I hope I never lose my joy at the prospect of a new day....an empty slate. I walked down the road today and marveled at the changes already, as we move towards autumn. The crackly leaves in the road and the parched corn still waving in the breeze...the sun is lower in the sky, and even in this heatwave, there is that fall feeling: dismal forebodings of winter.
This fine morning, three of my daughters got on the school bus...I swept floors and cleaned up, made a fresh pot of coffee...then welcomed little Davian, who came over to spend the day with us. He is sitting on the couch with Charlotte Claire, singing, "Let It Go", with all his heart as they play with the Elsa and Anna dolls. They have finished reading a huge book about space exploration. I am so thankful that it works for him to come over here. The girls, my babies, just grow up right before my eyes and take care of him, play with him, treat him so well. They just love him...and so do I. Jonathan is a natural nurturer, he really likes the little ones. And having little ones around just brings joy to the house.
Yesterday, we had lots of joy! Kim, my sis-in-law (the one with 12 kids, who also homeschools her youngest two and two of her older ones), met me at the library...then joined us for ice cream, then came here for a swim...with three of her homeschoolers and her little one year old grandson. The pool water was so amazing on such a hot day, grandson took a little nap in her arms in the water!
When my three Real School kids came home, they asked if we could go and get their school supplies. Oh, they had pens and notebooks, but you know how school is, they need highlighters and folders in different colors and 3-subject notebooks and book covers...the older kids used paper bags to cover their books, but whatever. Kathryn agreed to look after the younger ones, and off we went to Walmart...with Evelyn Joy behind the wheel.
She is gorgeous, Miss Ev. Or Bev, as Mirielle calls her. This is her with Cam when we went to Lake George...
Driving with my kids is challenging for me. Evelyn is my eleventh child...my eleventh driver...and it hasn't gotten easier for me. I hold on to the dashboard, and pump my invisible brakes. She has only driven a few times, and omg, it's scary. She's not a bad driver, she's actually pretty good, but...never mind.
And, speak of the devil, she just called from school not feeling well, and second day, I have to go pick her up...never a dull one...