Hello, friends. I think of you a lot. How can it be that I don’t know you readers, yet it feels like I do? We’ve been busy these days with a new adventure. Some time ago, my parents asked to talk with my husband, Daniel, and me.
Naturally, my inquisitive nature kicked in, trying to figure out just what it could be about. Finally, with the children playing outside on the swing set and us adults relaxing in the living room, they informed us that they would consider swapping out properties. Now that did sound like a major undertaking. We’re talking about moving, from our cute little home which we established a year and a half ago and moving into the house where I grew up.
Hmmm… more thoughts than I could sort through at that moment twirled around in my brain. Yes, living there would be nice in so many ways. The shop where Daniel builds furniture is right next to their house; plus, our little country schoolhouse is right beside it. Not only that, our family is increasing in size. We have five growing children. The ranch house that Dad built 22 years ago would definitely offer quite a bit more space than the double wide we’re in right now. My parents only have three girls at home, since four of us got married. They really wanted to downsize and have less responsibilities that go with owning a big property. Their farm has a total of 85 acres, including quite a bit of wooded area.
Our minds churned; all sorts of aspects were discussed. They assured us that we could take all the time we needed to decide. Over the next days, I tried to imagine what it would be like to move back “home.” After much prayer and discussion, we told them we’ll do it. Some aspects haven’t been finalized, such as how much acreage we’ll be purchasing, etc.
At any rate, I am staying busy since then, sorting through some of our belongings and getting rid of things we don’t need. Daniel had some profound advice I’ve been trying to heed. “Don’t worry about trying to do too much of the packing, with your responsibilities with the children. Others will be here to help you once it’s time to go.”
Very true, but I admit sometimes it’s hard for me to not be able to just tackle it like I would like to. But then, my love for our precious children far outweighs my love for packing. Julia is amazing when it comes to packing. She is constantly asking what she can pack. It really is a unique adventure for the children to be moving into their grandparents’ house.
“How really do you feel about moving?” my sister-in-law asked yesterday. I admitted that I have had mixed feelings, especially when I think of all the fun times we had in getting this property ready to move to, but then I realized I can still treasure those memories.
I told her that the bigger part of me is excited about it. It simply will be more practical to be close to the shop and the schoolhouse where we have church services during the summer and where Julia will be going to school this fall. Most of all, I can take my husband and children with me, so yes I’m on board.
Next week when the time rolls around to write we’ll, Lord willing, be in the middle of moving, so perhaps I’ll have to wait until the following week to give you an update on our lives.
I’m not up to making lots of fancy dishes these days with getting ready to move, but Julia and I did take the time to make a large batch of granola this morning.
10 cups oatmeal
2 package graham crackers (crushed)
2 cups coconut
1 cup chopped pecans (optional)
3/4 cup brown sugar
2 teaspoons soda
1 teaspoon salt
2 cups butter
1 cup butterscotch chips
Melt butter and add to dry ingredients.
Spread evenly on 2 large cookie sheets.
Bake at 300 for 40 minutes.
Stir every 5 to 10 minutes.
Add butterscotch chips during last minute of baking. Cool and enjoy. Julia prefers eating it hot, right out of the oven.
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