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How I Know Chicky Loves Me

Chicky is not very demonstrative with her love.

I have often doubted that she cares for me because we have spent so many years at each others’ throats.

Such is the life between a mother and daughter, it would seem.

However, things have begun to change, I believe, and I’ve begun to recognize the ways in which she shows me that she does, in fact, love me.

    1. All summer, Chicky has been quite mindful of my eating habits and has strongly encouraged me to eat regular meals.  I tend to skip out on eating.  Aside from certain dishes, I really don’t enjoy this task.  I’m usually too busy to eat, and I find it easy to ignore my stomach.  Even though she comes across as angry, I know that Chicky is simply frustrated because she wants me to take better care of myself.  She often took extra time to plan meals that included items I could eat, and her grocery shopping included the ingredients necessary for these meals.
    1. Chicky bragged to Special K, her roomie, about the vegan desserts I had made all summer.  I’ve rarely heard her brag about the stuff I’ve done.  This warmed my heart more than she or anyone can ever know.  To feel like my child approves of me when for so long I’ve felt as though I have not measured up has gone a long way toward healing that hurt in my heart.
    1. The evening we moved Chicky into her new digs (Wednesday night), I set off, very late (she would not let us eat dinner before she had unpacked) to pick up dinner at Chipotle’s.  They closed at ten.  It was 9:30 when I left.  I got lost while chatting on the phone with my friend, Barb, and couldn’t find my way out of a neighborhood.  I hung up, got the GPS going, and got there with ten minutes to spare.  After that, I decided to treat myself to Starbucks…especially after the crazy day I’d had.  Chicky called as I was nearing her place on my return drive.
      Our conversation went like this…”Mama, are you okay?” she asked.”I’m fine,” I said.

      “Did you get there before they closed?” she continued.

      “Oh, so you’re only worried about your food.  I see how it is,” I replied.

      “No, actually, I wanted to make sure you were still alive.  You’ve been gone a long time,” she quipped.

      I think she really was worried.  We’d had a scare with the moving truck earlier that day (I will blog about this tomorrow, I promise).

  1. Later that night, she asked me where I was going to sleep.  I told her, “Right on that Woody (Toy Story) pillow you have on your bed.”  I expected her to tell me I could take my pillow to the couch, but she surprised me by telling me that I could sleep in her bed, albeit using the Spider Man pillow, only if I didn’t cross my side and absolutely did not touch her.  I chuckled as I told her that I would wait until she was sound asleep to snuggle.  Unfortunately, I was so beat that I was probably snoozing long before she succumbed to dreams of three-a-days (for you non-sporties, that’s three practices a day).

I have learned to treasure such moments instead of overlooking them.

Chicky doesn’t say the three words I desperately long to hear and have not heard her speak in a number of years.

She does, however, show through her actions what she cannot say.

Actions speak louder than words.

That’s how the saying goes, isn’t it?

While it is wonderful to hear the words, I take such times as those described above, tuck them away for safekeeping, and pull them out when I begin to doubt…or when we are in the middle of three u-turns in a row and she’s yelling at me to listen to her and turn on the stupid GPS.

My Chicky loves me.

And I love her.

Chicky Leaves for Her Final Semester of College

A little less than twelve hours ago, I left my Chicky for the fourth August in a row.

In just a few short weeks, she will begin her final semester of college.

I will chronicle our journey back to school, as I’ve done each previous year.

As of Tuesday afternoon, my girl still had not packed.

Not.

One.

Thing.

She worked late that day trying to get in a few extra hours and much needed $$.

I’ll admit that I was a bit in a panic, but I knew better than to offer to help.

My Chicky is very much like me…fiercely independent and quite stubborn.

She skipped the championship game of her indoor soccer league (her team lost 3-5…they were missing their key defender 😉 ), but she had to prioritize, and spending two hours at the sports facility ranked pretty much last.

By 11pm, she had accrued this pile…

That’s not even counting the big items.

I know I’ve mentioned this a time or two, but since I like to repeat myself, I will say that Chicky was moving out permanently this go-round.

We started loading the truck around 11:15.  It was incredibly muggy and dark.  I found a utility spotlight, which I hung from the truck’s door (we found the cabin’s light after we had finished…go figure).

Our clothes stuck to our bodies as we made many, many trips…loading up the truck and her car.

When we were finished, her room looked like this…

We will be picking up another mattress set from the Mr.’s parents’ house the next time we can secure a truck (I didn’t drive the rental back because it was too expensive to do so).

Her closet was devoid of the many, many clothes and shoes she had brought home.  She left stuff that she will pick up one day when she’s completely on her own and has a family…items such as stuffed animals and games.

See her many soccer medals?  🙂

She slept on an air mattress her final night at home, and we awoke bright and early on Wednesday morning to begin our long drive.

We stopped two hours into the trip to pick up the dressers that Chicky had gotten at a yard sale when she’d visited the grandparents.  My nephews came over and helped load the furniture into the truck.

We ran into a bit of a snafu with the truck and were delayed nearly three hours before we resumed our journey.  In my efforts to keep this post focused on Chicky, I will be blogging about the incident next time.

We finally arrived in Lakeland ten hours after we’d left home (as opposed to the seven that it should have taken).

The weather was n-a-s-t-y.  There was some serious lightening and flooding going on…

Fortunately, we arrived safe and sound, and Chicky’s roommate gave her the key to the place they will call home for the next two years…

The house has three bedrooms…one for each girl.  Here’s what Chicky’s room and closet looked like before we unloaded…

After the rain stopped, we got down to some serious work.  Thankfully, it went quickly with the assistance of Special K, Chicky’s fabulous roomie, and it wasn’t too long before Chicky’s room had been filled to the brim with her belongings…

The room is quite small; however, I suggested that she try putting the chest of drawers in the closet.  There seemed to be just enough space between the shelves.  To give her a bit of wiggle room, she took out the lowest shelf on the right.  This had the added benefit of giving her a space to hang her dresses and other long items.

She’s most proud of the dresser below.  It’s got a retro feel (I actually remember having furniture that looked very similar).  It’s perfect for the long wall on that side of the room.

The house itself is really adorable.  It’s a little over 1,000 sq. ft.  Although the guest bedrooms are small, as is the guest bathroom, the living room is large and roomy.

It has a beautiful fireplace and mantle…

Here’s another view of the living room.  The items that you see in the corner near the hallway that leads to the guest bedrooms contains items that I brought home with me…empty storage bins and whatnot.

Want to know what the girls plan to put in this corner?

A knight in a suit of armor.

I kid you not.

Apparently, this is an inside joke.

What can I say?  College girls are weird.

But I digress…

As usual.

Anyhoo…all of the living room and eat-in kitchen furniture (seen below) were donated by Special K’s step-mom.  Should out to Ms. M!

The house boasts a quaint eat-in area that has a window that lets light in, brightening up that side of the house…

Have you noticed all of the sunflowers?  That is the theme the girls decided upon during conversations held over the summer.  This theme is carried into the kitchen.  Once again, Ms. M came through and snatched up items throughout the summer whenever she was out and about.

The girls will not lack for items to make coffee in…

Chicky had picked up the French press (on the right) at a yard sale this summer for the fancy price of $2.  She was pleased as punch with her find.

One thing I love about this house is that nearly every room, including the kitchen, has a ceiling fan.  Score!

The only room that doesn’t is the fabulous screened-in porch.  It is, however, equipped with a doggie door (not pictured), which is perfect because Cali will be living with the girls.

Let me show you a few pictures of the outside of the house.

The backyard, seen in the next two pictures, is decent sized and, most importantly, fenced in!

Most of the pictures you see above were taken this morning after Chicky and I had had a good night of rest.

She drove me to a car rental place to secure a vehicle to drive home in because she didn’t exactly jump with joy at my suggestion that I stay with her for…say…the rest of her adult life.

heehee

We loaded up my sweet ride, a Chevrolet Equinox (I will blog about this in a separate post).

After we finished, Chicky and I went inside so I could grab my purse and keys.

The time was drawing near…the time for that final goodbye.

I asked her if she would let me pray with her before we walked outside, and she agreed.

As I prayed, I got choked up…for the first time the entire trip…and she gently encouraged me to keep it together.

I did, I’m proud to say, for I had been determined not to turn into the blubbering fool I’d been the previous three years.

When I finished praying, I looked her in the eye and told her how very proud I am of her…of the woman she’s become…of the choices she has made.

I told her that I would be praying for her every day, and I think I saw her tear up.

It was a special moment that I will never forget.

Special K took a couple of pictures of me with Chicky outside, and I am pleased that the pictures reflect a happy mother and daughter.

And that is what we are.

Although Chicky had gotten extremely annoyed with me during the last two days, and she’d been quite vocal too, we were able to end our summer on a positive note.

Despite the fabulous summer and the fact that we had not strangled each other during the move, I fully expected to have a crying fit.

That is what mamas do when their children move out.

I don’t know why I didn’t break down in tears as I left.

I ruminated about this as I sat in my car and uploaded the photos I’d taken to Facebook.  I must have sat there five or ten minutes, which gave Chicky and Special K time to come back outside and prepare to leave…on a mission to complete some items from their to-do lists.

They followed me out of the neighborhood, where I got this final look of my precious girl from the side mirror…

One final wave, and she was gone.

I passed the sign at Southeastern’s entrance…

I thought about the first year I had taken Chicky to school, and how my heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest.

I can’t even read the post I wrote back then because if I do, I know I’ll start crying as those raw emotions come back to the surface.

What I realized as I left and reflected was that Chicky had not been the only person to mature through her years at college.

I have matured as well.

Our relationship with one another has also matured.

I’ve grown to accept that she is a very capable young woman who may not always make the choices I would (I would have kept the nightstand and TV…*ahem*), but it’s okay.

Chicky is her own person who was created, by God, to lead a life that is not tied to my apron strings.

The summer had prepared me to let her go.

When we had been driving to the rental car place, I’d asked her what her plans for next summer were, and she looked at me and said, “I’m not coming home, remember?”

To which I replied, “No, I was wondering if you’re planning on working, should you secure a teaching job in January.”

She had breathed a sigh of relief, pleased that I had finally “gotten” it.

She’s not coming to “this” home to stay.

She is already home…

In Lakeland…

On her own.

I take comfort in Jeremiah 29:11:  “‘I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.'”

God’s hand is evident in my Chicky’s life.

He will direct her ways and lead her into the future He has planned for her.

She’ll be Flying the Coop Soon

My sweet Chicky has been home all summer.

It has been w-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l.

This is, more than likely, her final summer home.  She and two young ladies on her team are signing a lease to rent a house on the outskirts of the college they attend.

Chicky has one more semester of school; she will graduate in December.  She’ll be doing her student teaching during this final semester.

We are all praying that she finds a teaching job immediately after.  Her school is known for the quality teaching candidates who graduate.

Either way, Chicky is planning on staying down there and will find some sort of job(s) to support herself after she’s walked that stage.

We still have a little over two weeks before she leaves, but there are signs of the times to come.

Chicky visited her grandparents this past weekend, and they went to a few garage sales on the hunt for bedroom furniture.

Although Chicky has her own furniture, she’s been wanting a long dresser.  She wants something she can eventually refinish.  She is a Pinterest addict.

She hit pay dirt when she found the following…

The deal got sweeter with the addition of the next two pieces…

We will be renting a U-Haul to take these items down south.

Chicky did some other shopping, finding a blender on clearance at Target.  Coupon Queen gave Chicky a few items as well.

It’s amazing the perspective I have now.

Four years ago, I was devastated at the thought of my Chicky flying the coop.

While I’m a bit sad right now, I am also excited.

Chicky is 21 years old with a very good future ahead of her.

She is focused, and she’s been driven enough to finish college early.

Her morals are amazing, and her priorities for living a godly life are right on target.

To be able to let go of your children, you have to make yourself take a step back and remember what it was like when you were about to embark on your life away from home.

Chicky is ready, and the years between her high school graduation and now have prepared me to let go.  The lapses of time between holidays and other school breaks prepared me to accept that one day, she would leave and create her own permanent home elsewhere.

Oh, that’s not to say that I won’t cry, because I probably will.

That’s also not to say that I won’t sit on pins and needles every time she makes her way home for visits, because I totally will.

I realize, however, that chicklets were not meant to stay in the nest forever, and it’s my Chicky’s turn to fly to her own coop.

When she does come to visit, though, I think I’ll make sure I always have flowers waiting, as I’ve done nearly every week this summer…

Because even after a coop has been departed from, it will forever remain home base for the chicklets who have left.

A Hair-Raising Adventure

Once upon a time, there was a not-so-little Chicky who wanted to go from a light blonde to something a little darker.

So, she drove to a beauty supply store, asked the knowledgeable employee what to get, and eagerly applied the color.

Something went wrong, though, and she wound up with goldish/yellowish roots…NOT good.

This Chicky was IRATE, let me tell you.

So, she convinced her super sweet Mama 😉 to go back to “said” store to buy another box of product.

Along the way, this Chicky stopped at the hairdresser and got her advice about what to buy and even called her from the store to clarify information.

The next day, this Chicky and her friend had another hair-dyeing adventure…but something went wrong…

This Chicky decided she needed to call in a professional.  Her father had mercy on her and donated money to the cause.

However, it was three days before this Chicky could get in to the salon.

Three fun days of explaining why her hair was green (did you know that green hair shows up especially well under the lights at church??).

The adventure turned out for the best when this Chicky came home after three hours in the hair chair.  She was sporting new highlights that were neither golden nor green.

This is not the Chicky in the story, but the color is similar.

And this Chicky lived happily ever after…

At least until it was time to color her roots…

Because I Love Her

Because I love her, random flower arrangements keep making weekly appearances…

It’s great to have my Chicky home for the summer!

Goodbye Rubber Ducky

Isn’t it surprising how it’s the smallest things that can make you feel the passage of time the most?

Take, for instance, my decision on Wednesday to change out the shower curtain in the kids’ bathroom.

A few years ago, on a whim, I’d purchased a Rubber Ducky curtain along with the matching trash can…

Chicky and Rooster had gotten quite the laugh, and it had been talked about when we had company.  It is rather cute, don’t you think?

Though I loved it, with both kids in college and only home for short visits, I’d decided it was time to upgrade some things in the bathroom to give it a more “grownup” feel.”  I had even selected a shower curtain that I liked from a catalog.

I never got around to ordering it, though.

Then, on Tuesday, Rooster told me that I really needed to get a new shower curtain because the Rubber Ducky one had begun to tear up, and some of the rings weren’t holding it up any more.

Coupons in hand, I visited Bed Bath & Beyond.

Oh, how cute the curtains are these days.  Many even have pockets on the outside for you to store kiddie bathtub toys.

This stuff wasn’t around when my children were babies.  I probably couldn’t have afforded such fancy stuff even if it had been around!

I purchased a new curtain, along with matching hooks and carpet, and returned home, where I hurried to hang it before the kids got home.

I was excited because the new curtain matched the custom blinds we’d had installed when we built the house.  The blinds are kind of like bamboo that roll up.

Rooster was the first to see the curtain, and he was impressed.

I was happy.

Then Chicky came home, and I heard her take a sharp breath.

“Whoa,” she said.  “Where’s the other curtain?” she wanted to know.

I’d folded it and placed it in the closet.  I figured if the kids needed a curtain when they moved out, I’d have it on hand for them.

That was the end of the curtain event…or so I thought.

I later saw this Tweet from Rooster:

Now that the rubber ducky bath curtain is gone, I can finally start taking bathroom selfies. #JokingAboutTheSelfies#NotTheCurtain

Awww.

What made my heart go thump, thump, though, was Chicky’s Tweet:

RIP ducky curtain

We all have things that keep us tied to our childhood.

Young adults, especially, subconsciously rely on these things to keep them grounded to that which is known…which has been known…and which brings comfort.  Though our children constantly fight for freedom and, in fact, yearn for it, the smallest thing like the changing of a shower curtain brings with it a visible reminder that time is marching on.

Happy Birthday, Rooster!

Today is Rooster’s 19th birthday.

Seriously.

When I first began writing my blog, back in 2007, he was thirteen years old, in the sixth grade, and shorter than Chicky and me.

Now, he’s finished his first year of college, has a full-time summer job, and does odd jobs on the side.

He also towers above the entire family, standing at over six feet tall.

His love for the Lord is growing, as is his service to Him.

He was a cell leader in his Christian fraternity last semester, and he began helping with youth Bible studies at church after he returned home.

To say I am proud of the man my son is becoming is quite an understatement.

I do not know what I’ve done to deserve him.  This is yet another example of God’s grace.

To my Rooster:

You are a blessing to me.

I cherish every moment we spend in discussion…every moment we spend sitting on separate couches not saying a word.

Simply being in the same zip code…under the same roof…satisfies this Mama Bear’s soul.

I love you!

Love,

Mama

On the Go!

Whew!  I scarcely have time to write because of a number of reasons.

First off, we have five more full days and two half days of school left!  Woo hoo!!  My lesson plans have been finished for almost a month, but I’ve been making final adjustments, grading what is getting turned in, and basically running around my classroom like a chicken with her head cut off trying to help my students finish their final projects.  By the time I get home, I am exhausted!

Second, I’m juicing, which means I’m running from the moment I get up, making orange juice to take with me and then carrot juice later in the afternoons after I get home.  I’ve also begun walking.  I found a new app called Map My Walk.  I really like it because it gives me split times and distances for my routes around my neighborhood.  Pairing the new exercise with my juicing has also left me feeling tired, and I’ve been going to bed before 11pm.  That’s HUGE for me given that I usually stay up until 1am…even on school nights.  It appears as though I’ve become a night owl!

Prepping…takes about an hour to fill that Rubbermaid container!

So delicious! The juice contains carrots, apples, celery, cucumber, spinach, and cantaloupe.

The third thing keeping me on the go is my girl, home for college for what is probably her last extended stay.  At the end of the summer, we will be packing up her furniture and taking it down south, because she and a few other girls will be renting a house. She has one more semester, and she’s planning on staying down there afterward…hopefully in a teaching position but working, nonetheless.

Boo.

😦

That’s the reality of childrearing…they eventually leave home.

In the meantime, I’m not focusing on the end of summer.  I’m enjoying the present, which means spending as much time with her and Rooster, who’s also home for the summer.

On Saturday, Chicky had me moving from the time we got up.

Ever since she was a young thing, she’s always wanted to know what she was going to be doing…EVERY MOMENT OF THE DAY.

I was exhausted just keeping up with her!!!

We had previously discussed going out and looking at things to furnish her new abode, so we took a ride to Bed Bath & Beyond.  Not finding much, and with few dollars in our pockets, we went into the mall, hit up Victoria’s Secret for the free pair of underclothing (the coupons arrive regularly in the mail), and then on to Rue 21, which has become a must-drop-by-and-see-what’s-on-sale kind of store.

I found a cute summer dress as well as a top.  When I got to the register, the gal told me I could get another dress for $1!!!!!  Seriously?  Chicky and I returned to the rack, where she picked out a dress for herself.  We made out like bandits!

Then, we went to Target.

Who doesn’t like Target?

We tried on quite a few things.  I wound up buying another dress.

It was that kind of day.

The two dresses on the left are from Rue 21.  The first one is Chicky’s. My Target dress is on the right. Love these!

Then, I ran Chicky to a local deli that is known for its fabulous chicken salad and homemade bread, where she grabbed some lunch.  I was content to watch her eat, although she did so in the car so we wouldn’t waste time.  We hopped over to Sam’s for more fruit and then ran to Publix to pick up another 25lb of carrots…

The standard question I get when I purchase these bags is, “Do you have horses?”

I really want to say, “No, I’m one of those weird ‘earthy’ people who juices.”  I kind of-might have said something to this effect before.  You should see the looks on people’s faces.  They really do think I’m weird.  It’s the same reaction I get when people learn that I’m a vegan.

After we left Publix, Chicky asked me to stop by Dunkin’ Donuts so she could grab an iced coffee.

One would think…after ALL of that running…that my Chicky would be tired.

I thought our day was over.  She spent the rest of the afternoon in her room while I prepped the newly purchased fruits and vegetables for juicing.

I then made three glasses of juice, washed the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, put away all of the clothes I’d purchased, and scooped dog poop…finally sitting down around 5.

I decided I was due a shower and put on my jammies.

That’s when I heard moaning…

The words of my girl child…

Saying…”I’m bored.”

Oh my.

The girl WAS NOT TIRED!

I went into her room and gave her the choice to play a game.  Nope.  Make a craft.  Nope.  Knit.  Double and triple nope.  (She’s tried knitting before because I forced her.  It’s not her thing.)

I shocked her by then saying, “Want to see a movie?”

By then, it was after 7pm.  She looked up surprised.

“You’ll go see a movie?  Your hair is wet.”

“Yep.  I can dry it and fix it.”

She looked up movies and times, and we decided to see the 9:45 showing of The Croods.

She did express some hesitation though.  My girl is an early-to-bed kind of person, and she’s rarely up past 9 or 9:30.

Still, she seemed pleased, as did I.

I really do not get out much, and we hardly ever do anything together, so this spontaneous plan we had concocted sat well with both of us.

The Mr., by the way, was working, and Rooster was on his way back from filling in for a friend, and he was exhausted, so neither attended with us.

Now, we quickly figured out, when we arrived at the theater (one in town and not the nicest, by the way), that we must have been two of the LAST people to see this movie.

Our big clue?

I don’t know if you can tell, but the theater was completely EMPTY!

It was hysterical!

We had the whole thing to ourselves!

Until five minutes into the movie, when a family showed up.  But still, it was fun, and the movie was terrific!

We got home around 11:45 tired but happy.

I’m generally a homebody.  I don’t mind sitting on the couch.  In fact, I find contentment in sit-down things such as reading, knitting, and watching TV.

Being on the go with my girl, though, is turning out to be a blast!  I’m going to enjoy every second of it!

Full House, Full Heart

Last Thursday, I drove to Auburn after school to help a certain Rooster boy pack up his stuff.

It was time to move him home for the summer!

Quite honestly, I could not (and still cannot) believe that nine months had passed since I dropped him off for his first year at Auburn!  You might remember this post…when I got home…and the one I wrote the next day.  Oy, those were sad days, and May felt like forever and a day away!

I stayed in his dorm with him Thursday night, and we got up around 9am to begin the several hours of packing and loading up that needed to be done.

Three hours later, his room was empty…

The car was loaded…

We were hitting the road, taking the scenic route home…Rooster in the lead…

I love driving through the backroads in Alabama.  One day, the Mr. and I plan to retire and live in Auburn, where we can see beautiful landscapes like the following every day…

You should have seen and heard Gambit’s reaction when Rooster walked into the house.  Gambit’s tail wagged faster than I’ve ever seen it go, and he cried out in joy.  It was something to behold.

Rooster haphazardly put everything in his room when we got home…

We took him out to dinner, and upon our return home, he settled in for some time of relaxation.

The dogs settled in as close as they could get…

The joyful homecomings weren’t over though!

Chicky arrived yesterday afternoon.

I’d bought her flowers to brighten her room and welcome her properly…

She brought Cali with her, so our brood is now complete.

Our home is brimming over with people, stuff, animals, and, most importantly, LOVE.

Our house is full, and our hearts are flooding with the joy of loved ones under the same roof once again.

Joy-Filled Weekend

After six days of work, I was fortunate to spend the next four days playing.

I’d planned well, for I had the most amazing, joy-filled weekend that I can remember.

It began, of course, with the day of shopping, which I blogged about already.

Friday was my birthday.

I woke up to these adorable furry faces…

I spent most of the day preparing for the arrival of my chicklets and their friends.

Rooster had called late Thursday night to ask if he could bring home his “big,” as in big brother in his fraternity.  Of course I said yes!

Chicky had already planned to bring home three friends.  One of the girls wound up staying at school because she fell ill a couple of days before the kids left.  Poor thing.

All total, we had five kiddos coming home!

First, I posted an SOS on Facebook.  I needed an extra air mattress and a pump.  Two of my fellow teacher friends came to the rescue, and I picked up the items on Friday morning.

Then, I ran to the dollar store and picked up Easter baskets for the kids.  I couldn’t decide what to get to fill them, so I waited.  I decided to enlist the Mr.’s help because he likes to shop.

Before I got home, I ran to a friend’s house to pick up my Scentsy order.

Oh my.  I love my new warmer!!  Sunflowers are my favorite, so when she posted a picture of the newest warmer, I had to order one!!

She had thrown in a free brick of the newest scent, Sunny & Share, as a thank you for referring a friend of mine.

Yes, I know.  Bling, fancy nails, shoes, and now Scentsy.  I’m getting to be high maintenance.  heehee

Next up was the cleaning, which I did on and off for the next few hours.  It was a lot easier with fuzzy slippers and Colton Dixon…

When the Mr. came home from work, we headed to the store to stock up on goodies for the kids.

We had so much fun!!!!

I think we went a little overboard…

The Mr. found the inspirational eggs…a little cheesy but a fun way to keep the focus on what Easter is really about.

When we got home, the Mr. sat down and fixed every basket while I resumed my cleaning.  We hid them in the closet until Sunday morning…

The boys got the green and purple baskets; the girls got the pink.

Once the cleaning was finished, I sat down and waited.

Rooster and his friend arrived first.

What joy!!!!

Although I had met Rooster’s friend at an Auburn game, having the weekend to get to know him was an honor.  He is a friendly young man and so incredibly intelligent and Christ-centered.  I was very impressed with his ability to defend his position of a few issues we discussed.

Chicky and her friends arrived a couple of hours later, and the reunion was just as sweet.  All of the girls play on the soccer team, so I’ve been blessed to spend time with them in the past.  I knew we were in for some fun.

Now, one might think that having five college kids in the house at one time is a lot, but oh my word, it was so much fun!  The kids got along so well!  Five young people shared one bathroom.  They giggled.  They cracked jokes.  At one point, all of them were in Chicky’s room watching Rooster play his drums.

As I watched them interact all weekend, my heart overflowed with joy and thankfulness.

Oh, and let’s not forget Chicky’s puppy.  This precious fur baby was so happy to see me!  She almost jumped into my arms and gave my face a bath it hasn’t seen since the last time she visited.

We had tons of fun together, and I took a bunch of pictures.  I even took her with me as I ran an errand!

The other dogs didn’t seem to mind one more fur baby in the house…

Gambit preferred, for the most part, to stay next to his brother because he gets very scared when unfamiliar people come into the house…

One of the neat things about the weekend was watching as the kids did their own thing…going to the beach…running to Sonic to visit with friends…yet later getting that “together time” that I so desperately craved.

We went to a hibatchi place on Saturday night to celebrate my birthday, and it was fun to watch the kids stuff themselves.

On Sunday, after church, we took the crew to Chili’s.

There were many laughs shared around those tables…many memories added to that special place reserved in my heart for such times.

Before I knew it, the weekend had passed me by, and it was time to say goodbye.

I took pictures of Rooster and Chicky as they said goodbye to Aubie.  It had been a tough weekend with our old girl, and the kids were visibly upset as they hugged her.  Looking at those pictures, which I wish I could share here (but can’t because they show my babies’ faces) still brings tears to my eyes.

We took the kids to the gas station to get them fueled up for their respective journeys.

Too many goodbyes have been said in this parking lot.  I can only imagine what onlookers must have been thinking as they saw seven people hugging each other, openly and unabashedly showing the love that had grown over the weekend.

I also said goodbye to my fur grandbaby…

I’m not sure she new she was in for an entire day in the car!!

When we returned home, we found it devoid of the noise that had only recently filled it.

Instead of being sad, though, I thought about how blessed I am.

My children chose to come home for the weekend.  Their friends chose to come with them.

During the angst-filled years of rearing teenagers, I was a little bit worried that my children would not want to come back home very often.  You know how it is with kids…the arguing…the fight for control…the reluctance to let go.

I am humbled that these young people came here and brightened my weekend and my heart with their love…a love that emanates from a love for Christ and a desire to serve God.

The sunset I observed while running an errand Sunday evening reminded me of God’s love…how He provides…how He protects.