June 9

I think I've probably mentioned it before but we're playing car roulette this summer. Since Abby's future car is on order and won't arrive for (at least) a few more weeks, we have four drivers and three cars to meet our transportation needs: Adam and Isaac both need to get to their respective work places, Abby needs to get to school, and I need to run errands and ferry Brady wherever he needs to go. 

Today Isaac had Adam's car, so I picked said-husband up from the train station this evening. And then we hop-skip-jumped downtown for dinner at Strizzi's.

I could immediately tell when he got in the car that he was mentally chewing on something, so I asked him about it during our meal and had the opportunity to serve as a sounding board. (I was right, for the record. I guess almost 24 years of marriage will do that!) 

We are called by God to be partners with our spouses, so I'm grateful for the opportunity to be a help to mine this evening. (And the salad was pretty good, too!)

June 8

It's a bit of a rarity to have all 15 members of a summer baseball team show up for a single game. Or at least that's been our experience.

So when --during my pre-game stroll around the park-- I noticed that all 15 boys were actually present this evening, I asked Coach Chris if I could take a picture. So here they are! Brady is the third boy from the left in the back row.

As I routinely note, it feels like time is flying by at warp speed, so I am grateful for opportunities that allow me to create tangible memories that I --and we-- can look back on.

June 7

I love watching hard work transform into success. 

Brady played again this morning, and although the team didn't fare well, he continued with the adjustments he made at the plate during the previous game and went 2 for 3 with a solid double to dead center. (And he had the distinction of being the batter who broke up a no-hitter relatively late in the game.) He was content with his performance during the drive home after, and thanked me for letting him see the videos of his at-bats from last fall when he hit very, very well, because seeing them helped him to figure out how he needed to adjust his approach.

Hard work doesn't always lead to the results we want, and I'd argue that sometimes a good result isn't the end-game God has in mind for us. Sometimes He wants us to learn patience or humility or perseverance, and the best way to learn those things is to struggle; to push against the things that challenge us until we finally break through.

But when the hours spent on researching and tweaking and perfecting and changing it up produce results, well, those are sweet moments. So I am grateful that I've been on-hand to see some of the fruit of my kiddo's work.

June 6

Adam and I went to Costco this morning. I don't usually like going on weekends because everyone and their grandparents are there, but he wanted to go so I tagged along.

My slight aversion to this specific trip aside, there's generally something really soothing about going to Costco. As we strolled the aisles looking for this and that, I could so clearly remember doing the same with all of our kiddos --even Logan-- all of those years ago. And the memory brought me a sense of peace and contentedness. Not with how things are right now --because our family is permanently incomplete on this side of Heaven-- but because of how Jesus's sacrifice promises they will be, eventually.

Anyway, after we checked out, we swung through the food court and picked up hot dogs and pizza slices (and a salad for Abby) for lunch. And then we ate when we got home. And it was good watching these dear children of ours sit together at the kitchen table eating that food that's always --in a strange way, I suppose-- been so dear to us because of its nostalgic value.

So for all of that --for the memories and the promise of what's to come and the joy of watching Abby and Isaac and Brady continue to grow-- I am thankful.

June 5

I enjoyed a pleasant day with this girl (who doesn't have class on Fridays).

In the morning hours, we went to the Mother Ship, Safeway, and Target. 

Then this evening, we enjoyed a stroll around Central Park in San Ramon before we settled in to watch Brady's baseball game. (They lost again, but Brady had a solid pitching outing and busted out of his hitting slump, going two for two with a well-struck double. So I'm definitely thankful to see his effort finally pay off!)

Anyway, I'm increasingly conscious of how short-lived the "zero to 18 parenting" stage truly is, so I'm grateful for time spent with my babes.

June 4

Ah, my heart: my babes were together again today.

It was a night class day for Abby, so when Isaac got home from his guys' trip to Napa, the three amigos were all home again.

And at some point, after Brady decided he wanted to take a dip in the pool, Abby mused (once again, because she's shared the observation many times since she got home from Chicago) that BearBear needed a bath. 

So they took him outside, filled a bucket with a hefty cup of detergent and water, and got the job done just as they did a year or so ago. 

They were all suitably amused by the process of watching everyone's favorite stuffed predator as he was submerged into the water and then squeezed over and over and over again.

I guess it seems like a strange activity, but it was a blessing to see them laughing and doing something (oddly productive) together. I know these days are growing fewer by the moment, so I am grateful for this opportunity for them to spend some time together and bond.

June 3

I think I've mentioned before that Brady has struggled with batting of late. He had a game today, so this afternoon, he spent a few hours trying to diagnose his issues and working on his swing.

When go-time rolled around, he still didn't get a hit, but he made contact each time and I noticed that he was running better. So that was something.

And then after he went upstairs and did a few hours of driver's ed (because he could get his permit in less than two weeks if he finishes, as crazy as that is), he came back down and asked to watch the video of his at-bats today that I took on my phone.

I know he's frustrated, but I'm grateful that he's still trying because I know he enjoys the game. And I know how important it can be to keep focus and determination when the going gets tough.