Whirlwind weekend
The spring experience has officially arrived, nearly a month after its calendar date and on the heels of three snows in the month of March. Unheard of around these parts.
Our super-busy Saturday came packaged with a picture-perfect day, if not a little on the warm side. The budding yellows and purples and lime greens against that deep blue sky just make you feel alive, albeit alive with a scratchy throat and sneezy nose. But shall we accept good from God, and not trouble?
First up was the color blast for the boys' school. Which is a color run in all but name. Our first, and the boys were very excited to run with their buddies. Of course the half-mile path marked out for the runners was anything but level ground, so pretty much everyone ended up walking it. Both Trey and Aden got a couple miles in and kept their color consumption mild compared to others, which I'm thankful for. We had trouble getting the blue out of Trey's neck, so I can't imagine if they'd gone smurf along with their friends.
We had such a great time, soaked up brilliant sunshine, downed a few too many slushies, and the school was able to gather some much-needed funds. Win all around.
After lunch and a quick rest, it was time for baseball season to officially begin. My sweet Aden is catching again, which is just fine by me. I'd love to give all that padding a great big hug and then just keep it on him for most of life. But in all seriousness, Aden has been working hard at catcher skills and has improved so much since last year. It's a surge of pride to see him all suited up and squatting there, trying out sending signals to the pitcher, and covering the plate on a hit. Baseball is good stuff, y'all.
And our Sunday, well, it was a very very necessary recovery day, for the majority of us were barely coherent from the exhaustion of activity and the hangover that comes from a full day spent in the sun. It was close to dinner time when our couch potato stupor was interrupted with a tornado warning, spurred by a line of severe storms moving through the area. We gathered in the basement very much downplaying the seriousness and thankful, for once, that the boys were yet again glued like zombies to Minecraft.
A very tense half hour passed, trees out back bending north, and then just like that, the warning was lifted. Weather guys went off the air and all was well. Except not long after that, pictures and reports started pouring in of damage in Lynchburg along a path we travel all the time. A tornado hit with no warning and did everything a tornado does. Trees and power lines down, roofs ripped off, sides of buildings gone, all in places where we've been very recently. Thankfully there have been few reports of injury, but many lost much.
It hit close to home, as sometimes life does, and reminds us to live abundantly. To always give thanks and to help as much as we can, because we're all in this thing together. Color runs, baseball games, sun-drenched foreheads, safety - it's all a gift. Thank you, Lord.
Our super-busy Saturday came packaged with a picture-perfect day, if not a little on the warm side. The budding yellows and purples and lime greens against that deep blue sky just make you feel alive, albeit alive with a scratchy throat and sneezy nose. But shall we accept good from God, and not trouble?
First up was the color blast for the boys' school. Which is a color run in all but name. Our first, and the boys were very excited to run with their buddies. Of course the half-mile path marked out for the runners was anything but level ground, so pretty much everyone ended up walking it. Both Trey and Aden got a couple miles in and kept their color consumption mild compared to others, which I'm thankful for. We had trouble getting the blue out of Trey's neck, so I can't imagine if they'd gone smurf along with their friends.
We had such a great time, soaked up brilliant sunshine, downed a few too many slushies, and the school was able to gather some much-needed funds. Win all around.
After lunch and a quick rest, it was time for baseball season to officially begin. My sweet Aden is catching again, which is just fine by me. I'd love to give all that padding a great big hug and then just keep it on him for most of life. But in all seriousness, Aden has been working hard at catcher skills and has improved so much since last year. It's a surge of pride to see him all suited up and squatting there, trying out sending signals to the pitcher, and covering the plate on a hit. Baseball is good stuff, y'all.
And our Sunday, well, it was a very very necessary recovery day, for the majority of us were barely coherent from the exhaustion of activity and the hangover that comes from a full day spent in the sun. It was close to dinner time when our couch potato stupor was interrupted with a tornado warning, spurred by a line of severe storms moving through the area. We gathered in the basement very much downplaying the seriousness and thankful, for once, that the boys were yet again glued like zombies to Minecraft.
A very tense half hour passed, trees out back bending north, and then just like that, the warning was lifted. Weather guys went off the air and all was well. Except not long after that, pictures and reports started pouring in of damage in Lynchburg along a path we travel all the time. A tornado hit with no warning and did everything a tornado does. Trees and power lines down, roofs ripped off, sides of buildings gone, all in places where we've been very recently. Thankfully there have been few reports of injury, but many lost much.
It hit close to home, as sometimes life does, and reminds us to live abundantly. To always give thanks and to help as much as we can, because we're all in this thing together. Color runs, baseball games, sun-drenched foreheads, safety - it's all a gift. Thank you, Lord.
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