March 12

Abby heads back to Wheaton for her last two months of college on Sunday (which is completely insane to me but that's an aside). Isaac had plans volunteering with Young Life for the evening, but the rest of us went to dinner at Black Bear per her request.

It was, as far as dinners with the fam go, a good one. I think we all enjoyed our meal picks (even if I did go a bit in the calorically extravagant direction with chocolate chip pancakes). And we definitely had some amusing interactions that made me laugh out loud, including Abby's incredulous observation that Isaac is "six feet tall, blonde, and tan" when faced with the reality that he's scared to talk to girls.

It was a good time, and I am --as always--grateful to God for them and for the time spent with them.

March 11

I had another nice day with this girl of mine.

We went to Starbucks and Target this morning, and then headed over to Costco around lunchtime for some pizza. (Since I knew she wanted a slice before she heads back to school this weekend.) Oh, and bananas. The employee at the door looked at me like I was nuts when I noted that all I had to carry out was a bunch of bananas.

Then this afternoon, we took Brady to his game in Castro Valley and sat together in the (very tiny and rickety) stands in our purple Amador garb. She cracked me up with her random cheers (Amadorable, anyone?) and concerns that the softball players across the way who incorrectly interpreted her squinting in their direction might beat her up.

It's good to spend time with her, and I am grateful for the minutes we've shared so far this week.

March 10

My two month stint as Adam's sugar mama came to a close today as he too celebrated his 48th birthday.

He was at work for much of the day --where he was celebrated quite nicely, based on the photos he shared that featured signs and a graphic and an array of Crumbl cookies-- so our family celebration had to wait until the evening. We all convened at Cattlemen's for dinner, and then returned home for presents and spice cake (and the beautiful set-up that Abby put out for him this morning, which included notes and a banner and balloons and a scratch-made coffee cake).

I think he had a good day. And beyond that, I hope that he felt the depth of our appreciation and love for him. He's an amazing provider and caretaker and he deserves to be spoiled. He is a gift to his family and we couldn't have been blessed with a better husband and father. 

Happy birthday, hunny! I love you!

March 9

I had a nice, vintage-style morning with Abby.

We started with a trip to the Mother Ship (because well, yeah), where I had my coffee and our pal Neil from New Zealand showed Abby photos of his stepson's single friends. (Although Neil pushed hard for the two extroverted party-guys, Abby selected the quiet one who makes sure the dishes are done.)

Then we headed over to Target and Walmart before finishing with lunch at the Cheesesteak Shop (which admittedly felt a bit Black Friday for March, but cheesesteak is always a good idea so I went with it when she floated the idea).

Anyway, it was a blessing to be able to spend time with my girl, doing things that have so often been part of our usual routine over the years. So for that time, I am grateful.

March 8

It is so wonderful to have all three of these young people under our roof for a little while.

They sat around the table trading verbal witticisms while eating lunch after church. And then when they were finished, they gathered in the living room to engage in one of their Classically Them activities: a few rounds of Mario Kart on the Switch. 

I adore them and I adore listening to them --and being near them-- as they enjoy one another's company. They're all growing up, and hopefully --prayerfully-- they'll keep growing up together.

March 7

After quite the travel saga (thanks Southwest Airlines!), Abby finally got home for Spring at about 3 this morning. 

And following some probably too-small amount of sleep, she got up, got dressed, and came with Isaac to Brady's intersquad scrimmage.

I'm sure she was still tired, but she wanted to be there to hang out with us and to support her littlest bro on the diamond. She's a good big sister like that.

And she's also a great daughter. Although it took a lot of patience to navigate the disaster that was her travel experience, she didn't lose her composure and got home unscathed. I'm proud of her for that because honestly, I'd have probably given some attitude to someone along the way if it'd been me. I'm thankful that God included patience in her blueprints.

And I'm grateful that she's home and hopeful that we have a good week ahead of us!

March 6

Abby comes home for Spring Break today. (Well, she was supposed to get home today. But four hours of flight delays unexpectedly came into play, so she'll actually be back early tomorrow morning. But I digress.)

The boys usually go upstairs to indulge in their own activities like listening to music or playing games by 8:30 or 9, but not tonight. Tonight they stuck around in the family room much longer. Only when I mused aloud that Abby's flight wouldn't even get to Oakland until 3 AM (have I mentioned that I'm annoyed?) did they go to their rooms for the evening. And I think that's because they were waiting to see her.

They don't always get along, but I know they love their big sister. And it made me smile to realize that they were waiting up to welcome her home.