I’m in Ohio for the weekend. My sister came to visit and we traveled back with her. Yesterday was my cousin Kristin’s wedding in Indiana.
And I brought 3 girls with me. It was a girl weekend. Complete with a girl movie (Kit Kittredge), soaks in Nana’s big bathtub and pedicures. Sorry. No pictures. :o)
The girls have loved the weekend. The attention. The wedding. The “girl stuff.” Being with just Mama, Auntie and Nana.
It’s investment time for us. Just being. And loving. Things that care for our hearts. Things that let us relax and be pampered. Things that take us to deeper conversations.
After the wedding we discussed dresses and wedding traditions. The 7 year old’s favorite part is the kissing. And then the 10 year old had something very important to ask. I was expecting something big and deep. Nope. Not this time.
“Why did they have to make the chicken (at the dinner reception) so hot and spicy?”
Me: “So you didn’t finish it?”
Her: “Yes. I ate 2 and a half kabobs. I was trying to make myself get used to it.”
(This is the child that knows of a certainty that God is calling her to be a missionary doctor in India.)
*sigh* Maybe the really deep conversations will happen later. Or maybe not.
Or maybe they’ll come when I least expect them.
For now, the girls are just glad to be with me. They’ve thanked me several times for bringing them along. I translate that as “Thanks for sharing your life. Thanks for sharing these experiences with us. Thanks for loving us enough to share the joyful moments of life with us. Thanks for nurturing us. Thanks for wanting to have us along. Thanks for knowing the things we love and enjoying those things with us.”
I want to love my daughters and love them well.
Tomorrow we travel home where the guys have been shooting BB guns, wrestling and eating food at odd hours.
And we’ll put our family of Hobb(it)s back in the blender and let the whirl of life begin again in the Shire.