July 3

Abby's first summer term ended yesterday and since she didn't have any homework, she came with me to the Mother Ship this morning.

In honor of reaching a milestone in her program, I bought her a frou frou drink. (I don't remember exactly what it was, but it had blue cold foam on top and matcha in the drink itself. The important part is that she liked it and I didn't just flush $6.75.)

From there we jaunted through Target and then Grocery Outlet. Abby often expresses how she'd hyped for the fourth, so she wanted to get red, white, and blue food for tomorrow.

It was a pleasant day with my girl. We haven't had a lot of time to hang out since summer school started, so the outing was a blessing.

July 2

I had the munchies a little while ago, so I trolled the pantry and found the box of Strawberry Vanilla Chex that I stashed in an out-of-the-way (also known as Brady Resistant) corner yesterday. The angels sang. (Not really, but I was really pleased and may have fist pumped the air.)

It's probably more sugar than I need, but it's definitely one of my favorite cereals these days. 

So I sat in my seat in the family room and happily crunched those little squares while Adam and I watched the evening World Cup game on TV.

It's a very small thing, but it made me happy. So today, I'm thankful for the blessing of tasty snacks that hit the proverbial spot.

July 1

My allergies flared overnight and I woke up sneezing. (And then I sneezed some more. And more.) I did my customary Starbucks run to see Terry and the guys, dropped by Safeway for some yogurt (since Brady texted me that his teeth hurt from his new retainers so he didn't have much to eat), and then returned home for the day.

I spent the rest of my Wednesday trying to lie low as the sneezing continued and the sinus pressure increased. But rather than frittering away the hours doing nothing at all, I decided I'd buckle down and do some more work on the little pink blanket I've been crocheting for the past few weeks.

I know I've said it before, but it's true that I get a great deal of satisfaction from doing things for other people. I have no idea who will eventually receive this particular piece, but I know that God knows. And I'm grateful that He gave me a practical talent that can be used to bless other people.

June 30

After the extravaganza of busyness that was yesterday, today was very calm by comparison.

In fact, it was more or less a run of the mill day that featured Brady playing computer games and Abby going to class. And it also included our usual date night, this time at Cattlemen's.

It was, as always, good to sit there with my hunny, just going over the day's happenings as we lingered over dinner.

So for the blessing of time together, I am grateful.

June 29

It was a busy Monday at the Wight house.

Bright and early (even before coffee), Brady has his braces removed after a comparatively brief 16-month term. (Abby and Isaac were not so fortunate.) We "celebrated" at Starbucks (even though it was really just me wanting the previously referenced coffee). 

Abby took her new car --her graduation present, which arrived over the weekend while she was in Illinois wedding'ing it up-- for a maiden cruise up the freeway to her class. She reported that it went well.

And Isaac packed up his suitcase and headed to Young Life camp. This year they're going to British Columbia, so rather than dropping him off to catch a bus, his friend Tyler's mom drove them both to SFO to catch a flight to Seattle.

And me? After a brain toot caused me to miss my Bible study, I went home and continued working on the border of a small blanket. 

It was a busy day that featured several firsts for our family: Brady's first moments post-braces and his first piece of gum in more than a year. Abby's first time driving a car that's titled in her name. And Isaac's first trip out of the US. So for the blessing of fun firsts, I am thankful.

(And I'm also thankful for the timely arrival of Abby's car and for Isaac's camp schedule, because my car decided to have a fit over the weekend and is in the shop for the time being. With Isaac out of town and Abby having wheels of her own, I'm free to use the kid-car. Phew. Thank you, God, for Your provision!)

June 28

This image is largely representative of today.

To put it plainly, Isaac was in really, really good mood. And that exuberance made him a wee bit crazy at times.

Like in this image, Brady was trying to throw pitches into his target, but Isaac kept trying to grab his legs. Although I'm sure it annoyed him a bit, it made Brady laugh.

So for the laughter and the lighthearted moments, I am grateful.

June 27

It was a mostly quiet day here at the Wight House, but it was not a quiet day for Abby, who served as a bridesmaid in her friend Ashley's wedding back in Illinois. She sent us a handful of updates throughout the day, including this one this evening.

The short story is that she caught the bouquet.

The longer story is that in catching the bouquet, she trucked one of her besties. She sent a video that the bride's brother recorded and I laughed so hard that I very nearly cried. (Her pal was fine and jumped back up like a Pop Tart.)

Although the contact was limited (as it should've been!), it was pretty clear that she was having a good time. And I'm grateful for that.

I'm also grateful that she had a little more time with her college girlfriends before they all move forward with their post-grad lives. They're a very sweet group of gals, and I hope they'll make an effort to stay in touch as time passes because friendships like theirs are amazing and unique blessings from God.

June 26

Well yes, that is Isaac sitting on a toilet in our front yard.

We've had issues with two of our potties ever since we bought our house way back in 2020, and today we finally got around the having them replaced. 

Toilets are apparently pretty heavy, so the installer-dude wrestled the old ones down the steps and temporarily plunked them down on the lawn. And there they rested while he worked on getting the new thrones set up in the first floor and master bathrooms.

It tickled my funny bone to think of someone actually giving one of the old ones one last sit, so I texted the group chat and announced that I'd get everyone a treat if Isaac did it. (I chose Isaac because a) he was accessible, and b) I knew that given his natural inclination toward being a do-er and a try-er, he was the one most likely to comply. Abby wasn't home, Adam was working, and Brady wouldn't have dignified the request with something as tiny and effortless as an emoji.)

After a brief and half-hearted protestation, he slipped outside and down to the lawn. I watched from my perch in the bedroom above --while simultaneously ensuring the installer was still hard at work in the master bathroom-- as he looked up at me, circled the throne, carefully lifted the seat, and finally sat. 

I laughed and laughed. I sent the photos to the group chat, and Isaac joked that he'd use this one as his new Instagram profile pic. (And I kept my end of the deal by getting the boys sundaes from Costco.)

It's a blessing that he's willing to do silly (and harmless) things just for kicks because choosing to live without fear makes this life infinitely more interesting. And it makes him far more likely to venture into uncomfortable situations where God may use him to make a difference. And that is a big deal.

June 25

Abby's friend Ashley is getting married this weekend in Illinois, so she left for the airport a few minutes ago.

Although she's served as a flower girl a few times, this will be her first time as a bridesmaid; her first time marching down the aisle on the arm of groomsman while clutching flowers. And more importantly, her first time bearing witness as one of her besties repeats those sacred vows to her chosen partner.

Abby has a final project due for one of her classes next week and I know she's thinking about-slash-stressing over it, but I pray that she'll just let go of the worry and enjoy the wedding experience and the time with her friends. And that she'll soak in the blessing of being able to be present on Ashley's big day.

June 24

We had a mini family game night after dinner.

There was no plan to do so, but as we sat around the table after we finished eating, someone suggested we play the game I got for "Mother's Day" again. And no one had any objections, so that's what we did.

It was fun sitting there with my people trying to figure out which disastrous scenario was worse. On a beach with a tsunami approaching or locked in a walk-in freezer? Our differences in perspective were giggle-inducing at times. 

So for the blessing of time with family on a run of the mill weekend evening, I am grateful.

June 23

It's Tuesday and the kiddos were all otherwise occupied, so Adam and I did as we often do and met downtown for dinner.

It wasn't an unusual or notable experience; just a run of the mill meal out with my hunny. But as I sat at the table with my rigatoni and prosecco and Diet Coke, listening to Adam talk about his day, I felt a deep sense of contentment.

And that contentment increased as he walked me out to my car when we were finished, even though he'd parked in a different area.

It's a blessing to feel taken care of, and that I do. And it's a blessing to feel content. So I am grateful.

June 22

I had an inadvertent epiphany during my Bible study meeting this morning: regardless of circumstances, I should try to live with joy. That's it.

It was a thought that came to me quietly and full out of the blue during a tense moment, so I know it came from God.

Live with joy.

So when I got home, I went outside and admired the flowers and the blue sky and the lovely, lovely scent of the bag of soil that's currently sitting out by the raised beds. And then I took a close look at the volunteer tomato plant that's growing in a large pot by the deck. 

The wonder of creation should inspire joy. Blue sky should inspire joy. A productive tomato plant that seeded itself and thrived despite having very little water early on should inspire joy.

And life in and of itself should inspire joy, because if you take a moment to consider the cosmos, it's miraculous that any of us even exist.

So for that supernatural reminder to live with joy, I am thankful, because I don't do it nearly enough.

June 21

It was something of an unconventional Father's Day, mostly because when I rolled out of bed, I quickly learned that Adam had decided that it would also be my make-up Mother's Day (since the real date took a backseat to Abby's graduation. Which, for the record, was totally fine, but I was admittedly a little sad about it).

Anyway, they all trooped onto the bedroom and brought me a donut and orange juice in a champagne glass. They also had a lovely vase of white roses and baby's breath, and they each presented me with a thoughtful gift. It was all very sweet.

And then, in my mind at least, we transitioned to Father's Day. We went to church, the peeps posed for the usual photos in the yard, and we played the game I received, which involved ranking worst case scenarios, over lunch at the kitchen table. (It's a pretty funny game.) 

Throughout the rest of the day, Adam seemed to make a point of doing something with each of us: he played a computer game with Isaac, took a walk with Abby, and watched "The Punisher" with Brady. During the evening hours, he opened his gifts and then we all gathered to eat pizza while watching "Taken 2," which was Adam's movie choice for the day. (We watched the original "Taken" a few years ago, and now he says we'll watch "Taken 3" in two years.) When it ended, Isaac ventured off to the Dairy to get him some lemon/lime ice cream, and then a rousing round of Mario Kart followed. And finally, he finished up his day by plunking down in his chair to watch an old episode of "Matlock" with me (and Isaac, who was chilling on a couch).

I hope he had a good day. I think he did. He's always been a great dad to all of our kiddos and deserves to be celebrated. He's caring and kind and funny and intelligent, and best of all, he lets them know that he loves them every day, which is a gift that not all children receive. He also has the heart of a servant, and I can see the ways in which his selflessness has influenced their behavior and decisions over time. We are all beyond blessed to have him in our lives. Happy Father's Day, hunny! I love you!

June 20

Sometimes our house is very loud. And oftentimes, the high volume is a byproduct of intense video gaming action. That was the case early this afternoon when Isaac and Brady settled into the living room for a showdown.

They started with a few rounds of Mario Kart, which is what they were doing when I snapped this pic. (Incidentally, I too play a few rounds of Mario Kart with just Isaac before Brady came downstairs. I finished a very respective sixth out of twenty-something.)

The true yelling began when they pulled out the Mario baseball game. There was much shouting and ranting and raving and laughing and shrieking. 

And although excess noise is one of my great nemeses, I laughed because I love hearing them having fun together. (And because I realize how few days they have left to create chaos together, since Isaac heads off to college in less than two months.) I am grateful for the sounds of happiness, and for how cacophony rooted in brotherly love sounds miraculously harmonious to my ears.

June 19

I haven't done much crocheting of late; just haven't felt the desire.

But I did finish a lightweight light blue shawl last weekend and pinned it to my blocking boards, where it's currently enjoying a good stretch.

And a few days ago, I started this little pink blanket. I have no idea where it will go, but I felt compelled to make something for someone else... even if I don't yet know who that person will be.

So for the renewed desire to make a difference in a positive way, I am grateful, because it's a blessing to be a blessing.

June 18

And just like that, Brady has aged out of Babe Ruth baseball. He played in the final game of his 15U season this evening. 

He's had fun playing with and getting to know boys from other schools in the general area for the past three years. As a pretty serious introvert, he hasn't established "let's swap numbers and keep in touch" connections, but I know he enjoys their interactions and will appreciate seeing them during the next three high school baseball seasons.

Although Isaac's freshman season was disappointing at best, it was through that team that we were introduced to Babe Ruth. And Isaac's involvement with the Royals opened the door for Brady to play as well. It's a good reminder that good things can --and do-- arise from bad circumstances. So for that truth --for the truth that God makes lemonade from the sourest of lemons-- I am thankful.

June 17

It's normal for the bros to grab their baseball gloves and play catch in the backyard.

It's unusual for them to stand in the pool while they play catch. But when I glanced outside this afternoon, that's exactly what I spied them doing: Brady was knee-deep in the hot tub, while Isaac was on the steps in the shallow end.

I'm not sure what prompted the game of water catch, but it was a blessing to see them enjoying some time together in the sunshine. Isaac will be off to college before I know it, so I'm filing away these sweet brotherly moments to look back on while I still can.

June 16

I've always been a photo person. When Abby and Logan (in particular) were young, I was the mom who lugged her bulky Canon Rebel to every single play date, family outing, and birthday party. I snapped pictures like someone was paying me to do it. And if I had to guess, I'd surmise that some people found it --and me-- annoying. But that's okay, because all these years later, I have images of Abby and Isaac and Brady at every age and in just about every imaginable scenario. And of course, I have photos of our five and a half years with Logan to help keep his memory alive in my heart and mind, too.

The Rebel is no longer my trusty companion and I don't take nearly as many "nice" pictures as I once did, but I still love capturing big moments. So I reached out to the amazing Racelle Campanelli to take some graduation-slash-turning 18 photos of Isaac. We met up at the Alviso Adobe park on the other side and town last Wednesday and enjoyed a very chill session. She sent me the gallery link this morning, and I had a hard time picking my favorites, so I'm posting just two of them for the purposes of this entry.

They're all beautiful images, and best of all, I feel like they capture "Isaac" in all of his cool, calm, easygoing Isaac-ness. And I know that when I scroll through them years from now, I'll look into his eyes and remember how I jumped around like an organ grinder's monkey trying to make him laugh because his REAL smile is so much better than a fake one. (And I succeeded!)

So for a fun and easy process and lovely results, I am thankful.

June 15

Today is Isaac's 18th birthday. My third child has officially entered adulthood and my primary reaction is "wait, what?" Kidding. Mostly.

Our freshly minted adult --who was truly already an adult when he arose this morning, since he made his grand entrance at 1:46 AM all those years ago-- had a good day. His expressed desire from the get-go was to spend as much time with his family as he could, so he told Abby and Brady that the four of us (since Adam was working and unavailable) would go to Starbucks to start the festivities first thing. He appeased Abby by wearing the "Happy Birthday" headband she had stashed in her stuff, so Karen the barista gifted him a birthday cake pop (in addition to the rainbow unicorn cake pop, sausage sandwich, and strawberry lemonade he already had). The three of them engaged in their usual sibling chicanery as we sat with Terry at the high top table near the bar, and I'm pretty sure all had a good time. 

Then we headed over to the Dairy, where Isaac asked Abby and Brady what they wanted, and then scurried inside to make their pineapple and vanilla cone (Abby) and chocolate milkshake (Brady), and then asked me if he could swipe my card to pay for the second item. (He gets free ice cream when he stops in, but it's only supposed to be ONE freebie. I'm grateful for his honesty and his desire to do the right thing when it would be easy to cheat the system.)

We returned to the house and Abby had class, so she left and the brositos and I took the opportunity to rest. Isaac fed his spirit by reading from the book of Isaiah, and then announced that he wanted to go bowling. We arrived at Granada Bowl a few minutes after it opened, and although their 'free bowling for kids' promotion meant there were plenty of folks there, we were able to score a lane and those fine, fine rental shoes. Our hour of gameplay saw me set a gutter ball record while the boys played reasonably well. Although I think Brady was the eventual overall victor, their scores were very close. (Mine was not. And I have no shame over the terribleness of my bowling game. I have no game.)

As we left, I asked about lunch, and after mulling the nearby options for a few seconds, Isaac chose Popeyes. We secured said chicken and went home, where the boys were dismayed to realize that they hadn't ordered tenders but bone-in chicken. Oops. But they rose to the occasion and powered through their unexpected finger lickin' experience.

Brady had a game this evening that he offered to skip, but Isaac wanted to see him play, so we left for that at 4. Isaac and I took a loop around the park during warmups, and then settled in for the match-up. (Adam and Abby joined us a few innings into the game. Aside: Brady went 1 for 3 with a double, and threw 27 pitches over three innings in relief, giving up no runs. It was a good game for him, although the defense was very messy and they lost.)

When the game ended, we headed to CPK for dinner, and then came home for presents and spice cake with cream cheese frosting. And now, with almost everyone else in bed or tucked away in their respective rooms, I have a few moments to reflect on the past 18-plus years of Isaac.

The short version is that he is and always has been a blessing. Before he could speak, his eyes communicated volumes, and I always knew that he was thinking, opining, evaluating, wondering, absorbing. He's always been his little brother's protector --way back to the early days when baby Brady would lose his pacifier, he would exclaim "Bah-e-man nee pa-e-chowa!"-- and his friends' pal and confidante and the first person to volunteer to help with just about anything. And he's always been a kid who will --with zero solicitation-- hug me and say I love you and thank me for being his mama. Just because.

And beyond the earthly considerations, I am grateful that he continued pressing into Jesus and reading his Bible and seeking God when life felt hard and he felt unworthy of love. And I am doubly grateful to God for being faithful to His promise that when we seek Him, we will find Him, and He will change us. I've seen those changes in Isaac firsthand: I've seen him become more patient. I've seen him hold his tongue when his younger self would've lost his temper. I've seen him choose love over disdain. I've seen him hold himself accountable by apologizing for his mistakes. And I've seen him make a legitimate difference in multiple people's lives, including my own.

So yes, I am grateful for the first 18 years of Isaac and for all of the many ways he has made and continues to make my life richer and more rewarding. He's a special person, and I am immeasurably blessed that I get to call him my son. Happy birthday, Isaac! I love you.

June 14

Exactly 18 years ago tonight, Adam and I got home from dinner at Stacy's Cafe downtown. I told the baby-sitter who'd spent the evening with Abby and Logan that I didn't think we'd be at church the next morning because I was in labor.

I laid on the couch as the contractions came and went and increased in intensity. Adam turned on one of the "Rocky" movies because he was amused by the thought of me laboring as Sylvester Stallone ran up the front steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. His parents made the fastest drive on record from Lafayette to Pleasanton, and then off to the hospital we went to meet our third surprise baby.

Isaac arrived about an hour and 45 minutes after the clock struck midnight so today is really just his birthday eve, but the memories have always been so clear in my mind that I figured I might as well rehash them once again.

Today was, I think, a good birthday eve for our latest almost-adult. We went to church in the morning, and he played video games with Brady and a round of a computer game with Adam this afternoon. And then this evening, we all played cards after dinner and then gathered around the TV to watch the latest Pixar film, "Hoppers." And right now, I can hear him upstairs talking and laughing with Brady. It's a good sound. A content sound that instills a sense of wellness in my soul.

So on this birthday eve of my sweet Isaac, I'm just grateful: grateful for the road we've traveled together thus far --including the potholes, because character and faith are built amid struggles-- and grateful for the remarkable young man he is. And grateful that God gifted Adam and me with the privilege of shepherding him along his way.

June 13

Isaac was working at the Dairy this evening, so Adam, Brady, and I drove over for some ice cream after dinner.

I'd been looking forward to trying the limited cinnamon roll flavor ever since Isaac mentioned it last night, and was disappointed when the gal that took our order said they'd just run out. But she quickly followed that up by saying they had Oreo, so I settled for that instead. I had spotted Isaac holding a tablet taking walk-up orders so I didn't even request that he bring out our cones, so the whole outing felt like something of a downer. 

But I was pleasantly surprised when, a few minutes later, Isaac emerged from the building holding our order. It turns out that he switched roles as we were coming through and just happened to fill our order without knowing it was us.

It was an unexpected blessing to see his face up close in that moment. 

And knowing that he made that cone made it taste even better, even if it wasn't cinnamon roll ice cream.

June 12

I went to Costco with Abby and Isaac this morning.

I think I mentioned it previously, but Abby decided to get herself a membership a few weeks ago, and when she did, she added Isaac as a user. So I went went to the warehouse with them and watched as they went to the counter and they activated his membership.

It's surreal given that I can so clearly remember them as babies and toddlers who were completely reliant on us for everything they needed, but it's a blessing to see them adulting together now. And I am grateful that God is continuing to shape them into confident, competent young people. 

June 11

The pitching target that I ordered for Brady arrived this afternoon. 

Even though it was over 100 degrees today, he put it together and took it outside, and set it up inside the big blue net the boys have had for a number of years now. Although his shoulder was a bit sore from throwing 70 pitches during yesterday's game, he made a few practice throws and proclaimed that he thought it would work out just fine.

It's a gift to me to be able to see his solid work ethic in action. I don't know where the baseball journey will take him in the long run, but I appreciate his dedication to it in the right-now.

June 10

I had such a nice evening with my Isaac.

We started off by taking Brady up to his game in San Ramon. While we waited for said-game to begin, we did the kids' story walk around the (blessedly mostly shady) park. One of us read each of the panels aloud as we learned how the main character learned to better take care of himself and his fellow eggs. Totally a kids' story, of course, but fun nonetheless (particularly since it was 95 degrees out and blazing hot in the sun).

Then we sat down to watch the first three innings of Brady's game, which was a good one for his team. For his part, Brady pitched four innings and allowed two runs, and Isaac thought he looked really good. (As did I.) He also saw a whopping six pitches total across four at-bats, which yielded two hits. (A simpler way of saying that would be "he was 2 for 4 at the plate.") 

We had to leave early because I'd scheduled some Graduation/18th birthday (a little late for the former, a little early for the latter) photos at the Alviso Adobe Park on the other side of town with the amazing Racelle Campanelli. So we headed back to Pleasanton, had the shoot, and then he said he wanted Jack in the Box chicken strips for dinner, so we swung by the drive-thru on the way home after. 

Isaac is a truly special person, and I'm conscious that his phase as a full-time resident of our home is almost over. So I'm grateful to God for the extra time I got to have with him today, just soaking in all of his Isaacy-goodness.

June 9

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

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

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

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

June 8

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

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

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

June 7

I love watching hard work transform into success. 

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

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

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

June 6

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

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

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

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

June 5

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

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

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

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

June 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

June 3

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

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

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

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

June 2

This loving sibling scene unfolded in my kitchen just after noon.

Abby, fresh from her morning jog around the neighborhood, went in for a hug from pajama-clad Brady, who had recently emerged from his bedroom to explore the food options in the pantry. Brady deflected his sister's overt play for affection with a palm to the forehead, and Abby responded with a foot to the stomach.

It was antagonistic sibling cinema at its finest.

But seriously, they didn't actually harm one another, and the exchange made me laugh. And laughter is a blessing.

June 1

A single, simple sentence came to mind multiple times today: 

And then there was one.

For more than 20 years, my hours have been filled to brimming with the sounds of childhood: giggling and laughing and shouting and crying and yelling and exclaiming.

But today, with Adam at work and Abby off to the first meeting of her credentialing program and Isaac on a trip to Napa with his pals, it was just Brady and me. 

And then there was one.

To his credit, he handled the his first real day of summer vacation --and being the only kid in the house-- quite well. He played a video game and then got in the pool, where I joined him on a giant floatie and watched as he dove into the water over and over and over again. And then we took a trip to the AMPM for an Icee (for him), and then went to the grocery store for milk. And then as the sun moved closer to the horizon, he went out back and practiced his pitch grips by hurling a rubber ball against the side of the house. 

It's probably going to take some time to get used to the relative quiet, but I'm grateful that my children are growing and changing and taking advantage of opportunities to stretch their wings. And I'm grateful that for the time being, one is still a kid, because I'm not ready to be an empty nester just yet.

May 31

Brady had a game this morning against a team that includes two of his friends from his high school team.

Jack and Ben are both good guys, from all that I know about them (and from their moms, who are both fabulous ladies). And Brady likes both of them, too.

Brady's team came out on top of the match-up, which is great. But I'm more grateful that my kiddo had the opportunity to play against some familiar faces. (And that they were all willing to pose for a pic for me after.) Because at the end of the day, I think playing a sport should be fun, and friends make everything more enjoyable.

May 30

We began our summer vacation with a crack-of-dawn (okay, 9am, but it may as well have been the crack of dawn) baseball game.

Although Brady's sole contributions were a walk and a run scored, the Royals cruised to their first win of the Big Season by topping the A's 7-0. 

I didn't take many photos and as strange as it sounds, this is probably the best of the three or four I snapped. The blurred little figure in the background is, of course, Brady. He's not the fastest runner but his coach is very big on stealing bases, so he took off shortly after reaching first base.

Anyway, I don't have any big observations to share, other than to say that I am grateful to have another solid school year in the books, and I am grateful for more opportunities to watch Brady play ball. As I'm finding out over time, the early years of life may feel long and drawn out at times, but they are most definitely shorter than I ever would have imagined.

May 29

Isaac graduated from high school today.

Adam's mom is still recovering from a health challenge she experienced a few weeks back, but his dad came down to join us for the festivities. We started with some of our customary photos in the backyard, and then headed out for an early (4:30) dinner at CPK (where The Works pizza proved to be a crowd-pleaser among the non-Brady menfolk). 

Isaac's ceremony report time was 5:45, so we drove over to Amador as soon as we finished with dinner and got him there just in time. He went inside to prep for the big event while the rest of us got in line to enter the stadium. A little later, we settled into our seats on the bleachers overlooking the football field. It was a surprisingly chilly day for late-May in the Bay (with a high of 65 degrees), so it wasn't exactly warm, but we made it through the two-hour ceremony in good spirits, partly aided by the impressive job done by one of the teachers tasked with reading graduate names. Mr. Robbins (who was Isaac's English teacher this year) has this booming, theatrical voice and he really gets into his duties, which absolutely added entertainment value to what could otherwise be dry proceedings.

Isaac was in one of the later groups to walk the stage, and my heart leapt into my throat when the name of the teacher he chose to hand him his diploma was called. (They graduate in groups according to their chosen teacher, not via ABC order.) I watched him edge closer to the podium; his friend Alex --with whom he played baseball for years-- was just in front of him and by happenstance we were sitting right next to his family, so we all screamed when Alex walked. And then a moment later, when Isaac's name was called, we all screamed again. And then I watched as he crossed the stage, paused briefly for a photo with his diploma holder and then strode back to his seat on the field. 

Afterward, once we found him, there were more photos and some sibling joviality (after he secured a cap and tassel. He threw his and then couldn't find it, but Tyler gave him his extra tassel. And he got a hat... somehow. Oh, and no, Brady is not taller than Isaac. This is an optical illusion). And then we all headed back home. Although some of his friends opted to go to the Grad Night party sponsored by the school, Isaac took a pass because he thought he'd be tired and wanted to get some good sleep. And in keeping with that stated desire, shortly after Adam's dad headed back to Lafayette and Adam, Abby, and Brady retired to bed, he changed into his pajamas and came back downstairs to sit with me for a few minutes in the quiet of the family room. (He does that sometimes; just comes and sits.) I asked him if there was anything he wanted to talk about and he said no; he just came to sit. So I let him. And after a few minutes, he got up, came over to give me and hug, and thanked me for being his mama. And I hugged him back and since he doesn't like it when I say I'm proud of him, I told him that I'm pleased with how he's choosing to let God lead his life. Because I am.

Isaac is a remarkable young man. He's intelligent and he thinks deeply about difficult questions. Even when he was very young and struggled to communicate his thoughts and feelings at times, there was always a soulfulness in his eyes that told me that he was far more complex than he seemed. Although he's had his troubles over the past few years, he continued seeking God and asking Him the hard questions. And although I know he doesn't have all of the answers he'd like to have, I know the Lord has blessed him with wisdom beyond his not-quite-18 years. 

So tonight, I remember the sweet boy he once was; my darling little chunky truck who loved giving Brady his pa-e-chowuh and massacred bowls of peas like no one else. And I celebrate the young man he is, because he is well-worthy of celebration.

Congratulations on your graduation, Isaac. I love you so very much.

May 28

Tomorrow, Isaac graduates from high school. 

But rather than immersing myself in memories of him as a baby and ruminating over how I can hardly believe that my chunky little truck is on the verge of adulthood (which I am entirely sure I will do for the next few days), I spent the evening with some of my fellow moms, most of whom have sons who play baseball with Brady.

And it was really, really fun. We drank wine and ate appetizers and talked about life and laughed. 

Although it's true that I find myself craving solitude more often than company during this phase of my life, I like these ladies and I like their sons. And I'm grateful to have had some time to get to know them a little better today. 

May 27

With just two days until graduation, Isaac donned his cap and gown and returned to his elementary school this afternoon for a photo op with some of his old classmates.

(It's almost impossible to tell, but he's the second from the left on the top part of the play structure, kind of in the shadows.)

Anyway, it was weird for me to be back there. On one hand, that school served as a home base for us for quite a long time, from Abby's kindergarten through Brady's third grade years. But it's also the school where I served as PTA President, and the emotional fallout from that not-so-great experience still lingers a bit today.

But fortunately, Isaac seemed to soak up the experience as he should have: with wide-eyed nostalgia. He played Skill (a more aggressive form of foursquare) and tetherball in his cap and gown and walked around the campus trying to remember where his classrooms were located and which of the outdoor lunch tables had been his go-to meal spot. It was sweet seeing his eyes light up as he took it all in and remembered those early days.

So for the blessing of being able to look back and fondly remember old times, I am grateful.

May 26

Brady's freshman baseball season came to a true close tonight with the baseball banquet.

Although one of the parents did an excellent job of  putting together our team slideshow and I enjoyed watching it, the real gift of the evening was when we were leaving and one of the parents handed Brady these.

They're a full set of double-sided baseball cards, featuring every member of the team. 

Kim and Jim had no obligation to create and give the boys this kind of souvenir, but they did it anyway. And the cards are absolutely beautiful. 

So tonight, I'm thankful for thoughtful people who give unexpected, meaningful gifts to my kids.

May 25

The weather today reflected my general mood: cloudy with occasional sunshine, and lots of wind. Lots and lots and lots of wind.

I don't now why I was feeling as moody as I was; maybe it's because I slept in far too long. Or maybe it's my unconscious self thinking ahead to Isaac's graduation this Friday. Or maybe it's just my age and my body is misbehaving.

Whatever the reason, I was glad when I looked out the window this evening and saw this physical representation of how I'd been feeling. I know intellectually that He always sees me, but I felt seen by God. And for that, I am grateful.

May 24

Several months back, Pastor Mary floated the idea of having Isaac and Connor --the two high school seniors at our church-- speak on Student Sunday. With graduation looming, it seemed like a good way to allow the two of them to share what they've learned over their years at GraceWay. 

But over time, the directive morphed from "speak" to "deliver the sermon," and honestly, I panicked a little bit. I wasn't worried because I thought Isaac wouldn't have anything to share; in fact, my concerns revolved around him having too much to say. My kiddo is a thinker who has lots of terrific ideas, but he sometimes has difficulty with organizing said-musings. So I prayed --multiple times-- that God would give him the words.

He started working on his remarks a few months ago, and occasionally told me what he intended to share. He changed course a few times along the way, and going into this morning, I had no idea what he would say. 

And he nailed it. It was a beautiful blend of personal testimony and scriptural wisdom and humor. At times, as I sat watching with tears in my eyes, I could hardly believe it was my child up there delivering the message he was sharing. (Lest my humility should fail, I'll add that I know-know that Isaac held the pen and delivered the message, but it was God who planted the words in his heart.) I cannot take credit for who he is --because God is the creator and I'm just a mom who took him to church and talked about Jesus sometimes-- but I am so pleased with how he's choosing to humble himself and live a Christ-centered life.

God is doing a mighty work in him, and I am so grateful to be able to watch him grow. 

If you'd like to hear his sermon, check it out here. His portion begins at the 54-minute mark.

May 23

Isaac and Brady went rafting with the Youth Group today, which meant that Adam, Abby, and I were left to our own devices.

After I cleaned up the kitchen and lingered a while over my coffee and a game on my phone, Abby and I set out on a stroll around the 'hood (while Adam napped).

It was a lovely blue-sky day out, but what struck me most as we walked was the amazing variety of flowers we saw. There were reds and purples and yellows and oranges; roses and irises and petunias and poppies; wild in the field and carefully cultivated in front lawns.

And every single one of them added a vibrancy to the world that no human-created thing could ever manage to add.

So for the loveliness of God's creation (including the loveliest flower of them all in the lower righthand pic), I am grateful.

May 22

I had a second straight pleasant morning with my one and only gal.

As our coffee hour came to a close, I asked what she wanted to do, secretly hoping that she'd reply with something along the lines of "take a walk." And fortunately for me, that's just what she said. And when I suggested the Sports Park, she said that's exactly where she'd been thinking of going.

So that's what we did: I drove over to the other side of town and we hoofed it around the roughly two-mile looping, chatting and enjoying being under clear blue sky along the way.

Time spent with my girl is a blessing, so I am grateful for our walk.

May 21

I had a nice morning with Abby. We went to the Mother Ship and then on to the mall to walk around. On the way back to the house, we took a (second) drink stop at Wendy's before visiting Safeway for some cereal and yogurt.

After lunch, we tuned in to a terrible movie on Lifetime. And then she went outside and spent some time floating on a lounge chair in the pool. 

It was hot outside (think low 90s) so it was a great day to be in (or in her case, on) the water. And as I watched her (and later in the day, the boys) bob along the surface, I felt a great sense of gratitude for the pool. I'm not a swimmer, but I know the kiddos enjoy it. So I am grateful for that blessing.

May 20

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

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

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

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

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

May 19

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

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

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

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

May 18

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

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

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

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

May 17

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

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

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

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

May 16

It was a lovely, lovely Saturday.

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

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

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

May 15

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

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

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

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

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