Showing posts with label Young Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Young Life. Show all posts

Monday, February 9, 2015

Peeps-Wedding Post 9

It's Monday which can only mean one thing. Snow Day-ha! Sad, but true. Only we don't have snow (yet), instead its been raining ice all morning, which is as delightful as it sounds. No worries though, there's supposed to be a little bit of snow to go with, sometime later today. 

Snow Days do allow me to catch up on my blog, so there's always a bright side. I've been mulling this post over in my head all month. One I'm most anxious to record, but don't know where to begin. 

How about here...people who need people are the luckiest people in the world. 
I count myself one of the lucky ones. 

Sometimes when I'm on Facebook I imagine having all the friends from all the different seasons of our lives together in one place, and essentially that happened. Not every single friend was present of course, but so many who are near and dear to our hearts were there to celebrate with us, to mark the day and this milestone in our lives. 


First comes family. Hubs and I are from two different parts of the country and as such, opportunities to have both sides of our families together in the same place at the same time have been few and far between in the thirty+ years we've been married. It was so much fun to have all our siblings, parents, the girls' cousins, even my uncle who came all the way from Arizona, in the same zip code for one whole complete entire weekend. My girls have always felt so well loved by all their many aunts and uncles, and their grandparents think they hung the moon. Blessed is how I feel when it comes to my family, the one I was born into and the one I married in to.  

If you read here regularly you know we get around. We've lived in two countries, five states, and eight cities in our married life, and along the way we've made some very precious friends. Hubs has worked for the same company for thirty years so there are the work peeps, who are so much more than colleagues. Some of his co-workers are among our very best friends. 


The bride's first real friend (aside from her sister and cousin) was also there on the day. These little cuties met on the first day of preschool over 23 years ago, and even though we moved from NJ to Maryland when they were only six years old, our families are still in touch. Her parents and sister came too. And the girl's husbands because the thing you need to know is little girls grow up and get married, but when you look at them you sometimes still see this.


The Maryland crew. We spent nine happy years in Maryland, living in the sweetest little cul-de-sac, sharing life with the nicest friends and neighbors you could ever wish for. The only pictures I have are those people have shared with me, so although I know it probably feels like I couldn't possibly have omitted anyone or anything, not everyone is represented here.


We all have daughters (there are sons too!) about the same age, and we're enjoying this new season of celebrating young adult success, college graduations, new jobs, new cities, and wedding bells as they ring. Here's something-

January 1996.


January 2015. 


I know! It may be blurry, but still it makes my heart sing. Speaking of making my heart sing-


..this picture and these people. England.

Some of the most special people we know. This photo is missing several faces who were there for the weekend, but had early flights to catch on Sunday morning which is when this picture was taken. They traveled from Georgia and Texas and California and London and even Ireland via Prince Edward Island. I'd explain, but it would take a lot of words, and the important thing is they were there.

Miles y'all.
Miles and miles.

Daughter1 was so happy to have some of her friends from high school at her wedding. It's something the average American graduate might take for granted, but when you've gone to high school in another country, reunions are not a regular occurrence.  In fact they're pretty rare. Your friends are spread out all over the world so acutal face time with them is a gift you don't take lightly.

And that 'boy' on the end? Yes I know he's a grown man with a lovely wife seated in front of him, and three kids of his own now,  but to hubs and I he's something like an adopted son. He introduced our family to Young Life. Was the very first YL leader our International School ever had, and he literally helped set our bride on the path she is walking today.

He spent every Thursday night at our house back in 2005/06, playing crazy games and logging hour upon hour of heart-to-hearts with a gaggle of high schoolers about life and God, and how one needs the other in this upside down world we call home. He coached daughter2 in swimming and accompanied her to meets in Paris and Cairo, spent long hours on a bus filled with not-sleepy teenagers, including my own, as they traveled through the mountains of Transylvania to a service project in Romania. He ate an American Thanksgiving dinner in our English home, and I could go on and on but you get the idea. I hadn't seen him in person in nine years, and I can't tell you how very much it meant to all of us to have him there, sharing in our daughter's big day.

And finally there is this. These people. Our people.


The college friends. People who knew hubs and I before we were Mr. and Mrs. People who have known us more than half our lives. Fraternity brothers, the groomsmen in our own wedding, sisters at heart, part of us. People who, no matter the days or the miles in between, can pick right up again like it's still 1980-something. They love us where we are, for who we are, and for all we've been together. Having them by our side on this day of all days, was the icing on the proverbial four-tiered wedding cake.

I wish I could write about and post pictures of everyone who made the trek south, north, east and west to be with us on January 3rd. Every friend and family member who interrupted their post-holiday relaxation to navigate crowded airports and busy highways. All who have encouraged, loved, prayed for, and grown up with, our little family of four, now five. Each and every person who was there holds a special place in our memory and in our hearts.

Did I tell you it was the best day ever?
It really was.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Golden Oldies

It's Thursday, and since we've conveniently landed on letter O in the A-Z Blog Challenge today, let's keep it simple.

O is for Golden Oldies

I'm so happy to have both my girls home for the Easter Weekend. Both their boys will be here too so a full house, which in my opinion is the best kind. My girlies are best buds, and they don't get to see one another in person nearly often enough, which means weekends like this one are always special.

So let's talk Easter. I love this day perhaps more than any other single day of the year. Easter marks a miraculous moment in time, a moment that through the centuries has remained constant. Sure. True. A day set aside especially to celebrate God's great love for us, and the gift of hope He gave this tired troubled earth. That gift still there for the taking.

In spite of snow in the middle of April, the ground still yields to the One who made it, and never is that more evident than in springtime. The days become longer, the sun shines brighter, life blooms.


Spring unfolds ever so slowly in this part of the country, but I think the anticipation, the small glimpses we're given before we see the natural world in all its glory, helps us notice and appreciate it all the more.

Are those little girls in that photo too cute, or what?


We always begin the day with Easter baskets at your seat in the kitchen. Yes, still. You are never too old for an Easter basket. The boyfriends are going to discover the truth of that statement this year too-ha!

One of our most favorite moments captured on video was Daughter2 at age three spying her basket and shouting, 'TAPE!!  I GOT MY VERY OWN TAPE!!' Toddlers and scotch tape equals match made in heaven.


After baskets there would always be an egg hunt. The boys coming to my house this year can relax...we won't make them hunt eggs. We will however, insist they dye some because certain traditions you just don't mess with.


Oh my stars, could they be any cuter?  I think not.  My mom bought those coats which are too precious for words. They wore them for two or three Easters because we grow 'em slow around here. Same thing could be said about our tulips. That flower bed they're standing in is pretty impressive, isn't it? In my defense we'd been in that house less than a year.  


I have always loved pastels at Easter. In NJ it quite often feels like winter on the day, but in Maryland spring came a little earlier. Everybody's growin' up. Ages  9 and 7 in yellow and pink, with fancy frilly 'church' socks and brand new Easter shoes.

Pay no attention to the flower bed.  


I couldn't find the 'before church' photo of my girls at ages 8 and 10 so I'll have to settle for a basket shot.  Daughter2 is the spitting image of my sister here.  My sister will say daughter2 is the spitting image of me.  People always thought my sister and I were twins, but we didn't get it. When I look at this picture I get it.

This shot captures the essence of daughter1-

Sweetness personified.  

My hair?
It was the 90's people.

Fast forward a few more years, and Easters looked something like this-


In high school my girls spent Easter breaks with Young Life, in places like Romania and Bulgaria, doing muddy work assignments and loving on orphans.


Seeing first hand how people the world over need to hear and know the message of hope that Easter brings. 


I'm not sure how the verse found in John 3:16 became something to be mocked, but in today's culture it seems it has. Still, everything you need to know about Easter is found right there-

'For God so loved the world, that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him, should not perish, but have eternal life.'

I pray your weekend is filled with sunshine and family, and most of all with the knowledge of God's great love for you and the hope He offers each one of us at Easter and always.

Friday, February 24, 2012

These boots were made for walking

I really do want to be caught up on the February Photo Challenge but I just don't see that happening. Today's prompt is 'inside your bathroom cabinet' so here's a picture of my shoe.


You followed that logic, right?

'Shoe' was yesterday's prompt, which I missed, so in the crazy mixed up random that is my blog I decided to skip photographing the inside of my bathroom cabinet and am posting a picture for the shoe prompt instead. The inside of my cabinet feels way too personal, plus why would I ever want a picture of that?
Course you may be wondering why I'd ever want a picture of my shoe and the answer to that question is I wouldn't, but I did take one recently in anticipation of the shoe prompt so I'm running with it.

This shoe is never kept in my closet because it's almost always muddy. It was purchased (along with its mate of course) for one of my girlies many moons ago, just prior to a Young Life Service project trip. They spent most of the project week in Romania that year standing in water that looked something like this-
circa 2006

We threw their clothes away when they got home but hubs power washed the boots and I wear them for hiking. They also brought home a nasty cough, hearts overflowing, and a boatload of memories that all the power washing in the world cannot erase.

Every kid, Everywhere, For Eternity.

Not just a slogan.

In all our many travels while living abroad if you ask my girls what was their favorite trip they both immediately say Romania. It was hard, get-your-hands-dirty, kind of work.


It was Jesus loves the little children of the world.

It was life changing.
There's my boot!
On the foot of my daughter.
In Romania.
Sigh.
If only these boots could talk.