Handel’s Messiah while baking oatmeal cookies.
The night with the kitchen all to yourself.
Getting up at 2 AM to watch Rebecca and Steven’s wedding
Neatly organized whole grains
Daddy being home!
Squishing cookie dough between your hands.
A scrapbook page gone-right
Daddy asking mommy ‘what are we doing today?’ and the answer being ‘Matha.’ (Nothing in Arabic)
Serving dinner in between First Friday Prayer and Praise and the member’s meeting.
Ice cream with maple syrup on it.
Biking in perfect weather, listening to soundtracks.
Bach’s Tocatta and Fugue
Singing “O Sacred Head Now Wounded” and “Coventry Carol.”
Making little stuffed dolls. (that is, attempting to make stuffed dolls)
Cait coming home!
Lots of sewing projects!
More quilt material
Reading poetry aloud
Making your oboe SING!
Happiness is NOT…
Your piano student not being home
Piles and piles of dishes (ok, it wasn’t THAT much – cookie trays and a few other things, it just felt like more!)
Having to change the water jug when pumping water
A bad oatmeal cookie recipe
Endlessly reviewing the skeletal muscle system
Waking up (or not really falling asleep until) at 1 AM with an upset stomach and extreme paleness.
Spending a morning watching kids and ending up with a dislocated pinky from when a 3-year old ran on top of it. (though I thoroughly enjoyed myself playing with the kids!)
Getting the dishes, the cookies, pumping the water, and the studying all done before 10, with the siblings in bed on time.
Going in to bed and finding your brother curled up in a sleeping bag on your floor, the dog at his feet, your little sister asleep in her bed, and the cat sitting on top of your hope chest.
Knowing you don’t have to leave home for college as everyone else seems to do, but instead can be SO BLESSED by staying at home and loving and living, and studying Hebrew and working toward piano technician certification (LORD willing!)
Being wooed and loved by my Redeemer, giving Him more of my need, and receiving more of His Spirit.
Bail o Dia ort,