#tbt

 

How the turn tables.

Eleven years ago, 7-year-old Jeddy welcomed Caleb home.

He gave him one of his own stuffed bears.

As time went on, Jed shared his room, his books, and his life with his little brother.

And as a result, when Jed stops by home now, Caleb is the first one to meet him at the door and tell him all about his latest plans for city improvement and everything else he has going on.

Looking at these pictures makes my heart feel full to see how kindly God has answered the prayers I have been praying since before Jeddy’s birth, that he would having loving relationships with his siblings.

A wise son makes a [mother] glad.

~ Proverbs 10:1

Volleyball

We are bidden to the village this evening. Lord knows, I have no desire to be always going here and there at night. I should much rather sit at home and rest my poor nerves.

~Mrs. Bennet, Pride and Prejudice, 1995

Ada is playing volleyball as one of two allowed homeschoolers on the private school team. 

My marginal willingness to take her to practice and/or games four times a week is due to a) her need for a PE credit; b) her need for driving practice hours; c) the fact that practices are held a mere 20 minutes away from our house rather than at the school which is 35 minutes away.

Notwithstanding the tolerable home court location, the last two games have been a solid hour away from home in places I’ve never heard of.  I am however, friends with most of the moms of her teammates so I haven’t been reduced to completely sitting by myself cheering for a game to which I learn new rules every match.  My back will thank me if I remember to bring our bleacher seats tonight.