Dinner is postponed.
Our first robin.Bikes are scattered along the drive, yard is strewn with every kind of ball imaginable, and patio is covered with two-year-old masterpieces.
His first sidewalk chalk.
The mulch pile is the perfect stage for king of the mountain.
Someone discovers a rope and imaginations run wild.
My big ol' maple tree becomes a jungle gym.
The grill is sizzling with the first of the season's barbeques - beef tenderloin served with Orzo and portabella mushrooms.
Go here for orzo recipe. Yummy!
I stand in my kitchen, door wide open, finishing the meal and listening to the laughter of my children and their friends.
Finally, we call them to the table, six hungry boys. I revel in the sheer joy of watching them fill plates, famished from fresh air, sunshine, imagination. and used up energy.
One says, "My mom doesn't cook like this" as he asks us to please pass the orzo. Another smiles and sighs as he starts on his fourth helping of tenderloin.
Good byes are said, teeth are brushed, and lights are put out. There is still school tomorrow, and although one of the boys comments that tonight feels like summer, there is snow in tomorrow's forecast.
The boys sleep. Hubby "breathes deeply" on the couch. I reflect on the offerings and the realities of my day:
...having unexpected company and having more than enough
...having land for the children to roam
...sharing life and table with friends
...having a table surrounded with healthy boys with healthy appetites
...having a husband who can grill like nobody's business
...enjoying a brief respite from the cold
...watching the sun linger in the evening sky just a little longer
...these are the drippings of grace in my life today.
You did such a great job of capturing these moments in photos as well as words. Such beautiful drippings of grace.
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