Oh those treasured times with our now grown children…who will always be our “kids”.
This year, for his 35th birthday, our son asked if we would come to the farm - that he and his girlfriend are restoring in the Hudson River Valley - and stay for four days.
They’re both working full time AND then come home to chores, chores, chores. So often their dinners are something “thrown together” and then it’s time for bed. And so it goes…. They wanted/needed a break. Of course we leapt at the invitation.
Suddenly, the prospect of chores, cleaning and cooking meals for 4 days seemed exciting again and for days beforehand my husband and I talked about how to surprise and delight the kids.
David split and stacked firewood for the winter, tended the chickens and ran the tractor. I planted flowers and vegetables, washed windows, hung curtains that my son had asked me to make, scrubbed floors and took joy in filling their house with the aroma of a home cooked meal every night.
Our time and effort was much appreciated and exactly what they needed.
Who knew that that the memory of giving our time and energy would end up being a gift that we would give to ourselves.
Right now, I’m watching from our front window as the town’s people begin to arrive to prepare food and raise money for the families who lost everything in the recent floods of tropical storm Debbie. We’ll be joining them. Their voices are full of hopeful cheer as they work.
Carmella, your son’s words are so precious, “Oh mom, this is so good.”
Love ya ice tea, We have to been snd still drinking it. It really is refreshing drink anytime, as in the South Iced tea just like coffee is always the fav.
Oh my goodness how fun, such sweetness. Love, to go see y’alls son, homemade food…
and all. The food omg you prepared simply Delish., Banana bread🤎 and all.
Oh those treasured times with our now grown children…who will always be our “kids”.
This year, for his 35th birthday, our son asked if we would come to the farm - that he and his girlfriend are restoring in the Hudson River Valley - and stay for four days.
They’re both working full time AND then come home to chores, chores, chores. So often their dinners are something “thrown together” and then it’s time for bed. And so it goes…. They wanted/needed a break. Of course we leapt at the invitation.
Suddenly, the prospect of chores, cleaning and cooking meals for 4 days seemed exciting again and for days beforehand my husband and I talked about how to surprise and delight the kids.
David split and stacked firewood for the winter, tended the chickens and ran the tractor. I planted flowers and vegetables, washed windows, hung curtains that my son had asked me to make, scrubbed floors and took joy in filling their house with the aroma of a home cooked meal every night.
Our time and effort was much appreciated and exactly what they needed.
Who knew that that the memory of giving our time and energy would end up being a gift that we would give to ourselves.
Right now, I’m watching from our front window as the town’s people begin to arrive to prepare food and raise money for the families who lost everything in the recent floods of tropical storm Debbie. We’ll be joining them. Their voices are full of hopeful cheer as they work.
Carmella, your son’s words are so precious, “Oh mom, this is so good.”
Love can be expressed in so many different ways.
Here’s to doing what we can with what we have.
Enjoy your day,
Birnie
Carmella:
Love ya ice tea, We have to been snd still drinking it. It really is refreshing drink anytime, as in the South Iced tea just like coffee is always the fav.
Oh my goodness how fun, such sweetness. Love, to go see y’alls son, homemade food…
and all. The food omg you prepared simply Delish., Banana bread🤎 and all.
Thank you
Karen