A Prairie Wedding

My niece got married last week!

Talk about exciting!

And – to add to the fun – the ceremony and reception were at my parents home.

On their prairie surrounded by mom’s gorgeous flowers.

And two of my sons were groomsmen.

They’re the handsome chaps on the right.

11948534_892079190885805_957635954_oSee those ties?

They were my contribution to the wedding. I made all four of them. It looked like such an easy pattern – I mean really – how hard can it be to make a bow tie?

Ha! You have no ideas how many times I messed up that simple pattern!

And yes – I teared up when I saw Lexie in her wedding dress.

11220081_10208139244345287_4520535201894319070_nBut I wasn’t the only one.

Her aunts and I were a puddle.

Seriously – it was just yesterday that she was a little tike running around Nana’s prairie with my kiddos shooting pretend bears with the bb guns.

And now she’s a bride – walking across that same prairie on her dad’s arm to meet her groom.

Sniff.

They grow up so fast!

 

25 Years Ago

Jan and I celebrated twenty-five years of marriage this week.

Twenty-five years!

It’s been a remembering kind of week.

I’ve pulled out the old pictures.

Marveling at how young we looked.

Anniversary Surrounded by friends and family.

I look in our eyes and see the joy, the incredible joy we felt that day.

He loves me!

He chose me!

And now – 25 years later -there’s still joy.

 

wedding photoAnd peace.

And contentment.

And more love than those two newlyweds could have ever imagined.

Forged in the day by day commitment of two hearts.

For better or worse.

For richer and poorer.

In sickness and health.

For as long as we both shall live.

“Come, grow old with me, for the best is yet to come.”

60 Years and Counting

We celebrated my husband’s parents 60th wedding anniversary last weekend.

60 years.

6 decades.

Over 21,900 days.

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A lifetime ago.

A different world.

In a  church filled with roses, a commitment was made.

11400985_1616701748577060_1119620288064640903_nTo love, honor and cherish.

In sickness and in health.

Four kids.

20 grandchildren.

Thousands of meals.

Making a home wherever the Air Force sent them.

Times of joy and laughter.

Seasons of sorry and tears.

11647376_861161067310951_532967394_nStill together.

A promise kept.

Two lives became one.

They didn’t just fall in love, they stayed in love.

Chick Date

chick dateJan asked me on a date today.

He said he would pick me up as soon as he got home from work and then we would drive through the beautiful countryside on an adventure to pick up the week old baby chicks he bought from a guy on the Swap.

I like dates. I like baby chicks. I like drives through the beautiful countryside with my husband. So of course I said yes.

We took off in the Geo (the little tin can on wheels that Jan drives) across miles and miles of gravel roads.

And all those gravel roads were covered with new gravel.

Trust me when I say that driving on new gravel in the tin can car is not an enjoyable experience.

But we finally arrived at the farm of the nice older man who was selling the chicks.  This fella was quite the character and entertained us for at least 15 minutes with stories punctuated with “dadgum” and “cotton picking” before he produced the chickens from somewhere inside the house.

We pronounced them perfect and paid him.

Then he continued, without a breath, for another twenty minutes with more “dadgum” and “cotton picking” stories.

We finally pulled ourselves away and took our box of chicks to the car.

I climbed in first and Jan handed me the box saying, “You better hold them.”

So I did.

Off we go, in the Geo, down the gravel road covered with new gravel, with a box of week old chicks in my lap.

Did I mention the fact the Geo makes makes strange and wondrous noises – especially when it is bouncing along on new gravel?

All these noises and wild bouncing frightens the little chicks. Do you know what little chicks do when they are frightened? I immediately wished for a thicker box as that tiny car started to smell very ripe.

I, of course, got a nose full and was praying for deliverance when my husband announces, “I think the guy we get our honey from lives down this road.” And he turns down a gravel road in the opposite direction.

The bumpy turn on new gravel really sets the little chicks off and they attempt to fly out of the box on my lap.

So now we are taking the long way home, in the Geo, on gravel roads with new gravel, while I’m holding a box of week old chicks who are pooping up a storm and trying to fly in my face.

It was a long, smelly ride.

It is safe to say that I did not enjoy the beautiful countryside, nor could I enjoy the lovely fragrance of the wild plum blossoms that lined the ditches on both sides of the road.

At least he came through with the adventure part.

Trust me when I say that I plan to be the only chick on our next date. 🙂

A Weekend of Surprises

I had a birthday this weekend. 🙂

And it was a crazy wonderful weekend – full of surprises!

It started on Friday night when Pedro unexpectedly drove in the driveway.

It was a surprise birthday visit – and he bought me flowers and a birthday gift!

IMG_2081 Isn’t he handsome?!

He spent the night and the whole next day.

My momma heart was so happy!

Oh – but that was just the beginning!

On Sunday there were special surprises.

Hugs and chocolate and teasing and sweet gifts left in the car after church.

10928139_789384287821963_1557231960_nAnd Matt called and had time for a wonderfully long chat!

And the kids got me very thoughtful and sweet gifts.

But the biggest surprise of the weekend came from my husband who masterminded the perfect gift.

It started last fall, when we were in the big city – 90 miles from home – to pick up some car parts.

Since auto parts stores don’t hold my attention for long, I left Jan in the muffler section while I headed next door to Cecil’s – a consignment store.

I was mindlessly walking through the large back room of furniture when I saw the most wonderful antique wardrobe!

It was love at first sight.

It would make the perfect sewing cabinet! I could just imagine sorting all my material and notions into the drawers on the side.

But, alas, it was not to be. The store was closing in just a few minutes, we didn’t have a way to get it home, we had several more stops to make, and let’s face it – it just wasn’t in the budget.

Cecils 001So I left that beautiful oak wardrobe in the back room of Cecil’s , knowing that I would never see it again.

You know where this is going don’t you? 🙂

Unbeknownst to me – my sweet husband called Cecil’s and asked them to hold that perfect antique wardrobe for him – which they very happy to do.

Then he asked some amazing friends to pick it up and hide it in their spare bedroom – for several months.

These same friends just happened to show up at my house just as we were eating my birthday supper – which I must admit I found rather odd at the time.

And they sat with the kids and Jan while I opened my gifts – ending with the tiny box from my husband that held an antique key and a Cecil’s business card.

10994860_789384327821959_1606915880_nAnd then they helped Jan bring in my dream cupboard that they had delivered in the back of their van.

I was shocked speechless.

And then I started blubbering nonsense and I cried and everybody talked at once as the details of the surprise that was five months in the making came out.

I felt so humbled and so blessed.

Not just because I now have my dream wardrobe sitting in my sewing room – but because I have the most amazing husband, children and friends.

My heart is full to overflowing.