So the 4th of July is several days past, but since it’s a big holiday, can I be excused if I still post pictures? Especially since they are mostly kiddo pictures, and I want my sisters and mommy to see them. :)
Festivities of the 4th, I said.
Well, to be perfectly honest, that might be stretching it.
It was a stay-at-home, project-working day with Husband.
It was a picnic day for the kiddos.
It was a grilled-burgers kind of supper.
It was a rained-out fireworks kind of night.
But the day goes down as a good family day.
There can never be too many of those, especially when it seems we haven’t had much of them recently.
There were a few minutes at the end of the day for a few pictures.
Little Man got into the patriotic spirit and was waving the flag with all his heart.
And then paused for a moment of respectful silence.
Give him a mower, or a mower ride, and he’ll be set for hours.
Add in a screwdriver and he’s happy as a lark.
I am amazed at the differences between boys and girls.
He’s so little, but already he notices the train a block away, and trucks that pass and just NOISE, whether it’s a piano or an engine.
And, it keeps him off of fire-ant piles.
Poor little guy got into one and each little foot had scores of bites. :(
It’s hard work driving a mower, so a snack of hummus and carrots is a perfect snack any day.
Especially when mommy forgets to keep an eye on the snacking.
#hummusbaby
Meanwhile, Husband and I worked hard on painting the picket fence.
Yep, real all-American we are. White picket fence and all. Ha! :)
My husband was so smart and made the fence in sections that can be pulled up and out for ease of painting.
We had only primed them before, but that was two years ago and the paint was coming off.
Let me tell you, it does not pay to wait to finish something.
We did five such sections and it took us all day to sand and re-prime and paint.
Four more such panels to go.
Zoe and Olivia packed a little lunch and set it up on the front yard.
“This is just what I wanted to do!!” Zoe purred happily.
So she got to cross ‘have a picnic’ off her bucket list.
I must do that more often, for the simple joy it brings!
Nothing like a bowl of fresh cold watermelon, everyone armed with their own fork.
A few more pictures of Little Girls and Flags and New Skirts that I made last week.
It is a gift to live in this land.
I am so grateful to all those soldiers who gave their lives for the cause of freedom, freedom they could never experience themselves, for the sake of the generations after them.
Freedom wasn’t free for them. It was at a high price, the price of their blood.
May I never take that for granted.
But even more than the freedom of my country, I’m grateful for the freedom that comes from Christ Jesus alone.
No bondage or slavery is too great for my Savior to free, and even when a body may be enslaved, the spirit can be free indeed.
Freedom wasn’t free for Him either. It was at the price of His own blood for the sins of the world.
May I never take His freedom for granted, and may the life I live bring honor to the sacrifice He paid!
Have a blessed weekend, everyone!
Clarita
