April 3

It's hard to know what to write about Good Friday. 

Easter --which celebrates the resurrection of Christ-- is the highest of Christian holidays, as it's the day that Jesus rose from the dead to save all who believe in Him from their own sin.

But Good Friday --the day that He was crucified on the cross-- had to come first. He had to bear the weight of all sin before he could rescue us from ourselves.

I didn't spend a lot of time reflecting on that reality today, so I was thankful when Abby texted to share about her experience at the Good Friday service at her church. It made an impact on her, and her sharing her thoughts made an impact on me. And although it's something of a somber day of remembrance, I am thankful to know that Sunday is coming.

April 2

If you look very closely at the envelope Isaac is holding, you will see the name of the college he's decided to attend.

After visiting LA over the weekend and going over the pros and cons of Azusa Pacific and Biola and recalling his impressions of Wheaton, he casually revealed his decision to me while we waited to board our flight home yesterday morning.

So after much consideration, he will... be following in his sister's footsteps and attending Wheaton. He told the whole family--including Abby, who was present via video call-- last night after dinner. (Abby grinned and immediately shook her pom poms, which was kind of hilarious.)

Honestly, I'm happy, but I was a little bit surprised. When we first headed down to LA, it kind of felt like he would be confirming a decision to attend Biola. He's always been a warm weather guy and I could see him enjoying life in Southern California, but the campus just didn't appeal to him. 

But, he mused, Wheaton is beautiful. And the academics there are great. And he had a lot of fun during his overnight visit last Fall. (In fact, the guy who served as his host has actually followed up with Abby to ask if he'd be attending the school or not.) And despite earlier thoughts and opinions and concerns about cold weather and snow, Wheaton felt like the right decision to him.

So today I've been thinking about what a blessing it is to have two children who have wanted to continue to live out their faith in tangible ways in college. And my big prayer is that Isaac will enjoy his time there just as much as I know Abby has enjoyed hers.

April 1

Isaac and I returned to the nest today following a lovely and informative trip to LA.

It was a huge blessing to us to be welcomed so warmly by Charlie and Alexi, who are master hosts. Even Penny the cat --after she was given 24 hours and a helping of catnip to adapt to our presence-- made us feel like we belonged with her meows (and by not immediately fleeing when we approached).

So this evening, as I head off to bed, I'm thankful for them and for their hospitality.

(And not-so-incidentally, the trip was indeed fruitful, as Isaac has made his college decision. But I'll wait on spilling those beans until he formally clicks the button to accept admission. ;) )

March 31

Today was our last full day in LA. We began it by navigating to IHOP in Pasadena for some pancakes and eggs benedict. Then we drove to Azusa Pacific in time for the one o'clock campus tour.

We arrived a little early and, after chatting with the employee at the entry gate and explaining that Isaac was an admitted student and we just wanted to walk around the campus, she gave us a parking pass and sent us on to the welcome center.

The tour itself was very comprehensive and Isaac really liked the west part of the campus, which is landscaped nicely and had a sort campground vibe. He also appreciated how you can take a trolley to the second part of campus, which is where most of the class buildings are located. When we headed back to the car afterward, he said that it was the prettiest campus he'd seen and lamented that the school didn't have higher academic standards.

Then we drove back to Charlie's house, where the guys shot the breeze and made a dinner plan. We dined at The Raymond 1886, where all of the food was excellent, before we went back to the house to rest. As we rested, I casually watched Brady's team defeat the team from Dublin and tried to get Penny the cat to like me.

I am grateful for the opportunity to be on this trip with Isaac; hearing his thoughts, helping him organize his things, and watching him quietly analyze data in order to select the school that's truly right for him has been a blessing. And I can't wait to see what's next!

March 30

It was a long but wonderful day in the greater Los Angeles area.

Since today was Admitted Students Day at Biola (which was the primary reason that we came to visit now and not during the boys' Spring Break next week), we spent the bulk of our waking hours on campus, starting at about 8:30 AM. We sat in on two classes (one an Intro to Computer Science, and one a  Theology seminar), took tours of the campus and dorms with student guides, attended Chapel, and enjoyed catered Chick fil A for lunch. (I had no idea they made waffle fry potato chips. Go figure!) The school did a nice job of putting the event together and it seems that the students and faculty truly love being there. I don't know what Isaac will decide, but he did say that based on his experiences, he feels like he would be happy at both Biola and Wheaton. 

When the activities wrapped up at around 4, we retrieved our little red rental Kia from the parking garage (which was one of many parking structures and lots on the campus; they even have a lot below the soccer field) and headed back to Charlie and Alexi's house for the evening. After considering our dinner options, we decided to take the brief walk down the hill for some pizza slices at Bub and Grandma's. My artichoke slice was delicious; Charlie explained that they use a sourdough base for their crusts and the flavor was just-spot on. (We also enjoyed sharing an order of meatballs that Alexi ordered; once again, great flavor and texture.) 

Then we hopped and skipped down the street (not literally; I'm just more than 16,000 steps into my day and super tired and feeling punch-drunk at the moment) until we came to Donut Friend, which features fancy donuts named after various musical bands. I chose a delicious-looking danish with blueberry compote that I'll be eating it in the morning because from there, we went back the way we came, crossed the street, and got delicious soft-serve from Magpies. And then we took the return walk to the house. I was gratified when the trek up the steepest part of the hill didn't leave me wheezing.

The rest of the night was spent chit-chatting with Charlie and Alexi and trying to win over Penny the cat. (Which we finally did, aided by the administration of a few generous licks of catnip. We're all now BFFs.)

It was a blessed day for many reasons. It was a blessing to see Isaac taking in the information presented and mulling his options for college. It was a blessing to be in the car with him afterward, listening to him talk about theological truths and how much he enjoys seminars. It was a blessing to hear him say that he thinks he could be happy in multiple places. It was a blessing to spend time with my brother and brother-in-law. And it was a blessing to pet a sweet, soft kitty (and then immediately wash my hands to keep my allergies in check). And I am grateful to God for all of these good gifts.

March 29

The big college decision is on the horizon for Isaac, so this morning he and I flew down to Los Angeles for a few days to visit Biola and Azusa Pacific. 

Adam and Brady dropped us off at the airport in Oakland about two hours ahead of our noon flight. We cleared security quickly and Isaac wanted to explore the food options available, so we trekked from one end of the airport to the other in search of his ideal cuisine. Four thousand steps later, he decided on a breakfast burrito. 

Although he declared that the burrito was merely "meh" (and I agreed that my sandwich wasn't any better), we boarded our flight. I didn't have high hopes for my first post-policy change Southwest flight given Abby's disastrous experience earlier this month, but it wound up going off without a hitch. Even though the flight was full and Adam didn't pay for upgrades, we somehow still wound up sitting in extra legroom seats in row 4 and got the coveted pistachios. (I was shocked.)

After a quick hour-long flight we landed at Burbank Airport, which we both deemed excellent for its adorable, old-school vibe and excellent signage, and secured our rental car. Since we had a few hours to kill, I asked Isaac if there was anything he'd like to do, and he mentioned that seeing the Hollywood sign would be cool, so we tried to do that. We failed, but we did take a nice drive up to the Observatory. 

Then he suggested we drive east to Claremont to visit my old stomping grounds, so that's what we did. As we rolled into town, I had a sudden memory of 21 Choices --a froyo place we occasionally visited during our college days-- so we Googled our way to one and enjoyed some cool treats, which seemed fair since it was 90 degrees. (His was banana cream, mine was cold brew coffee mixed with pretzels and salted caramel. Thumbs up for both.) Then we drove back to CMC's campus and walked around. I hadn't been in a number of years and lots of changes have been made --mostly the addition of new dorms-- so it felt different. But there were still moments when the sense of familiarity was so strong that it seemed as if I'd only been away for a few years. And thankfully, the fountain in front of Bauer Center where Logan once stripped off his clothes and went for a joyful splish-splash is still intact.

Then it was on to La Mirada and the Biola University campus for a Sandlot Revival featuring the Savannah Bananas' RobertAnthony Cruz. Before the event began, we walked around and got a feel for the campus (although we'll get a better feel during tomorrow's Admitted Students Day). The worship event was relaxing and inspirational, and hopefully, prayerfully, someone in the audience was touched by Coach Rac's testimony and the music. 

By then it was 8:30, so we routed back to Cane's for chicken fingers (since Isaac had a yen) and then got back on the 5, bound for my brother Charlie and Alexi's house in the LA hills. We sat around the kitchen table and chatted for a few hours before Charlie showed us to our rooms. I am grateful to them for their hospitality, and I'm thankful that I'm finally getting to see their home in person. 

And now... well, now I'm exhausted. It'll be an early morning and a busy day, but I'm looking forward to it. And I'm grateful to God for His provision in every area of my life, for He is good in every way possible.

March 28

After an intense game that ended with our boys absorbing their first loss of the season (mostly thanks to a pair of umpires who were objectively awful; you know it's bad when even the other team's coach admits that none of the close calls --and some of the obvious calls that should've been easy to make-- went in our favor. Seriously, one dude must've forgotten his seeing eye dog because he missed the most obvious safe call I've ever seen. And the other was just making up rules that don't actually exist in order to penalize our team. Ugh. Clearly I could go on and on about how ridiculous it was), we went to Wendy's.

The initial plan was just to get Frostys (for the guys, anyway; I'd been thinking orange vanilla Diet Coke from the Freestyle machine all along), but given that it was after 1:30 and we'd yet to lunch-it, we decided to sit down and eat instead. 

And we had a lovely time together. I was impressed by how Brady was able to quickly dispense with any frustration over the game's outcome, especially since he pitched the last two innings and the winning run scored on his watch. (Although the runner that scored should've been out at second base; 'twas one of the many muffed calls.) He was able to realize that despite what happened, he pitched well. His curveball was working and he was, for the most part, hitting his spots effectively. And during his single trip to the plate as a batter, he walked. So for his part, all good things.

So tonight, I'm thankful for two specific things: for time with these amazing guys, just sitting in a fast food joint eating burgers and chicken and fries and drinking Diet Coke, and for my baby's growing ability to extract from and focus on the good parts of a not-great situation. The latter is not always easy for adults to do, so I'm grateful that's he's continuing to grow and mature.

March 27

We were sitting in the family room watching the A's opening game on TV this evening when Brady abruptly froze while eating a croissant. 

Once I figured out he was sitting completely still, I looked over at Adam and he too seemed puzzled. I started to ask Isaac --who'd been in the kitchen filling his water bottle-- if he knew why Brady was frozen, but it was then that I realized he too wasn't moving; he was standing with the bottle in one hand and the top in the other, staring into space.

It was very strange; they'd never spontaneously gone still.

I spent the next five minutes going back and forth between the boys, trying to get them to crack; saying funny things, blowing in their faces, that kind of thing. Eventually, (without moving, of course) Isaac called a truce (twice, since neither moved after the first attempt) and everything went back to normal as suddenly as the strangeness began.

I'm still not entirely sure what prompted the stand-off, but it provided a dose of unexpected entertainment for me. So today, I'm thankful for how much amusement my boys sometimes provide. They absolutely make life more interesting.

March 26

This morning I ordered a slice of pumpkin loaf to accompany my coffee at the Mother Ship. When Barista Sheila called my name, she held out not one but two pastry bags and explained that she'd accidentally broken the corner off of the first slice. Rather than throwing the damaged goods out, she gave me both the imperfect one and a fresh one.

Given my current cognizant-of-calories mindset, I knew I didn't want to eat both, but I took them anyway and settled contentedly into my corner.

When Terry showed up a few minutes later, she remarked that she'd been in a hurry and forgot a few things. Including her package of breakfast biscuits. I casually asked if she'd ordered food and when she said no, I plunked the bag containing the extra pumpkin loaf on her table. And then I explained what happened.

God had a plan for that extra slice of bread all along. And I'm thankful that I was given the opportunity to share my bounty with my friend.

March 25

I've been enjoying my foray into the New Testament. I finished with Romans yesterday and now I'm into 1 Corinthians. So I've been pondering the Word and thinking about God and how He moves in the world, but I haven't been so good about noticing His movements around me in recent days.

So I'm keeping this post simple.

I had a lovely time this evening with these two guys (and just these two because Isaac is at work). We camped out in the family room eating Chipotle while watching the first game of the new MLB season on Netflix. 

Simply put, everyday joys like these shared with our favorite people are blessings from God. And I am thankful for them.

March 24

Adam and I met for dinner tonight at Strizzi's downtown.

It was a good time overall: the restaurant was mostly empty, and it was a blessing to have some time to just sit together, eat, and catch up on the week's activities to date. So I'm thankful for the time, but I'm also thankful for something else in particular.

When I originally started this post, I wrote "my hunny bunch" instead of Adam. It's an affectionate nickname I use for him now and then. But I only just realized where I probably got it: I can remember my grandpa referring to my grandma as honey bunch sometimes, too. 

My grandparents were important people in my life when I was growing up, and I'm thankful for their involvement and influence in shaping who I am now. And I'm grateful that although they've both moved on to Heaven, bits and pieces of their influence continue to linger (and make me smile).

March 23

As Bible Study drew to a close this morning, we took turns praying aloud as we often do, but this time, the goal was to glorify God before sharing our petitions.

Rather than relying on my own thoughts, I immediately pulled out my phone and Googled "adoration psalms." And the first one that popped up was Psalm 145, so when it was my turn to speak, I read it.

The Psalms as a whole are some of the most beautiful poems I've ever read. The words cover the entire spectrum of human emotion, so there's one that can be applied to just about every experience we might have on this earth. From the greatest joys to the worst pain, the Psalms have us literally covered in prayer.

So for that gift, I am grateful.

March 22

Since we now have the hydroponic garden, I wasn't particularly prompt about planting seeds this year.

In fact, this one lonely spinach seedling is the only one I have thus far. I started it a few weeks ago as a test to see if it would fit in one of the slots on the hydroponic unit. (I think it does, though I haven't tried yet.)

My slacking aside, I still adore watching plants sprout. It amazes me to know that something as tiny and inconsequential-looking as a seed contains the building blocks necessary to grow into a full-sized, food-producing plant.

It's a gift to watch God's creation in action.

March 21

It's Saturday so naturally there was a game today. It was a warm, bright afternoon and I somehow missed a spot with the sunscreen so I'm currently nursing a big red blotch around one of my knees. The joys of spectatorhood!

Anyway, Brady got some (rather unexpected, based on what the coach had told him earlier in the week) quality time at first base. (That's him right there with his glove extended.) He's been struggling a bit at the plate -- today he went 0 for 2 with a walk -- but played solid defense as he usually does, including a Web Gem of a grab that snuffed out a rally by the other team. It was the kind of play that had parents from the other side calling out "great play, first base!" (Although he claims it wasn't that good of a play and he didn't hear anyone applauding the effort. Me? It happened so fast that I had no idea he'd actually caught the ball. Adam said it was entirely instinct.) Just as I started to lament that neither Adam nor I had been recording, one of the other dads approached us and said he had it on video and would we like him to text it to us? So that was an unexpected blessing.

Anyway, sunburn (and allergies) aside, it was fun to be out there watching Brady play. The days of high school sports are few and pass by at a feverish pace, so it's a blessing to be able to cheer for our favorite kids while we can.

March 20

Ah, sweet Friday. I started mine off with coffee (as usual) and then headed downtown to meet Nikki for pedicures.

We both opted for Easter egg-y shades: her a lightly sparkly blue (that I totally would've picked if I'd seen it first) and me, a pale lavender. So now my toes feel prettified for Spring.

But even better, I had some good time with my favorite girl who is not my daughter. As I've written multiple times in the past, I'm so grateful for the friendship Nikki and I have shared since our boys were very young. I know I can count on her no matter what, and am grateful for God for her presence in my life.

March 19

When I got home after picking up Brady (and Jacob) from practice, I found Isaac in the kitchen whipping up a pre-dinner snack. (Which was sort of amusing, given that it was after 6 PM.)

In the pan were scrambled eggs. Off to the side were fresh parsley leaves from the hydroponic garden. In the rice maker? Rice. (Duh.) He plated it up and honestly, it looked pretty good!

I love watching his kid grow. I love watching him become increasingly independent (although it simultaneously breaks my mama-heart just a wee bit to be in "watch" mode and not "help and manage" mode). 

And I know God has great plans for him. And for all of that, I am grateful.

March 18

The pool heater isn't on yet, but the temp climbed into the mid-80s this afternoon and Brady decided he was feeling brave (and perhaps a bit bored) after he got home from school. So into the water he went. 

He acknowledged that it was indeed cold, but that didn't stop him from getting in and out several times:  he alternately cannon-balled into the deep end and took slow, deliberate steps into the shallow end.

After some time had passed, Isaac came outside to join us. (I was watching and chatting with Brady from my perch on the deck.) Brady had plucked a waterlogged pinecone from the pool, and they spent the next 30 minutes throwing it back and forth. (I know it was half an hour because they were tossing it when I left to pick up our Mickey D's and still tossing it when I returned 20 minutes later.)

Although I'm not sure about their choice of "ball" (since there was a literal baseball within reach), I was happy to see them shooting the proverbial breeze and playing catch. I don't know if they realize it yet, but their relationship is a gift from God. And I love watching them be goofy teenage boys together.

March 17

For many reasons that I can't possibly cover in a meaningful way right now (because there are myriad and I'm in the beginning stages of an allergy-eye induced double-dose of Benadryl), I've always been bothered by situations that seem unfair. I might even say overly bothered. And I'm especially bugged when they involve my friends or my kiddos.

I was talking about and reflecting on those feelings with Adam over dinner this evening. I said a lot of things I probably shouldn't have said (because honestly, I'm kind of mean when I'm mad), but in a nutshell, here's my conclusion: If anything is going to make me lose sight of Jesus and start to sink into the water like Peter (Matthew 14), it's going to be the notion that a circumstance is unfair.

As I sat there lost in my frustrations, a thought came to me. And then after a few seconds, probably because it didn't really register the first time, I heard it again, this time a bit louder. 

"What is meant for you will be yours."

I remember telling Abby a version of that truth during one of her finals weeks in high school. She was particularly stressed that she'd fail an exam and then not get into college. And I told her that she wouldn't fail to get into the school God had planned for her to attend. (She seemed to calm down after that but I don't know if it was my revelation or something else that eased her fears.)

And that truth still applies to today's situations. If God wants something for you, you will desire it. And He will clear your path (or help you to overcome obstacles that try to impede your progress). I forget that blessing far too often. So today, I'm grateful that He reminded me that He has our paths laid out for us, and to not worry over what we cannot control.

March 16

It was a quiet day. The boys didn't have school and were still tucked away in their rooms behind closed doors when I headed out for coffee and Terry-time.

When I got back home I spent some time cleaning and organizing and then crocheted until it was time to take Brady to practice.

As I dropped him (and Jackson, who we picked up along the way) off at the gate, I watched them as they walked out of sight and reflected on how crazy it is that my baby is in the middle of his first season of high school baseball. High school! 

I don't know where the time went. But I'm grateful for the moments that have passed and the ones that are still to come. Because shepherding children to adulthood is a great blessing.

March 15

A flight cancellation meant that we had an extra day with our favorite girl.

We started our 12 bonus hours (as I'm calling them) off right with church, and then headed back home for some good chill time. BearBear and Chub both made appearances, and Abby even crafted a special hat for the former, which he proudly wore while proclaiming that he was a chicken nugget.

Then we enjoyed an early dinner at Mexico Lindo, since it was on her list of places she didn't get to go this past week. (And it was early because Isaac had to work.) 

Then we finished off our bonus hours by piling into the Explorer to shuttle her to the airport. Southw(or)t rebooked her on a redeye that leaves a little before midnight and arrived just before 6 AM. She is not thrilled with the arrangement, but handled the frustration like the champion she is. 

It was a good day all around. And I am grateful for the unexpected blessing of extra time with my girl. (And now that her final college spring break is over, it feels like the countdown is officially on: less than two months til graduation. Check in with me. I may lose a marble or two between now and then.)

March 14

It was a long but good day for the residents of the Wight house.

Isaac had a bunch of guys sleep over last night so although most of them were up and out before I woke up, I still tiptoed around the one remaining guest --who lay snoozing in a sleeping bag by the fireplace in the living room-- until Abby and I headed out at 10 for Brady's game at Monte Vista High School. 

It was a beautiful day for baseball, and it was a beautiful day for the Dons, who cranked out 16 runs en route to a 16-4 win. The game ended after only five innings; no one on our side was entirely sure why since we usually go seven, but the sun made it almost uncomfortably warm so the early departure wasn't a terrible outcome. For his part, Brady came in to pinch hit to lead off the fifth inning and smacked a beautiful double to left field. (It's always cool when the other team's outfielder looks up and immediately starts running backward.) He came around to score shortly thereafter and the pure giddiness I could see on his face and in his frenetic motions in the dugout made me smile. 

The fifth went on to be a productive inning for the team, so he came up to bat for a second time and singled to right. Notching two hits in the same inning is something of a rarity so it was cool to see. Then, with the game well in hand, he pitched the bottom of the frame. He gave up one run and wasn't as sharp as I've seen him in the past, but he got the job done. And that's what matters.

Following a few hours at home, we (except Isaac, who had work and drove up later) headed to Adam's parents' house for a January-February-March birthday celebration. (Between our family and Eric's, there are several of us who meet the criteria.) We had a great dinner and a good time chit-chatting. And the cousins had the chance to get together, which they always enjoy. Isaac drove me back home afterward, and I had the chance to listen to his Young Life worship music playlist. I love how he loves to talk about God and share the Gospel. He truly has a gift.

And now, well, now I'm tired. Abby's return flight to Chicago was canceled so her departure time is now late tomorrow night instead of early tomorrow morning, so we'll have one more unexpected day with our favorite girl. And now, I will head off to dreamland feeling thankful to God for every blessing that today delivered. Because there were many.

March 13

The boys didn't have school today (though I have no idea why) so it was a mostly quiet Friday at the Wight house. 

Abby and I went to Starbucks (where she got to sample the new frog cake pop) and Target (just because). And then we went home and mostly went about our own activities for the rest of the day.

This evening as I passed by the front window, I noticed the remnants of the sunset. I always find the swirly clouds and the colors soothing and they always remind me of the greatness of God --because who else could create such amazing, ever-changing works of art?-- so for the sight, I am grateful.

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. 

March 5

Isaac and Brady had their annual check-ups with the doctor this morning.

With the exception of a very low preliminary blood pressure reading for Isaac (which fortunately returned to normal by the time we left), the experience was uneventful for both boys. Both were given clean bills of health and neither was due for any shots.

And both were in their usual jovial moods both inside and outside of the exam room. They joked with (and about) each other and had the most fun I've ever seen kids have in a doctor's office.

And they were still in good spirits when I dropped them back off at school afterward. So for the good moods and the good reports, I am grateful, because I know that neither of those outcomes are guaranteed.

March 4

I came home from Costco early this afternoon and saw this beauty splayed across the kitchen floor.

I guess there was a glass container placed just-so on the counter that filtered the sunlight to create this bit of transient art.

I do love rainbows. They're promises from God, and I am grateful for the reminder that regardless of our immediate circumstances or difficulties, He is always faithful.

March 3

 I love bright, bold color; the kind that's so saturated that it makes my eyes go boing! Know what I mean?

I hoped for some of that super intense color from the Dianthus seedling I added to my hydroponic garden. Well, it bloomed yesterday, and I wasn't disappointed, because the petals are currently a gorgeous, vibrant shade of red. 

Life can so often feel gray and drab --especially of late-- so it's a blessing to me to be able to look across the family room and see such a lovely bit of God's creation flourishing in its space.

March 2

I very much appreciate the man Isaac is becoming. (And I really do mean "man", because he'll be 18 in just three and a half months.)

His phone spontaneously stopped working yesterday morning. Adam ordered him a replacement but it won't be here until later this week, so he's without one for a few days.

He's generally fine with that reality, but when he got home this afternoon, I'd already left for Brady's game and he realized that he had no way to get inside the house (since his entry is tied to an app). Which meant that he had no way to get to the food in the house, which he wanted to eat. And he also couldn't go to the gym since his QR code is stored in his phone. 

I felt badly for not remembering to give him a key, but he was very forgiving about the whole thing: instead of getting mad, he swung by McDonalds and then headed over to the school to join us in the stands. 

I'm thankful that he's continuing to grow into an adult who's capable of pivoting when situations change, or when things don't go as planned. Writing as someone who's never been particularly good at the art of the pivot, I'm grateful for the blessing that is Isaac's easygoing nature.

March 1

How are we already to March? If I were still a writer of checks, I'm sure I'd still using the wrong year. Ha!

Anyway, today was a quiet one. We went to church and came home this morning, and then I took a nap, worked on a project, and went on a short post-dinner walk with Adam.

Although I'd prefer it if my mind were a little calmer, days of rest are a blessing, so I'm grateful for this one and for all of the quiet moments sprinkled throughout its hours.

February 28

Today, Brady and the Freshman Dons played their first official high school games in the form of a doubleheader against Castro Valley.

It was a warm, sunny day that gave me my first winter sunburn in years, but by the time the post-game field maintenance was completed, the Dons had notched their first two wins; the first by a final score of 16-4, and the second, by a much less comfortable 5-4.

Brady definitely made contributions. As the DH in game one, he went 2 for 3 with a walk. (One of his hits was a bomb that rolled to the fence in left center, and the walk came on the 10th pitch of his first at-bat, so he made good use of his opportunities.) He also drove in two runs and scored twice. In game two, he spent a few innings in right field and then threw two scoreless innings, issuing one walk and no hits on 30 pitches. He also struck out two. It still seems like his velocity is down, but he was crafty enough with his pitch selection to make it work.

It was fun to be out there again watching one of my boys play ball. And it's an extra special blessing because this particular team has a really good feel to it: as Isaac noted, the boys all seem to get along well and there's no overt negativity gumming up the works. They all cheer for each other and there are congratulatory fist-bumps all around. My hope and prayer is that all of the positivity will continue, and that this fresh new season will be a great experience for these boys and families.

February 27

Nikki and I took our customary stroll around the mall this morning.

As we passed by the Easter Bunny set up in the center court, she joked that we needed to take our Spring portrait. So voila, we did just that. She's supposed to edit it to add a bunny but hasn't gotten around to it yet so here's the original, unaltered version.

I continue to be grateful for her and for our friendship. I love how we can make each other laugh one moment and be serious and supportive the next. 

She is a blessing.

February 26

Every now and then, I wake up in the morning, think of Logan, and my heart aches. And it's not a fleeting pain; it's an intense, full-bodied sensation that feels like it might break me in two. Long story  shorter, I had one of those experiences today.

As I laid there with my face scrunched up and pressed against the pillow --trying to harden myself against the onslaught of emotion that prior experience has taught me was on its way-- I silently prayed "Holy Spirit, come and fill the broken places with Your presence."

And then slowly, gradually, the hurt subsided. And then I had a memory followed by a distinct vision. The memory was a bit of scripture from the book of John, which I'm currently reading, in which John the Baptist says that in order for Jesus to become more, he (John) must become less. I know that in context, John was talking about the vital importance of Jesus' ministry continuing to grow, but the vision that I had made me look at his words a little differently.

See, in that moment as I felt the Holy Spirit come and relieve my pain, I also saw it pour into my heart. It filled in the cracks and crevices that would otherwise cause me immeasurable discomfort with peace beyond explanation. In essence, it brought supernatural healing to my human suffering as it renewed the injured areas of my heart. It made --and makes-- me less like broken, injured, fully human me, and more like Jesus. To borrow John's words, as the pain faded, I was becoming less while He was becoming more.

I know I could never do enough work on myself to heal the hurts I've suffered in this lifetime. I don't have that kind of power. So I'm grateful to have a Savior who does have that kind of power, and I'm grateful for the gift of being able to call on His name.

February 25

Adam is in Costa Rica this week, Isaac didn't have work, and Brady's practice got out quite late this evening, so rather than raiding the pantry or the freezer, I opted to take the boys to Black Bear for dinner.

I'm not entirely sure what inspired the barrage of quick witticisms that both of them dreamed up, but they had me walking the line between just smiling and laughing aloud from the time we left the house until we returned.

There were Brady's animated reactions to eating the butter patties that came with Isaac's pancakes and Isaac's humorous attempts at finishing the day's Connections puzzle. And then Isaac shared his plan to marry a woman with the last name Black so he could name his children after colors. (He was particularly fond of the name Grey Black-Wight.)

I guess I'd say they were in rare form. And I'm so glad that they were, because those moments are some of the best parts of being a parent. So for an unexpectedly fun and entertaining evening with my two favorite high schoolers, I am grateful.

February 24

There was a high school baseball fundraiser at a local eatery this evening. I wasn't initially thrilled about going (mostly because I was wide awake at 4:30 this morning and spent much of the afternoon alternating between tired and dozing off). But I'm glad that I did.

(I didn't think to take a photo while I was there so here's one I took of Brady and Jackson at school pick-up. I figure it works because they both play baseball.)

Anyway, I'm glad that I went because it gave me the opportunity to connect with folks that I've known for a while now and like. Better still, I realized --as I was sitting there sipping the half-glass of wine that Shannon graciously shared and listening to the buzz of conversation all around-- that I felt very comfortable. I felt like I belonged right where I was. And given how that feeling has been either absent or fleeting for me throughout much of my lifetime, it was a blessing to feel that sense of community.

February 23

It was my turn to lead Bible study this morning. I think I did a serviceable job (and the ladies in the group were more than gracious in response to my effort), but what was most notable to me from the experience was the closing prayer.

Rather than having just one person take care of it as is our usual custom, we went around the circle and took turns praying for one another's expressed needs.

And I thought it was beautiful. In fact, I could actually feel the Holy Spirit bubbling up in my chest, which isn't exactly a routine experience for me. I almost asked if anyone else could feel it when we were leaving, but opted to keep it to myself.

So for those gifts --of being able to lift one another up and of feeling connected to God in such a tangible way-- I am thankful.

February 22

The little pond in our backyard has been empty --as in bone-dry-- for months now. There were issues with the pipes that need to be addressed, so we simply turned it off and the water evaporated.

And then last week, the rains came. It poured for several days running, and when I ventured into the yard this afternoon, I found that those bountiful rains had fully filled that little pond.

I know that in my lifetime, I've had seasons that have felt very spiritually dry; almost desert-like, in fact. Barren and fruitless. So it's a blessing to remember that even the driest of land can be reinvigorated and restored to a life-giving state. For me, I know that if my heart is open to Jesus, He will enter and provide the spiritual refreshment that I need, just like the rainwater that filled our pond.

February 21

Brady donned a high school baseball uniform for the first time today. It was just a nine-inning (thankfully, home) scrimmage against Burlingame. But it was still rather surreal to see my baby wearing those duds and settling into his brand new number (15). It still seems insane that he's already in high school. I know Adam feels the same way, because as the scrimmage began, he sat back in his seat and mused "wow, it's been three years since we've watched games at this field." (Which is true, because JV and Varsity have dibs on the better field that's around the corner.)

Anyway, there are 20 kids on the freshman roster this season (which is a lot compared to Isaac's previous high school seasons) so there were a lot of kids coming in and out of the game, but overall, it was a good one for Brady. Each pitcher threw a single inning, and Brady was the first one up. He gave up one unearned run and had a strikeout (or two... I'm not positive because it was the beginning of a three-plus hour long nine inning game), so I think he was satisfied. Defensively, he spent time in center field and at first base. At the plate, he went two for two with a walk.

It was really fun to watch them play and to listen to them cheer for each other from the dugout. There's an energy and excitement there that I just don't experience anywhere else. The 18-2 final score suggests they could be a solid team, but of course only time will reveal if that's the case or not. 

Anyway, today I'm grateful for the gift that is watching my kiddos as they engage in activities they enjoy.

February 20

Adam and I had our Valentine's Day dinner at Haps this evening.

We stopped trying to go out on February 14 a number of years ago; the last attempt at doing so featured us seated at a too-small table, surrounded by other couples seated at table were also too small and far too close together. Given that neither of us love small spaces or crowds, it seemed a no-brainer to pick a different date.

So that's what we started doing. And today was the day. And I am grateful to God for the time with my hunny spent enjoying excellent food and conversation (even if I was too stuffed to have a chocolate creme brulee).

February 19

Brady has a few videos of himself pitching that one of his teammates took during practice today. He reviewed them this evening (with the occasional glance upward at the "Simpsons" episode we were watching) to try to isolate the issue he feels like he's had with his delivery of late.

After the TV was off and Isaac and Adam had gone to bed, he moved onto the floor near where I was seated so he could show me the videos too. So I watched them. And honestly, other than noting that his leg kick was a little low and his arm angle a little off to the side, I didn't see much.

But he kept looking. And reviewing. I gave him his pitching coach's number so he could ask him for his thoughts. And then he said good-night and went upstairs. And I know he kept right on thinking, because about five minutes later, he came back downstairs and announced that the thinks the problem is that he's not drawing enough power from his back leg.

I understood what he meant and he may well be right. But I was more impressed by his tenacity. He's not someone who will just give up when things get challenging, and I know God blessed him with that determination. So for that gift in my son --my baby-- I am thankful.

February 18

Adam made spaghetti and garlic bread for dinner this evening after he got home from work.

It's not unusual for him to cook, but it was especially appreciated today as I've not been feeling the best. 

As I munched on that crunchy garlic bread, I reflected on what a blessing it is to have a partner who is an actual partner; who shares responsibility and helps to keep our household afloat in practical ways. I know that not everyone enjoys that kind of luxury.

So for the blessing that my hunny is to me, I am grateful.

February 17

It was cold and rainy today. And by "rainy" I mean downpour-y. (As I sit here writing, in fact, the rain is pelting the roof with impressive and vaguely frightening ferocity.) While I was trying to avoid going outside, Brady was at school finding out that he will indeed play for the freshman baseball team this year with uniform number 15. So some good news there (and a heads' up to those of you who supported the baseball program when Isaac played: I'm sure we'll be in touch soon!). 

With all of that said, after Adam and I returned from dinner at Mexico Lindo (sorry Abby), I was very happy to switch on my electric blanket and wrap myself in its warmth. Although our current 41-degree temp may seem warm to lots of you (and part of me -- the young part of me who grew up back east and actually had to deal with snow and ice during the winter months -- acknowledges that it's not actually that cold), it's chilly to me now. 

So today, I'm thankful to God for good news that made Brady launch into his cute, rapid-talking  excited-mode, and for warm blankets on cold days. 

February 16

Since it's President's Day and I didn't need to be anywhere in particular today, I didn't set my alarm clock last night. So I slept in this morning. (And I mean really slept in.)

When I first emerged from my room, I found Brady in the kitchen trying to figure out what he wanted to eat. After mulling his choices, he asked if he could use some of the greens from the hydroponic garden (because that's what the stand I mentioned yesterday is actually called) in a smoothie.

So that's what he did: he took some parsley, spinach, and crunchy leaf lettuce and combined it with strawberries, milk, yogurt, and ice to create his smoothie. And then he gave me some, too.

I love watching him (and his siblings) as they gradually become more responsible and independent. (And I love it when they share the fruits of their labor and creativity with me, too.) It's all a blessing.

February 15

Adam got me this indoor farm stand contraption for my birthday last month. It's kind of complicated, but the watered down explanation is that you put seedlings that were started in peat pellets into spaces on this big self-watering stand that includes built-in LED lights. And then you wait for your produce to grow.

Mine is currently growing several different varieties of lettuce, spinach, and a few other greens, and I occasionally stop by the stand to pluck a leaf to munch on between meals. And they are all just so fresh and good.

Anyway, tonight as he was making dinner, Adam asked me to harvest some lettuce from the stand, so I did. 

And it was, not surprisingly, really tasty stuff; the kind of tasty that makes me close my eyes and think "mmmm, goodness from dirt". (Lest that sounds weird --and I'm sure it does-- I've always had an affinity for foods that I think of as earthy.) So tonight, I'm grateful for fresh food and for the setup that allows me to easily grow my own.

February 14

Ah, Valentine's Day. Our day of love began with Isaac heading off to camp, but not as a camper or a work crew volunteer this time. One of the leaders for the Young Life middle school Presidents' weekend camp got sick, so they asked Isaac to step in as a leader. He's in charge of a cabin of eighth grade boys and I'm praying that he has a great time (and is filled with a huge dose of patience for his charges).

Then several additional hours were spent at the high school watching the freshmen boys finish up tryouts with an intersquad scrimmage. Brady was the first pitcher up and, to be blunt, he struggled. Badly. He's been sick all week and felt particularly awful this morning, but he knew it was important to show so he suited up and hit the diamond. I could tell from the first warm-up pitch that his velocity was way (way) down, and the boys took advantage. Fortunately, he played good defense and had a nice hit too, so hopefully his success earlier in the week will make up for today's gaffe on the mound. (And hopefully the black eye he gave himself getting into the car after --yep, getting into the car ("why is the door frame curved like that?!")-- will heal up soon, too.

Nonetheless, it was good to be outside. It was good to watch my baby play his first game on the Varsity field. It was good to have brief conversations with some friends. And although our Valentine's Day didn't offer much traditional drippy-candled Valentine'ing (aside from the chocolates and peanut butter pretzels and large Conversation hearts I got for the boys and Adam and the candy and flowers Adam got for me), it was still full of love in more practical forms. So for that, I am grateful.

February 13

Nikki and I took one of our mall walks this morning. I was a little early so while I waited for her, I plunked down in front of Mini Cat Town to stare at the kitties (like I do).

The little grey tabby on the right immediately strolled right up to the window and parked herself in front of me. And although I tried (hard), she wasn't interested in making eye contact. A few minutes later, the one on the left came over to say hi; she walked right up to the window and looked right at me. 

And I talked to them through the glass until Nikki arrived.

I'm too allergic to cats to own one, but it's always a blessing when I can interact with them (safely, through glass).