I love sunny sunday afternoons

today is that magical day called sunday. A day in which the most lazing is done, a day in which i don't feel the slightest bit quilty laying on the couch watching tv (football, hunting, NASCAR, etc) Brian runs the remote, the kids are overjoyed that Daddy is home for the entire day and i get a break. Today is one of those days when it is sunny out and its actually warm out (probably the last 60 degree day we will get) and i haven't set a foot out the door. Part of me feels guilty about it but part of me feels overjoyed to just sip a cup of tea and look at old picture albums.

I was looking at albums today from when we lived in North Carolina and Hayden was just a baby, and it made me home sick. I didn't realize how much I miss that very very little house we lived in and our yard and my gardens. We had the best landlords that let us do whatever we wanted to the yard. what ended up being our last summer there he even plowed up a section of the yard so I could plant a veggie garden. We had a dog then too, wow, that seems like light years ago. I miss having a dog, even though he was the flakiest pitbull that ever walked the earth, he instilled a sence of security. Maybe one day we will have a dog again.

there were so many happy memories in that little house. You now what's funny, the entire time I lived there I wanted nothing more than to move back to Genesee county. And when that opportunity finally came, when Cameron was about 4 mo old, I realized that I didn't really enjoy living back in my home town. Don't get me wrong, it was so nice to have Family so close and be able to visit and socialize and have people come to visit and beable to go to my parents house whenever I wanted, but there was just something about living there that didn't feel right.

Our little house on Ben Jones Road was a total of about 650 sq. feet. it was the hardest space to keep clean, our living room was not just a living room, it was the dining room, playroom, office, and guest bedroom. The floor space we had to play with the kids on was the surface area of a 5'X7' area rug. I can vividly recall every nook and cranny of that house. Laying on the double bed in what would become Hayden's room and trying to imagine what it was going to be like to have a baby to take care of. Sitting in my recliner with 3 babies playing on the floor the day I found out I was pregnant with Cameron and just crying, not being ready for number 2. Laying on our bed praying with Brian that God would allow us to be parents. Standing behind the leather chair in the living room, calling Brian holding the pregnany test in my hand. Standing in the kitchen looking out the window realizing that it was my responsibility to raise children to love and fear God, and realizing that i don't even know how to do that myself. Feeding our "garbage Cow". She was a cow that would come and eat whatever kitchen scraps I would throw over the pasture fence. I was able to throw kitchen scraps over the fence because our house was surrounded on 3 sides by cow pasture. 5 yards out the back of the house, 15 off the side and maybe 10 yards from the front of the house. Daydreaming of living anywhere but that little house, but now I would go back in a second. I miss that time in our lives.


I love sunny sunday afternoons