Jun. 11, 2006 ~ Birthday wishes
Today is College Boy's birthday! Whoo hoo! He arrived early this morning and we went to his favorite local Mexican food restaurant, then went to the store, and we were all so sleepy after the big lunch that everyone took naps this afternoon. Now that he's awake and Husband has fed the horses, I expect we'll be having cake and ice cream soon. Cake and ice cream... it's a rule, no matter how old the "kids" are. And we are experiencing all the usual "Where did the time go, how did he get to be a grown-up?" type feelings. Sniff, sniff. Sure seemed like the years flew by.
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Today was our new pastor's first Sunday to preach, and he did an excellent job. He told a little about himself, his children and his wife. It is clear that he adores his wife and will tolerate no unkindness toward her. He said so. It's an odd thing, but churches hire a pastor and feel like the pastor's wife is part of the package. If she's shy or quiet or perhaps works full-time and doesn't participate in church activities as much as some people think she should, there is silly gossip and grumbling. I am proud of my new boss for setting the record straight from the start. And his wife is a lovely, sweet person, so liking her is easy. Although I'm a bit nervous, I'm looking forward to working with the new pastor.
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The letters I wrote about yesterday are making for very interesting reading. There are also a few personal items, a little toy and a broken bracelet which had belonged to my mom. There was a book given to her at confirmation, and a collection of poems and songs she'd copied down. Her grandmother, who raised her, saved just about everything. And back in those days, letters were the normal way of communicating. Long-distance calls were almost unheard of, being reserved for true emergencies. Assuming that they had telephones. From what I've read, my family didn't. There was a lot of word of mouth, a lot of visiting in person, and letters. Future generations, what will they have of their grandparents' histories? Emails on a hard drive, if they weren't deleted?
Anyway, I guess it's time for some cake and ice cream. Whoo hoo!
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