I’m busy – aren’t we all? Soccer season is over, and that returns our Saturdays to something more relaxing – but other things are picking up for us. Tonight, Sarah starts a job at a new coffee place in town. Looks like a terrific opportunity, in a culture and environment that seems poised for success. I was asked to attend her orientation meeting as her parent, and I was extremely impressed by the way this company is doing business. I think it will be a terrific opportunity for her.
A terrific opportunity for me to do more driving, as well; she won’t have her license for another few months. But I think the pay-off will be huge.
The other kids are doing well; usually, our winter season is usually one of nesting at home. The Christmas decorations are out of the attic – and scattered all over my bedroom. Syd posted a nativity set by the coffee pot, so I have a morning reminder of the reason for the season; but we’ve yet to get a tree or plan a time to decorate it. And shopping? I don’t want to even think about it…
Sarah and Elijah are still hanging together after six months. He’s a great guy, and I couldn’t ask for anybody better for the first “my daughter has a boyfriend” experience. Yesterday at church, Elijah was playing percussion and Sarah was singing (Syd played trombone, Shannon and Daniel both sang in the choir – it was a real family affair!) It’s a true blessing to have both kids involved in church together, and to see them growing in that environment.
Saturday was a really nice day; I had time to putz around in the kitchen a bit. Lately (as in the past YEAR), I’ve abdicated the role of baker to Sydni, as she’s become so passionate (and GOOD) in the kitchen. I had an itch to do some baking of my own, so I threw together the old Toll House recipe for chocolate chip cookies. It was a great trip down memory lane; there was a time when I baked cookies weekly, back when the kids were younger and when I wasn’t working full-time. As I worked through the recipe, I was surprised to realize that I knew the ingredients by heart. Something had internalized within me, and it was really fun to go through the steps of baking something so familiar. Another part of my identity: I am a cookie-baker, and in time, I will return to that past-time. As a grandmother, no doubt (EEK!!!)