Deliveries abound around our place this summer – so much so that we’ve even had to set up a special delivery drop-off zone for the mail man! Aren’t deliveries fun? In just the first few weeks of our summer we have been blessed by special deliveries – some by mail truck and others by…
THE “LASTS” have overwhelmed us! It was inevitable…time does roll on…Lesson 170 was a promise! It was all pretty exciting. We began a countdown. We checked things off the list. But before you knew it… Continue reading “You wouldn’t expect THIS on the last day of school!”
The day was off to a typical start – Our DVD program began with Mrs. Reese welcoming the boys and girls to class for the day and the printer was humming with Mommy’s work efforts in the office. As Bible Time concluded, a pensive yet slightly emotional AbiNoelle rushed to my side and spilled out the depths of her heart in just four simple words. Continue reading “The new MLK. Are you bottom-up or top-down? What leads you – a hashtag?”
From Mrs. Reese and K5 to levels of higher learning – she’s ready and excited! What a special blessing to visit and introduce our ole alma mater to AbiNoelle. How appropriate that we visit one of the places that we are so grateful for on this Thanksgiving Day.
Our day began with entrance into the beautiful Crown Center to join with the Pilgrims in praise and singing to God for all that He has done for us.
Next, came a fun time out on college field, enjoying fellowship and food at the alumni tent while watching the Turkey Bowl.
With a cheer in the last 10 seconds for a winning goal, we followed our noses to the Four Winds and enjoyed a scrumptious feast of turkey, ham, dressing, cranberries, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, green beans, and dessert. (Sorry, all that we left was the placemat – Mmmmm!)
The night ended in a Christmas fine arts performance! (It’s so fun to get all dressed up for a fine occasion. Sparkles and Shiny are always good for little girls!)
And in the midst of all that we even had time to sneak in a few moments to show AbiNoelle some of our favorite spots on campus. Her imagination took over as we investigated the One Room Schoolhouse and pretended to step back on the prairie for school time. “Teacher” AbiNoelle took a turn while Daddy sat on the disobedient stool and then “student” AbiNoelle practiced reading in a little desk.
The library also held a few other treasures – a copy of our own The Voice in the Wilderness magazine in the periodical section and the beautiful painting PopPop gave to the Hortons years ago.
What a day!….and to think that the most monumental happened the night before….
Our arrival to campus and Wednesday night church brought what will never be forgotten.
Early in the day, as we entered town, we stopped by the Academy (or should I say, Mrs. Reese’s school) – how exciting!
But nothing could compare with meeting Mrs. Reese!
At the first sighting of her (about 2 minutes before service started) the excitement could not be contained. Emotions spilled over and a few tears had to be dodged as we took our seats and church began. Knowing our hearts, we trust the Lord forgives a little one’s lack of attention to the message, for all she could manage were continuous peeks in her teacher’s direction to make sure she was still there. At the last note of dismissal, AbiNoelle dashed toward the seat of Mrs. Reese and called after her as she and Dr. Reese began to exit the auditorium towards our decided meeting place. “Mrs. Reese, Mrs. Reese!” she called. In a moment, Dr. Reese turned and said, “I think I hear “Reese” being called!” And then it was here….the most anticipated moment…AbiNoelle with her teacher, Mrs. Reese.
And then it began – conversation and memory making moments never to be forgotten.
AbiNoelle enjoyed sharing her special card (hand-written in her best cursive writing) with Mrs. Reese. Then came quiz time from the teacher!!
(R) What lesson are you on?
(A) Lesson 81!
And on it went!
(R) Did you just throw snowballs at me in the last lesson?
(A) [Giggle, giggle] Yes, I threw a bunch at you, Mrs. Reese!
(R) Was that really you!?! [giggle, giggle]
Oh, the fun! Mrs. Reese was so accommodating. She must have soooo many students, current and former, and yet she took time with just one and the impact will be long-lasting!
Surely a trip to remember. We are so THANKFUL!
And the cherry on top was AbiNoelle’s first look at the ocean….
….playing a beautiful handchime trio together in church….
…and giving a special Books of the Bible recitation.
PRAISE THE LORD!! Great things He hath done!
You know a woman by what’s in her purse! Like mother like daughter! The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree! AbiNoelle has been proof of those sayings we’ve all heard. If you want to know about me and what’s in my purse, well, just take a look at our big girl and her purse. Last week we celebrated turning the BIG 5 and with that came some BLING and SPARKLE for the BIG girl – a little black purse with some shiny gold sparkles. But proof in point was what was quickly added to the inside after a fun shopping trip
“Mommy, why don’t I have a recess like they do?”
AbiNoelle is such a logophile! You know, a person who likes words! She didn’t realize, that for her, playtime is synonymous with recess! Why, just the other day, from out of the clear blue, she says, “What does the word indignant mean?”
“Indignant? Use it in a sentence,” I prodded.
“She gave her teacher a very indignant look. That was what Amy said to her schoolteacher,” she explained.
Then, I knew…
So here we are in a local play area as a special reward for completing several responsibilities, munching on our lunch and anticipating the playtime to come, when in squeals a little one followed by his family. Of course, the little boy’s straight path to the slide was followed by older sister’s yells and mother’s quite colorful language insisting upon his eating first before play. The whole exhibition to follow was mesmerizing to Mommy and AbiNoelle. Continue reading “Never say “No, don’t, stop, or not that way!””
With a bounce of curls, bright eyes, and a confident smile, she presented the worksheet to her teacher. “Did I do good?” questioned the eager face. To the capable eye, the error was clear, yet not wanting to cloud the happiness, hesitation wondered, “Must I mark that wrong?”
Continue reading “Should you mark that answer wrong?”