We’re likely somewhere between Sacramento and Madera right now, rolling along Highway 99 with a chatty toddler (hope she doesn’t get car sick!) and a baby boy still learning how to sleep (hope he doesn’t cry the whole way!)
People say you shouldn’t announce vacation plans to the internet. But, as of this week we have ourselves an amazing new alarm system, so I’m just gonna say it: “WE’RE ON VACATION!” Today we’ll drive to Oakhurst where Jonathan has a few work meetings and I’ll be chilling at the hotel pool with our kiddos before livin’ it up at the buffet. Gosh, I love buffets so much. Should I admit that? Probably not. Tomorrow we’re continuing our road trip to Santa Barbara for Nathan’s wedding. It’s been almost two years since we were last in SB, and I miss the city we used to call home.
I am really thankful for this time away from Sacramento. It’s easy to feel a bit, well, landlocked. We’ve spent a LOT of time at home this summer and I’m anxious for salty air, catching up with Jenny and Kristi, the Riviera views and Westmont Chapel on Monday.
Despite our days at home being somewhat ordinary, I’m finding pleasure and thanksgiving in little, unexpected ways. I delight in Anna’s macaroni necklace hanging from her neck–and I’m so thankful for the people who patiently helped her make it during church childcare. I find joy in finding raisins in the couch cushions because it shows our house has become a home to small children who won’t be small for long. I am thankful for sounds of Anna’s cries, “Daddy get you in the grass!” (translation: “chase me, Daddy!”) and the way she says, “I love you sooooo much.” And I’m especially grateful for my Jonathan, who stays cool as a cucumber when my emotions surge from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows. The lowest of lows generally take place between 3:00am and 6:00am, just in case you were wondering.
I wish all of you a beautifully fun and relaxing weekend. Here are a few articles I’ve been enjoying from around the web:
Malcom Gladwell on his return to faith while writing David and Goliath (LOVE his book and can’t wait to read this one!)
“I’m the original voice of Siri.” (Talk about an odd but fun claim to fame!)
In which we can only testify by our absence at church (I GET THIS. Like, REALLY GET THIS.)