Meaning in the Mess (part 1)
This week's blog is delayed because I had a more important priority. We just dropped off our son for Navy basic training. The laundry, sweeping, dishes, vacuuming were all put on hold. Instead it was helping our sailor sort and pack up his belongings. The rest of our time was spent loving on him.
We played video games. We played Dutch Blitz. We took a trip to the new local ice cream shop. I enjoyed each of these moments.
However I had the most fun making a fantastical mess of our backyard. I started a tradition of buying everyone in our family a can of goofy string. My family quickly learned that a can of goofy string woukd be in Christmas stockings and Easter baskets. I made it a point to buy orange for my husband, green for our eldest son, blue for our younger son, and purple for myself.
Last night it was finally time for our family goofy string war. We stood about 5 feet apart in a square with a can of string or two aimed at the closest family members and the attack began.
Ten minutes later the contents of 24 cans of string were all over my family and our backyard. It was in my hair so badly I had to shower before bed. I pulled it of my shoes before going to work this morning.
The message in my backyard (and in my delayed post) was "YOU are more important than a clean house, YOU are more important than chores. My time is BEST spent with you."
We played video games. We played Dutch Blitz. We took a trip to the new local ice cream shop. I enjoyed each of these moments.
However I had the most fun making a fantastical mess of our backyard. I started a tradition of buying everyone in our family a can of goofy string. My family quickly learned that a can of goofy string woukd be in Christmas stockings and Easter baskets. I made it a point to buy orange for my husband, green for our eldest son, blue for our younger son, and purple for myself.
Last night it was finally time for our family goofy string war. We stood about 5 feet apart in a square with a can of string or two aimed at the closest family members and the attack began.
Ten minutes later the contents of 24 cans of string were all over my family and our backyard. It was in my hair so badly I had to shower before bed. I pulled it of my shoes before going to work this morning.
The message in my backyard (and in my delayed post) was "YOU are more important than a clean house, YOU are more important than chores. My time is BEST spent with you."
What a great message-and a great way to send off your sailor!
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