I made pumpkin bread yesterday. A double batch of four loaves. We eat a loaf at a time. I made one for breakfast for yesterday and one for today. One to freeze for our Valentine’s Party we’re waiting on and preparing for, and one for my elderly neighbor.
The aroma was divine, but difficult for the littles!, while waiting for these to bake.
My neighbor’s been alone for the last 4 weeks. Her sweet WWII husband had a stroke and has been in the hospital all this time. I waited to take her the bread. I was thinking I would wait until we got back from the store last night and then call her. Or maybe just take it over this morning. When we had been home but a minute last night she called excitedly to say that she had brought him home from the hospital yesterday. I asked if I could bring her the bread and welcome him home. I hung up and told the kids. Who all cheered and danced that “Mr. Jim is home!!!” And then the 3 olders wanted to come with me out into the cold to see him. My heart was full with their rejoicing with those who rejoice. The wait was over for his return.
I’ve been waiting on payday in order to go grocery shopping. You know, the big one, where you make a big list, plan a lot of meals, wear yourself out from all of it, but feel so good with the feel of a house full of f0od. We had run out of coffee and chocolate milk mix yesterday. With the snow coming and my head cold I decided we shouldn’t try to make that big trip today. We ran to the little local store for just the necessities and we’ll wait a bit longer for all the rest.
Today is my mom’s birthday and she and my dad were supposed to come visit the kids today for the first time since that January Christmas celebration. We’ve waited all week on them. With the weather, we had to cancel. We’ll wait some more.
Like the gumballs from the tree out front I’m learning there is a season for everything. And a hope hidden deep inside.
With not being Catholic or a true quiver full movementer we don’t know if we’ll try to have any more babies. But it never fails when my babies get to this just over 1 year old age (who’m I kidding I feel this way approximately 5 minutes after they’re born) I begin to think about maybe having more. But there’s money to think about, whether we want to be done for sure, having a van big enough to carry everyone, and of course my body has to be ready (which it is not yet). So I wait to see what we’ll do.
This is the year that we think we’ll pay the van off early. I’ve called the company and know just what to do. I have also contacted some of the other companies we owe and know how much to pay them. I’m excited about being free of those debts. But that is for the tax return.
While waiting to buy a macro lens my husband made one from a plastic water bottle, some tape, and tin foil using this tutorial from Instructables.
A few of the other big tax return plans are to buy clothes for all of us. We always skim by with what we need and are thankful for our hand-me-downs. But we have plans to go get everyone outfitted.
After our massively successful first 3 day vacation to Memphis last year we have plans to go somewhere again this year. We’re attempting to go before the winter rates are gone and prices go up. A real live vacation! We just can’t wait!
I have the first planned curriculum for one so young for my nearly 4 year old BigMan. It’s cutesy, right on target with what I want to teach, and all laid out for me. (You can see it at TeachMeJoy.com I purchased the Animal Play.) I have it printed, sorted, bound, and ready. But this time instead of winging it I want to buy the books to go with it. Books – such a good investment. I’ve looked at all my book buying sites and scouted the best rates, the places for free shipping, and have them in my cart. But again, I need to wait until the money is in the bank to buy them.
That boy has been waiting a long time to be able to stay in the lines while coloring. And look at the pride after all that waiting and working paid off. (But what’s up with the name of that car?)
I finally know what’s working and what’s not in our homeschool and I have a plan ahead of time of what I need to buy for each child. I don’t have a set start day for our school. I just go until we finish what we’re working in and then we move to the next thing. It’s about time to buy some of those things. But, again, the money has me waiting.
I’ll be hosting a 5 year Blogiversary giveaway at the end of this month. I have 4 of the 5 items lined up. I’m waiting for inspiration for the final item. I’m waiting to take pictures, write posts, and schedule the fun.
These 3 (plus a couple more) are waiting not so patiently for me right now to bundle them so they can play in the falling snow.
Waiting used to be a difficult thing for me not so long ago. It was a painful frustrating process. One I did not handle so gracefully. But as I get older the waiting process is becoming more like a well-worn sweatshirt. One that I’m used to, fairly comfortable in. Stretched, roomy. Not that itchy, too tight sweater I used to think was something to be gotten rid of quickly and at all costs. I’m learning to live in anticipation of the future; yet content in the moment I’m in. It’s a much nicer place to be.
