~ Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life ~
We got our new Cradle-to-Cross Wreath in the mail yesterday. I ordered it from JoyWares.com after reading about it on Ann Voscamp’s blog. We don’t have a candle to fit in it yet, so we didn’t use it last night, but I’m excited to have it and to be able to use it for the Advent and Lent seasons. Plus, the story about how her son makes the wreaths is quite impressive. We’ve been doing a pretty good job at following along to the Biola University Lent Project, so we’ll have to figure out a way to work our wreath into our nightly reading.
My sister-in-law and brother-in-law had their second baby, Walter, yesterday, and everyone is doing well.
This photo doesn’t look so funny, but I don’t think Olive Oil has ever really played with packing peanuts before, so there were funny moments that I wasn’t able to capture. First of all, she tried to enter this box by stepping over one of the sides when it was still upright, except her legs are long enough, so she ended up with two paws in and two paws out dangling for several seconds. Then she found out each of these little peanuts is great fun to play soccer with all over the living room. And finally, after getting up from her rest in the box, she had several peanuts stuck to her legs from the static electricity. That was an alarming experience for her.
Last weekend, Chad and I went up to Connecticut to help my mother-in-law pack up her house. She has a beautiful new place to move into, attached to my sister-in-law’s house, so she’ll be close to her grandchildren. It was a weekend of packing and dismantling and cleaning, with many memories and stories. This has been her home for the past 16 years or so and it has served her well– lots of family gatherings and holidays, celebrations and shared meals. It has always been apparent to me that hospitality is an important part of life in the Watkins family, and I was welcomed in this house many times as Chad’s girlfriend, then fiancé, and now as his wife, so we’ll all miss this house a little bit. Moving is hard. But luckily, my mother-in-law’s new home is bright and new and ready for her to fill it with new memories and friends and stories. I can’t wait to see it for myself next weekend when we go visit.
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