday the 14th: Jesse. When I forgot my keys at home, Jesse brought them all the way across town to me. Tuesday the 15th: Steve. Not only was it Steve’s birthday, but he also brought me another forgotten key. Trying not to make it a habit… Wednesday the 16th: Augustines. Harriet’s fun August friends brought their friends over for dinner. Thursday the 17th: Church. Read my post about Maundy Thursday.
I wouldn’t say we go to an experimental church. But, yesterday our church had an experiemental service. They offered their first annual Maundy Thursday Family Service. I would call the experiment a success. The only thing they should change would be saving the nice towels for the adult service. More on that later.
During the Gospel, there was a full chorus of children singing various versions of the typical child-song. During the prayers, there was a line dance happening in the back pews. During the children’s sermon, I counted at least three children who were expertly expressing their emotions.
Then came the main event.
Our lovely priest washed any child’s feet who wanted their feet washed. There were pitchers of water, a big bowl for the feet, beautifully pristine white towels for drying.
The first spill happened right away, so it was good to get it out of the way. The first spill was born out of exuberance and happiness. Feet were washed.
More water was spilled. And more. More feet were washed.
Then came communion. When the kids gather around the altar, to be involved in the Great Thanksgiving, it was exciting, as always. Kids were watching the priest. Kids were sitting together. Kids were doing suspicious dancing, ending with mad dashes to the restroom. Kids were refusing to stand with their friends. Kids were spitting up. Exciting.
One thing that our church does is this – before the priest says, “The gifts of God, for the people of God,” he hands the bread and wine to the children to hold up. As he handed the pitcher of wine to Alma and another child, the priest said, “Here you go, Alma. And Carolyn. Help them.” No more spills, here.
Then the service was over.
There were muddy little footprints in the aisle.
All the pristine towels were soaked.
The children had clean feet.
The priest had damp robes.
I felt overwhelmingly happy that this was our church, and this was what our church does.
Friday the 4th: Fridays. I was really feeling gratitude for having fridays. It could be because I had worked a full week, and was just very happy to be home for a whole weekend with my family.
Saturday the 5th: Henrys.
Sunday the 6th: Jerry’s. We started working on our fun shelving project!
Monday the 7th: BBQ. Yay spring!
Tuesday the 8th: Gram’s House.I know. Two words. But one idea.
Wednesday the 9th: Sunshine.
Thursday the 10th: Magic.I had a wonderfully magic day with my students – full of social justice, self advocacy, hijinks, and hilarity. Then I got to go meet the magic that is baby Ashland. My sweet and talented friend Evynne and her husband, Peter have a new baby. I was lucky enough to take them dinner, and hold Ashland while they ate. I was blown away by the positivity that all three of the Hollens were exuding. And I was blown away with the realization of how fast this flys by. My baby was Ashland’s size mere months ago. My oh my.
Friday the 28th: Wilson. It is always so strange to have a final doctor appointment with a specialist who did a very important thing. How do you say goodbye and thank you? Dr. Lori Wilson was a blessing to Alma and our whole family.
Saturday the 29th: Celebrations. A baby shower for my beautiful friend, Evynne Hollens. A birthday party for my other beautiful friend, Hannah Vasey-Viers.
Our bunny died tonight.
Jesse and I were both with him and he just sort of went away.
Processing grief and sadness is always an eye opening thing for me.
I need to hold it – feel it – roll it around for awhile.
Badımcan was a nice, old bunny.
He had a better life than most.
He was soft.
My first thought was that I am glad our daughters are too young to need to understand.
My second thought was that we are never ever never ever getting another pet.
My relationship with him was so simple.
But I never want to watch that again.
I had a friend in high school who was extremely talented, even back then. We spent hours in the theater at school creating sets, listening to music, and painting. My most favorite memory of Sarah is when we were doing Once Upon a Mattress and she was tasked with painting a huge sheet of plywood, that was supposed to look like a constellation of a dragon, that would be hung in the wizard’s chambers. I ended up helping her on it quite a bit, and it was amazing. It ended up being almost a pointillism style dragon. Sadly, for some reason (maybe she remembers), the director didn’t use it in the staging. It should have been used. I still remember the hours spent making little dots on a huge black board, having great conversations with a great friend.
Since graduation I’m not sure if I’ve even seen her, but I’ve kept up with her on Facebook, and on her beautiful blog. Sarah is the kind of person who, I’m convinced, has more than 24 hours in her day. She is always posting about her creative endeavors, culinary adventures, academic pursuits, and so much more. I don’t know how she does so much, but however she does it, and whatever she does, it is sure to be inspiring. A couple years ago she posted about making sugar plums, and I commented that I didn’t know they were actual things (I thought they were just fairy/ballet related ideas), and she generously and graciously sent me a box to try. That’s just the kind of person she is – the best kind of person.
I have been eying her paintings for years. She has a really interesting, original style. Just a couple months ago, she started selling prints of her paintings on Society6. I decided that I needed a print, and luckily she posted one of my favorites right around my birthday.
“Breath” has always intrigued me. I love the motion in the girl’s pose. I love the colors. I love the mystery. Since I hung it in my house, I’ve been trying to figure out the story in the painting. It’s a little creepy, but really, truly beautiful. When I asked Alma who the girl was, she said, “Mommy.” I love this, because part of why I chose this painting is because it reminded me of how I picture both of my daughters looking someday. The girl in the painting looks like she’s on an adventure, and I hope for many adventures for my girls.
We hung it over our front table, in the living room. I love that, while a print, it is also a great piece of art. Not just a poster or something. Having real art makes me feel fancy (this is making me think that I should do posts about all our art, because looking around the house, I’m realizing that we actually have a lot of original, beautiful artwork!).
We really have to take advantage of the spring before the spring takes advantage of us with its relentless rain and pollen. Our kids are such a great age for playing these days. Alma can almost independently play at a playground. Harriet is content to roll around on a blanket, or nap in the Ergo.
These photos are from earlier this week. We are now in the middle of a 10 day rain storm. Such is life in a Willamette Valley spring.