April 24

My girl Nikki met me at my usual Mother Ship this morning for coffee and then we came back to my house (which she'd never been inside before; super crazy since we've been here for more than six years but, well, COVID, and then life got busy) so she could help me in my Quest for Grad Dresses.

The plan was for me to model my recent Amazon acquisitions, and then head over to the Outlet Mall to see what we could scrounge up there. So that's what we did. 

She approved and ranked my three pre-purchased choices, and then I tried on a number of options at the Bloomingdale's outlet (which was her idea, since I've always been afraid of Bloomie's). And I found a winner there, too: a pretty, long blue sundress with gorgeous lacy detailing on the bodice and worked through the skirt.

So with her help, I think I've decided what I'll be wearing to BOTH kids' graduation ceremonies (but I'm not telling since there will be photos). Having her with me to give her opinions was a huge blessing and made the process way more fun. So as always, I am grateful to God for her friendship and for the ways we support one another.

April 23

I'm not sure which of them started it because I wasn't in the room at the time, but the weirdsmobiles were at it again this evening.

I came upstairs from the garage just in time to see them lower their heads and lock their arms together like a pair of bulls preparing to do battle. They slid back and forth a few times in their socks before Brady noticed I had my phone poised to snap a pic and abruptly pulled back from the attack pose.

These guys are a near-constant source of amusement these days. So for that pipeline of humor --particularly when life at-large doesn't feel all that funny-- I am grateful.

April 22

Isaac didn't have to work today for the first time in quite a while, so he kept a promise he made to a friend last summer and went to said-friend's Youth Group meeting.

When he got home a little while ago, he shared that there had been baptisms at the meeting, and when we asked if he knew any of the kids, he said yes.

Isaac loves to watch baptisms. I think he gets it from Adam, because he loves to watch them, too. Always has. He's told me before that there's just something special about watching people receive the Holy Spirit. 

So today, I'm thankful that Isaac had the joy of watching more people choose Jesus. And that he brought some of that joy back home.

April 21

It was a wacky weather Tuesday. Clouds then sun then rain then wind then more rain and sun. 

And then after I retrieved Brady from practice and picked up pizza for the boys' dinner, we came across this beauty that arched its way across the sky. 

It was one of the larger, more vibrant rainbows I'd seen in recent history and I actually pulled over (two different times) to get a good look at it because it was just THAT impressive.

So today I am thankful for rainbows and for how God provides them in the midst of storms to remind us that He's always there.

April 20

It's a chilly, rainy evening. 

I've spent it watching a baseball doubleheader on the tube: first was the O's versus the Royals, which featured a thrilling win in extras for my home team, followed by the A's versus the Mariners (in which the A's came from behind to claim the victory). So it was a very good day of pro ball for the fans in the Wight House.

And now I'm just enjoying being under a comfy blanket as I listen to the rain on the roof. We need the rain, so I'm grateful for God's provision there. And I'm also grateful for the many creature comforts that I'm blessed to be able to enjoy.

April 19

It was an uneventful Sunday, with just the usual morning church service on the schedule for most of us.

This evening, those of us who did not have work headed over to the Dairy (where Isaac DID have work) to get some ice cream. He was working the very busy walk-up line as we rolled through the drive thru so we didn't get to say hi this time; I'm sure we'll go again so hopefully next time!

Since I literally took no other pics today, here's a quasi-awkward photo of Brady with his sleeve inexplicably rolled up holding his large chocolate orange cone.

Because I am grateful for this kid and for ice cream!

April 18

It's a Springtime Saturday so we spent much of the day at the high school to watch a doubleheader.

This particular match-up was against a good team --San Ramon Valley-- so there were no guarantees, but the Dons came away with both wins by day's end.

Unfortunately, Brady didn't get much playing time. He came in to pitch in the top of the 6th of game one to get the team out of a first and third jam (which he did successfully) and then pitched a clean 7th to secure the win. They don't credit Saves in freshman ball, but if they did, he'd have gotten one because the final score was 5-3. Best of all for him is that he lowered his ERA to 1.91, which is the current best on the team. He was pretty pleased to see that.

I don't have much else to say about the games themselves, but I do have to say that I'm grateful to report that he had a good cheering section present. Adam and I were there, of course, as were Isaac and Adam's parents. It's a blessing to know that my kiddos have support from family and I'm grateful to God for their presence.

April 17

Following a nearly two-week break in competitive action, the Freshman Dons were back at it today.

The game in question was at Northgate High School, which is a speedy 55-minute drive away in fairly significant Friday commute traffic. It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon and save some mild allergy-related irritation, it was a great day to be outside. 

Brady entered late in the game when he reached on an error by the right fielder and then almost immediately came around to score. Then he played the last few innings in Centerfield.

After the game ended, he was in a chipper mood, so we enjoyed a pleasant, conversation-studded ride back home.

It does my heart and soul so much good when my kiddos have good days, so I am grateful for this one. 

April 16

I had a lovely walk around the Sports Park with my friend Sally and her sweet pup this afternoon.

Her son Ryan and Isaac played baseball together for a number of years, first as members of the Spartans and again last year on the high school JV team, but since neither of them is playing this year, we haven't seen much of each other. So I was happy when, after I texted her to see if she was available earlier this week, she quickly replied with a yes!

She's a very kind person and our conversation is always easy and light, so it was a blessing from God to have time together to catch up.

April 15

I've had a composter for a few years now. I haven't been particularly diligent about keeping its components balanced, so the decomposition process has been inordinately slow. Still, I've continued adding coffee grounds and water and eggshells and clippings from my gardens as I remember to do so. I just rarely look inside (because honestly, I don't want to see the mess).

Today, however, after I added some more greens and cranked the handle a few times to mix it all up, I opened the top and peered inside. And what I saw filled me with joy. 

In the very bottom of the container, I spied a clump of beautiful, dark brown, crumbly material: in all, it probably amounted to a few cups of nutrient-rich compost. But to me, it looked nearly perfect, both because it took a long (long) time to make, and because I know it will benefit my plants in the future by giving them what they need to produce a bigger, better harvest.

It's kind of lovely to me that we can take otherwise useless bits and pieces, mix them together, wait, and wind up with something beneficial. If God can make old apple cores and coffee grinds useful once again, just imagine how much more useful He can make YOU if you're open to His guidance in your life.

April 14

Brady had an appointment with the orthodontist this afternoon, so Isaac drove him over to the office after school and I met them there. (Isaac probably would've been fine with waiting for Brady and then driving him back over to school for practice, but it's not his job.)

They were sitting in the Explorer in the parking lot when I arrived, and when I looked over at them, they were both mewing.

So I got out of my car, went over to the passenger side, and gave Brady the food he'd asked me to bring. I thought it was a good opportunity to take a fun candid pic of them together, but they foiled my effort: every time I lifted my phone, they simultaneously mewed.

I gave up after a few attempts, and chuckled aloud at their weirdness. And I also thanked God for the umpteenth time in recent history for their relationship.

April 13

Although I'm not impressed with Target's clearance pricing more than a week after Easter --still at 50% off for candy? Boo!-- I took a trip down the seasonal aisles during my run through the store this morning.

I have an affinity for Peppermint Patties, so I was pleased to find a bag stashed among the peanut butter cups and jelly beans. (Which I also like. But I already had some.) So I bought it.

And later in the day, when I opened the bag, I fully enjoyed my chocolatey-minty treat.

Sometimes it's about the little things. So today, I'm grateful for clearance sales and sweet treats and Target runs.

April 12

Although I do not love pollen, I do love signs that point to Spring's arrival.

It was mainly the cherry blossoms on the Mall growing up, but it's also the extra-chirpy birds that sit outside my window during the (fortunately not usually too early) morning hours. 

And it's also the rose bushes in our yard. We have white ones out front that flank the garage and red ones out back, and every year, I'm struck by how beautiful and vibrant and full and fragrant they become when the temperature rises.

So for that gift --for the gift of natural loveliness that is so often inherent in the change of seasons-- I am grateful.

April 11

Although there were moments when rays of sunshine broke through the clouds today, it was a mostly overcast, rainy Saturday. 

That made it a good day to sit and watch baseball on the tube. As raindrops pattered against the surface of the pool outside the window, we took in a doubleheader: a win for the A's in the early afternoon and a win for the O's in the early evening.

We haven't had much rain in recent months (which isn't a great thing since the winter is supposed to the rainy season here), so the weather today was a blessing. And I am grateful for the renewal that the moisture will bring to the earth in the days and weeks to come.

April 10

It feels like we're on a train that's moving at breakneck speed toward graduation season. But I'm trying to gradually complete tasks in order to keep myself feeling marginally sane. So given that Abby graduates in one month (a month! Four years goes by in half a blink) I called her restaurant of choice in Wheaton this morning to make grad night dinner reservations. Check!

And then after I loaded Brady up with cleaning supplies (because he told me he wanted to work on his bathroom sink again), I headed out to have breakfast at Jim's with Nikki and Pam.

I had a great time sitting in a little booth with them (even if Nikki did sneak her way into paying the bill... you've declared war, bestie!). We ate and talked about what's been going on in our respective lives. 

Although the food is top notch (and I recommend the Doug omelet, if you like bacon!), the biggest blessing of the experience was time with two wonderful, intelligent ladies. So for that, I am thankful, because good friends are often hard to find.

April 9

I decided, for some reason, that today would be a good day to clean (most of) the baseboards on the first floor. We have a lot of baseboards. So now I am tired and my arms hurt.

But at least the boys enjoyed another day of their Spring Break week. Isaac made a truly enormous breakfast consisting of protein pancakes, eggs, and bacon (the leftovers of which are on the plate next to Brady) and then a little later, they settled into the living room to play some Mario.

I was in a post-cleaning stupor by this time, but I could still hear them laughing from my resting spot in the bedroom. And it made me grateful to God --once again-- that they have one another and that their relationship is strong. 

April 8

The boys put their raft to the test today by plunking it down in the pool.

And it floated!

Brady, as the lighter of the two, was first to try it out (and the one who spent the most time lounging on it as the day wore on). And after he had confirmed its functionality (which means it didn't sink under his weight), Isaac took a turn.

I'm proud of them for finding something (albeit a little weird but still) productive to do during their break from school. 

And I'm thankful to God for their creativity as well as their shared ability to get along and work together toward a common goal.

April 7

Since there's rain in the forecast later this week, I encouraged the brositos to go outside and play catch this afternoon.

So they grabbed Brady's new ball and headed out back.

Then they came back inside a little later and announced, with great determination, that they were going to build a boat. In the yard by the pool.   

I didn't think much of it at the time because... a boat? In the yard? 

But after Isaac went to the gym, they drove over to Lowe's together and returned with wood --a lot of wood-- and several blue buckets. And screws. 

And then they literally built a raft. They picked it up and lowered it into the hot tub to confirm that it would float. It did, but they still want to add more buckets to add to the buoyancy. So that's tomorrow's project.

But I'm impressed with their ingenuity. And I'm grateful that God blessed them with creativity and a desire to get things done. (And yeah, I'm also grateful that they didn't spend the whole day playing video games. And I think it's a little funny that they built a boat when there's rain a'comin'.)

April 6

I ordered new seedlings for the hydroponic garden this afternoon, so it seemed logical that I start the process of clearing out the existing, mostly overgrown and underproductive plants. 

Isaac had already picked and chopped up some green onion for his nachos, and was actively bagging up the leftovers for later use when I got to work. As I started to wrangle with a particularly stubborn arugula vine, he asked if he could taste a leaf. So I handed him one, and he nibbled an edge. I'm not much on arugula in general --and the one in my garden is very, very spicy-- but he said he liked it, so I plucked leaves and flowers (because did you know the flowers are actually pretty tasty? The flavor is similar but much milder than the leaves) for him to bag up.

He also said he wanted to save some cilantro, so I trimmed several sections for him and put them on the counter. And then Brady appeared and asked if he could bag up parsley. And when he'd finished with that task, he sat down by the garden and pruned an entire large bowl's worth of lettuce. 

So thanks to their efforts, the fridge is now stocked with lots of greens. 

It's the first weekday of Spring Break and it's true that neither of them has any plans, but I was still pleased that they wanted to help with such a practical, arguably mundane task. They're good boys, and I'm thankful to be their mom.

April 5

It's been a quiet, restful Easter at our house.

When the boys came downstairs this morning, we gathered in the family room where the Easter Bunny had left their baskets in front of the fireplace. They plunked down on the floor, graciously consented to photos, and then went through their booty. I was quietly thankful that I judged their interests as well as I did because that doesn't always happen. (The proof in the pudding? Isaac assembled his mini wind-up robot as soon as he got home from church and Brady bounced his high-bounce bouncy ball against the back of the house for hours. And both munched their Hershey's bunnies and Sour Patch Kids. And at one point, I looked over and realized that both were busily working on their respective Sudoku books. That's success. And although I could make it about me, I'll pass to praise on to the Lord for giving me good ideas!)

After the baskets were emptied we got dressed (and yep, I got Isaac and Brady matching shirts, which they accepted and wore with zero complaints) and went to church, where a Christian dance group performed in addition to the usual Sunday sermon. I've always had an emotional connection with dance, so they brought tears to my eyes.

We filled the rest of the afternoon with the A's game on TV and lasagna for dinner followed by several hands of cards around the table. And then after that, Adam connected with Abby via video call.

So I'd say it was a good family day. 

And beyond that, it was a good day to remember and be thankful for the Resurrection of Jesus. His fully selfless, sacrificial act changed life forever for those who call Him Lord: given that the Resurrection means that Logan is waiting for us on the other side of the veil and not gone forever, I can never be grateful enough for Easter.

April 4

The Freshman Dons played a doubleheader at home today against Cal High. The two-game days are always kind of brutal, especially when the sun is shining without the benefit of ray-busting cloud-cover, but it's still fun to be out there cheering on our boys.

In the end, they came away with a win and a loss. Brady started the first game in right field and went 1 for 3 with a nice double down the right field line. In game two --which featured a very different lineup, since they have a 22-man roster-- he came in at the top of the 7th and pitched a scoreless inning. 

All in all, a solid day of work. And a decent outcome against a good team.

This is a pic of some of the boys that one of the parents suggested we snap after game two. (Brady is third from the right.) We've definitely been on some teams that had an unfavorable vibe, but I'm grateful to say that this is definitely not one of them. The smiles are on their faces here are real, because they genuinely like playing together. So for that not-small blessing, I am thankful.

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.