1. East Tennessee has been battered by a series of vicious storms. Rain, winds upwards of 60mph, trees falling on power lines, power outages for half of the county. A co-worker who lives in our area lost everything when a giant tree fell on his house. A sliver of our fascia blew off. Our patio furniture was blown to the other end of our lawn. All of our trees are still standing. We are the lucky ones.
2. We celebrated Bean’s first birthday last weekend, driven inside by the storms. We had a packed house crawling with family and friends eager to joyfully celebrate our baby girl. We ate, we laughed, we ate some more, because I made no less than three strawberry-themed desserts, we rejoiced in togetherness and frosting faces. We are the loved ones.
3. Our church held their Vacation Bible School this week, and, still relatively new to the congregation, I decided to help out. Bug and I made new friends, learned Bible verses, new songs, and the artistic value of shaving cream. We were greeted by name by many during the cookout celebration held beneath an overhang to escape the rain. We are the accepted ones.
4. Bug was also invited to another VBS at a nearby church that ran during the evening. We came home from our VBS, ate, rested, ate, and ran off to VBS part 2, where he could spend more time learning about God next to his best friend from school. The laundry pile is the size of a small country, we went through more gas this week than I do in a month, we have bags and bags of art projects, we are looking forward to an uneventful weekend. We are the exhausted ones.
5. It’s the weekend. Halle-freaking-lujah. (Can I say that?)