May 20

I rolled into the driveway this evening as the sun approached the distant horizon.

So I parked the car, got out, and took a long look at the dazzling orange light as it gradually dropped in the sky and eventually disappeared, leaving behind more muted, quieter shades of amber and bluish gray.

Abby asked about my impressions of Heaven this afternoon as we motored from one destination to the next, and I didn't have much of a reply. She correctly noted that many of my musings on the topic revolve around seeing Logan again, and she's right. I do think of hugging Logan and of being reunited with my grandma and grandpa and other loved ones who have gone before me. 

But, she wondered aloud, do I ever just think about being with God? And Jesus? And just existing in a perpetual state of gratitude amid their overwhelming glory? And honestly, the question irked me because I had to say not really. My thoughts do indeed mostly center on people I've known in this life, whose presence I miss, and I sort of resented being called out for my short-sightedness. But she's right that I should look forward to being with my Savior. 

So this evening, when I saw the radiance of the sunset, it reminded me of the radiance of God. And it reminded me to be mindful and grateful for his all encompassing mercy and love. And I felt a sense of gratitude for my girl, whose irritating question spurred significant and definitively worthwhile reflection.

May 19

I had a lovely time coffeeing with these two lovelies this morning.

It was just the usual Mother Ship run, but it's always good to stop, acknowledge, and appreciate the everyday blessings that fill my life with dimension and color.

So today I'm grateful for Abby and Terry, and for how they both add richness and fun to my days.

And I'm also grateful that Abby brought that giant jug of water inside after I dared her to. I didn't expect her to do it, and watching her take sips from such a massive container made me chuckle more than once.

May 18

Abby's checking items off the adulting to-do list. First, she applied to credentialing programs and enrolled at St. Mary's. Then she graduated from college. Yesterday she bought a Costco membership online. And then today, we went by the warehouse so she could get her membership card.

And then after that, when we decided we did need a cart after all, she went outside to get one and re-entered using her brand new card. This is from the moment of her first-ever Costco Entry Beep.

And that was after she went to my Bible study with me and provided valuable insights, courtesy of a class she took this past semester, that greatly informed and enhanced our conversation.

All very adult-y things. And I am grateful for her increasing maturity.

May 17

Today marked opening day of our family's last Babe Ruth Big Season.

As a 15, Brady was given the role of starting pitcher for the Royals, and later moved out to right field. 

He didn't have a great day on the mound. We were playing a very talented team that includes a number of guys he knows quite well from playing with them since they were 13s, and they hit him pretty hard. On the bright side, he did make it through four innings. And he also made two solid defensive plays in right field on a day when heavy winds made the ball dart around in the sky. So those were good things.

But even better, he didn't seem discouraged or overly frustrated after the game. When I asked him to reflect on what happened, he said that the ball felt slick and he just couldn't get a grip on the seams, so it was hard to throw anything off-speed. And his off-speed pitches are his best. So tonight, I'm grateful for his positive attitude amid challenges. 

May 16

It was a lovely, lovely Saturday.

It started with Brady's last freshman game of the season, which wasn't an actual game but an gold versus white intersquad. Everyone got to play, and most of the boys played positions they don't typically take on. Brady had time catching (as in the pic), at third base, and in centerfield, and he successfully made plays at all three positions. He even threw out a runner who was trying to steal third. It was just a fun, laid back game, and I'm thankful that what was often a stressful season came to a close in such an enjoyable way.

From there, we lunched at Mexico Lindo, and then came home and, at Isaac's request, played a round of Yahtzee, which Adam won by a wide margin. (I was the big loser. I just could not roll a full house!)

So yes, it was a low-key family day. And I am grateful to God to have my nestable chicks in the nest once again.

May 15

After spending most of the week at her friend's lakeside bachelorette gathering, our recent college grad returned home today for good.

It's completely insane to realize that it's already been four years since we first dropped Abby off at Wheaton. (And it's even more insane to realize that we'll be dropping Isaac off at Wheaton in just a few months so he can begin his college adventure. Say what?)

Anyway, Isaac was off volunteering at AWANA when she arrived, but Brady was here. And after a few of the requisite "large forehead" remarks changed hands, she literally chased him around the house trying to get a hug. (I'm not sure if he relented or not.)

But then when Isaac did get home, he immediately said hello and gave her a big hug. 

It felt like vintage Wight House action all-around, and I am feeling tremendously blessed to have the gang back together.

May 14

When the boys got home from school this afternoon, they hollered upstairs to let me know that there were two enormous boxes --stuff Abby sent home from school-- by the garage door and asked if I wanted them hauled upstairs.

Since Adam was in Phoenix and my box-lugging skills aren't in what I'd call peak form these days, I took them up on the offer. 

The first of the two packages was large but flat, so they made quick work of it and deposited it on the foyer floor.

The second, however, was much larger. In fact, the listed weight on the label was 78 pounds and given the dimensions of the box, they were unsure that they'd be able to make it up the steps. But they did indeed make it, and now both boxes await Abby's return tomorrow.

That experience of watching them doubt their ability and then get the job done anyway was striking to me. Often, we face obstacles and challenges that seem daunting at first. They're so daunting, in fact, that we sometimes give in to the fear of failure and give up without even trying. But in making that decision, we're cheating ourselves out of moments to learn, since we do indeed learn and grow from both our successes and our failures.

So from a purely practical perspective, I'm grateful for my boys who found that something they perceived as a "challenge" wasn't really much of a challenge at all and by doing so, helped me out. And I'm grateful to God for their desire and willingness to serve.