These trips filled my childhood & I experienced the best of the best: climbing in the barn, digging up potatoes from the garden, making up a frisbee golf course, swimming in the pond, shooting off fireworks in the field, grilling hotdogs on the sand rocks, taking walks up and down the lane, hiking the creek, painting rocks (yes, painting rocks), hiking in the woods, swinging on the front porch swing, playing games at the kitchen table, watching Judge Judy & Jeopardy on daytime TV, eating Central Dairy ice cream, & so much more.
Life at the farmhouse epitomizes summertime to me, so after a hectic start to 2016, I was excited to return to this familiar place to relax, recharge, & unwind. I was able to soak up time with my parents, uncles & aunts, and my last living grandparent, Framma. This trip was significant in the fact that it showed me I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm living in a big city, with a big girl job, and doing life with a big-hearted husband. Realizing this shift in my life, & reflecting on how I myself have changed was hard but good.
I know I can't just wish away my adulthood troubles, anxieties, or stresses. The 40+ hour work week is real. Life responsibilities are real. While I may daydream of escaping them (#sabbatical2017), I know the more realistic option is to face them head-on, make a list, pray regularly, set boundaries, do the chores, & trust Jesus with the results.
Constantly growing up,
SJW