It’s been a good week.  And a rainy week. And a regular old week week.  All at the same time.  Like it does.

funny

London likes to take my photos and turn them into silly things.

Recently she grabbed this silly photo of herself and did this.

I like that she can laugh at herself too.

Also.  Ryder’s birthday was this week.  There was a dog cake made.

And – he’s smiling in this photo – isn’t he?

fashionable

Oh these gorgeous kantha blankets from Basha and Open River Imports.

They are incredibly beautiful.

flavorful

Sometimes history meets food.  This week as we wrap up our school year (Can you hear me rejoicing from wherever on earth you are right now?) each student at Wildwood Halls of Ivy had to put together some sort of presentation on a subject we covered in history.

We studied Samuel Morse and his morse code with hot tamales and skittles for dashes and dots.  We learned about Henry Ford and his automobile with little candy bar cars.  (There was no food involved in Bergen’s presentation.  He made a guillotine from a razor blade and popsicles because homeschool and thirteen year old boy.  I guess he did use a strawberry to demonstrate the working capabilities of said guillotine.)

And we had a walk through the history of the Reign of Terror and the French Revolution and Napoleon’s rise and fall with the aid of food.  A baguette to represent the poor.  A cupcake that, when you cut it open, spilled out red candy to represent the bloodshed, and yellow m&ms to represent the wealth France acquired.  Cupcakes with French flags represented Napoleon and his forces.

It was all rather bizarre and delicious.  (But history is sort of bizarre too, isn’t it?)

Homeschool is sort of fun.

faithful

Always with the songs when I need them.

I’ve been working through housing dilemmas and whatnot and although I am choosing to trust in a behind-the-scenes sort of hope that I cannot even begin to comprehend currently, I’ve still been a little heart sad that my housing situation is not going down the way I had dreamed and hoped and fantasized that it would.  (And to say that feels selfish because God is providing and taking care but I just had this one image and hope and it’s just not currently realistic.)

I had a few minutes in the car alone recently, after dropping off the kids at an event.  I pressed the shuffle button like I do and first came on a song by The Wood Brothers, “One More Day”.  “Just when you think you’re done, give it one more day.”

And then next was Lauren Daigle’s “Trust in You’.  Every single lyric, you guys.  Every. One.

feels

I love seeing the people I love enjoy their lives.

It makes me endlessly happy to get messages and photos from my framily as they explore the gorgeous Yosemite National Park.

Isn’t it gorgeous?

And aren’t they the best?

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