Saturday, January 14, 2012
The Best Kind of Saturday
Perfect Saturdays happen rarely, but when they do I consider them one of the most priceless, precious gifts a girl could ever receive. Next to bacon.
This farm has always welcomed us home and hugged us tight during times of transition. Since being back we have made a point to walk every inch of this place. The weather has been down-right cooperative and allowed us many hours spent walking, running, and hopping from gopher hole to gopher hole. Wide open pastures. Hills. Sticks. Climbing trees. We want to savor every step, every discovery, and every moment with the people here that we love.
In other news...
I plunged deep into the Hunger Games Series yesterday. Why didn't anyone warn me that this would mean motherhood suicide? I completely ignored my children. I could barely remember their names. They were forced to scavenge for food. Hudson kept saying, "Look at my face. Mom. Look at my face." Katniss. You have turned me into a mother who tucks her kids into bed and says, "If you get up, I'm cutting your feet off. I want to read my book, and I want you all to stay in your beds. Got it?" Anson has read the entire series. This worked in my favor. He ran interference. "Leave mom alone. Those books are so good." Anson kept Hudson alive yesterday. That boy and I bond over books. I stayed up until a ridiculous hour reading last night. I woke up at a ridiculous hour to finish reading this morning. After the last page was read, I set the Kindle aside and informed the boys that their mother was back. "I will feed you proper food again and make eye contact with you. Until I start reading the second book."
In other, other news...
While I was at home devouring The Hunger Games and our kids were eating leftover Christmas candy, Aaron was at a nearby ranch with James Dobson, George Barna, and 148 other evangelical big-wigs. To explain "what the cheese" Aaron was doing at this meeting would take all day, involve sound system set-ups, and childhood friends. The lengthy explanation would end with these words, "No matter how hard we try, our life insists on being bizarre."
Representatives from places like The New York Times and CBS were right outside the ranch's gate waiting for the evangelicals to give a statement about which Republican presidential candidate they are going to support in the 2012 election. When this article says, "a ranch outside of Houston" they also mean "a ranch right down the road from us." We insist on keeping it weird around here.
Santorum wins support of evangelical leaders at Texas meeting.
Happy Saturday. I hope yours was the perfect combination of wonderful and weird. Those are the best kind.
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