In a rather spontaneous and last minute fashion, Saturday was deemed M&M Day (Mom and Me Day). With the help of my mom's stellar childcare skills, some gifts cards and plenty of coupons, I took each of my kids on a mini-outing. Of course, they all involved coffee and a snack or a meal. Needless to say, I think I may need to replace the title of M&M Day with the title of LSHLBBCHO Day (Let's See How Long Becky's Bladder Can Hold Out Day). It really was a ton of fun...each outing a little different from the others, the course of each being determined by the child of the hour. The coolest thing of all is that each of the kids got to experience an "extra" determined by their Heavenly Father while we were out and about. Bargain leg warmers for my fashionista, a free sundae for my caramel-addicted little man, extra fresh strawberries for my fruit loving Miss Thing and surprises galore in the midst of playing Old Maid in the coffee shop for my opinionated Mini Me. And let's just say that it did my mama-heart a world of good to hear them recognize the Giver of the gift. And, of course, they each got a bag of M&M's at the end of the day.
As for this weekend, well, we filled it as best we could with the kind of Fall Fun that must be had in the Midwest. Such as...
Jumping on a giant pillow.
Trying to smile through shivers.
Leaning on straw.
Throwing straw.
And what the heck...might as well jump into the straw hole of doom, too.
There was corn to play in,
and pumpkins to pose with.
Bulls to ride on,
and animals to gaze upon.
Throw in a few days of being hosted (and spoiled) by one of the most wonderful non-family families that exists, a best friend for good measure, a short trip to IKEA simply because they have the coolest escalators ever, a very cool experience meeting in a home church (you'll hear more about that part) and some serious jamming/singing/laughing/talking on both the ride to and from...and all was well in the world.
Yes, the week smooshed in between the two weekends had it's own set of glamorous events. My daughter celebrated turning 7 by getting glasses. Haircuts. Open House at school. Projects. Lessons. And a few surprises along the way...a number of conversations, experiences and significant moments that have found a prominent place in my Journey Journal. I'm always astonished at how God chooses to reveal Himself to us. Never predictable. Always perfect and promised filled.
The weekends were unique: One weekend involved deliberate individual time. The other found it's fun in the midst of many. One weekend was in good ole Indiana. The other in a different state altogether. The phrase "going to church" meant much different things on each weekend. My bladder was put to the test on both weekends (welcome to my world), but that's one of the only similarities. Well, besides the fact that God provided for each weekend to happen at the perfect time, designed meaningful moments for each and that we simply had. a. blast.
It really doesn't get much better than that...
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