The Going Home to North Dakota Edition
So as I have already
bragged mentioned, we spent the 4th of July weekend visiting my family.
I’ve asked you several times before if you’ve been to North Dakota.
And more importantly, have you since been?
We stayed with my sister Yvonne who lives on a farm.
Yes, she has cows and new baby kittens. She also has one of the most beautiful, clean and peaceful homes ever.
Every room has a view.
And every room is…how shall I say this…spotless.
I tried not to sigh repeatedly, and I tried not to blame it on good luck and birth order. (She’s the oldest of six; I am the youngest.) Instead, I kept a watchful eye on the habits she’d formed and wrote them all down in 3-ring binder.
Tell me you, too, struggle with keeping up on the housework and you will be my new BFF!
In this case, the pictures will speak for themselves.
A tire swing.
And precious time spent with Grandma and Grandpa.
On Sunday night, the cousins had a sleep-over. They camped out in front of the Chronicles of Narnia (the first movie, i.e. the best one), giggled and ate a ton of popcorn.
Now. About that popcorn.
Auntie Bon (as my sister Yvonne is called) was very generous to let them have popcorn in the family room. She is, in general, a very generous person…but she is also, as I have already mentioned, somewhat particular about her home.
Imagine, then, her surprise when Angela—deciding she needed a place for her ice water—flipped the bowl of popcorn upside down and used the bottom as a stand.
Leftover hulls and salt EVERYWHERE.
My sister’s mouth dropped open in shock…and then she started laughing. “I can’t believe you did that,” she gasped. “Never in a million years would I have expected you to do that!”
Angela looked fittingly remorseful, and apologized for her rash decision.
The word “impetuous” has nothing on my Angela.
Anyway, for “real” today I would just like to say…
Real is realizing that every day’s a gift.
And say a prayer for your rash-of-heart friend.