Family Sunday

My Nephew and his Son came for the day. This young man was a child of 6 in our home so many years ago playing and enjoying His Uncle's lessons and Love. I watched him grow up from a distance. Now he speaks of the memories of those days. The men spoke of car work the things we were doing when he was just a child. He is doing those things now.


I fixed an impromptu shrimp and pasta salad

One box pasta set to boil in sea salted water and olive oil-drained
2 c thawed (in a water bath) salad shrimp
CUT ALL VEGGIES WHILE PASTA BOILS
green and red bell peppers chopped fine
green onion dice fine
celery hearts chopped
purple onion diced very fine
broccoli florets finely slivered off the tops
1/2 cup ? Mayo
2 tablespoons curry mixed into mayo
mix all then add
frozen peas (not thawed) used to cool pasta in a hurry :)
Served on a bed of romain lettus.

Look at all the children... oops! how did that happen? One has turned into a man.
A fine young man. My house has always had so many children. What if I could remember them all? What if one day we all sat around my table once again. Perhaps one day we will all sit around in Glory... may it be.

I hung my fine things out to dry tonight. The summer heat, mild, as the coolness of the garments encompassed me. Gauze and cottons woven into a soft perfection.
I wonder if any one else ever hangs out their fine things any more? I find doing this a gift to my own heart, a way to lovingly care for those things that make me feel pretty.
Tomorrow it is off with Dash and Miss Fiction (Little Dove has grown up) to the City for a visit with the psychologist. They get to view a video about teasing. I'll have to take them out mid day.
I am considering letting go of Miss Fiction's (Dove) I.E.P. and to just see if being a regular kid without intervention for a while just might not do her the best over all good. This takes a lot of courage. I learned more about the Teachers philosophy or at least what she was referring to. It could easily sound like a "name it and claim it thing" but I think there may be a little wisdom in showing confidence in her teacher,at this time. If Miss Fiction can really do well without the special needs umbrella it could go a long way toward her self image. My instincts are telling me to give it a try. Fear of "doing it wrong" hovers. I have to trust that if I am in error God will step in and show me so. He has in the past and He has not changed. :)