Last week our Family Home Evening was David's idea. We sang (learned) the verse about Jonah in the 'Follow the Prophet' primary song, shared the story of Jonah and the Whale, watched the little scripture video and then carved our own whales out of soap. I love when FHE is a success! The kids had fun, remember the story, and the soap whales transitioned right into bath and bedtime! "Let's take your whales in the bath!"
David's 10-year reunion was this weekend. So much fun. really. And what happens when you remind two people with three young children that they used to be love-struck teenagers and send them out for a night, sans kids, to hang out with people from yesteryear? They don't come home until 3am. Oh my gosh. We have paid the price dearly.
Yesterday I drove to my sister's house to deliver some birthday cupcakes. That means I drove right by our old house in Auberndale. Gosh, I felt physically ill. That sickly longing feeling is just so rotten. I really, really wished that I could pull into the driveway and walk back into my home. It still feels like my home. Also, (I drove REAL slow) I noticed the lady who bought our house still has my curtains up. It made me kind of happy. I obsessed over the fabrics, and I sewed them myself. Glad she likes my style (or maybe she is just saving her pennies to replace them) but I like to think she enjoys them. I don't enjoy her dumb face statues on the front porch. To each her own I suppose.