Wednesday, November 12, 2014

11 Years

Dave and I marked our anniversary late in October. Last year we started a new tradition of going on an all-day date to celebrate. This year the day we picked was cold and rainy, so we had to stay mostly indoors. But that evening when we popped out of the museum where we had just seen an IMAX movie, it had cleared up considerably. The drizzle had stopped, the orange trees were glowing against the green, green grass, and I was so happy to be spending a whole day with my Love. "Let's stop and take a selfie!" I chirped. So we did.

I am one very blessed bride.

Thank you, Dear Father, for eleven good and joyful years!

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Exactly How I Feel About the Beach

"There is so much sadness in the world, so many hearts ache, so many tears fall, it is rather wonderful to be away for a little while in a tearless world, left just as God made it... these elemental things seem to carry one back to the beginnings, the fundamentals, the things that cannot be shaken, ancient verities of God."

-Amy Carmichael, From the Forest, as quoted by Elisabeth Elliot in A Chance to Die

Monday, November 10, 2014

Found on Dave's Phone: Great-Grandpa's Hat

This is Graham wearing Dave's dad's dad's hat.

Grandpa Wilcox wore these caps regularly and had several of them. We inherited this one from Dad when he passed last month. It suits our little guy, don't you think? Must be in the genes...

Saturday, November 08, 2014

Found on Dave's Phone: His and Hers Road Trip Pictures

A couple of days after the service for Dave's dad, we strapped the kids into our jam-packed car and headed toward the beach. Day was barely breaking when we left Louisville, and it was raining. We drove right into the approaching storm and eventually passed through it. On the other side of the deluge, a great bank of cloud was slipping away, and silver beams of sunlight punctured the haze in the distance. I had to take a picture, even knowing that the foreground would be ugly, Jersey-walled highway.

A few minutes later, Dave asked me to take another picture. Our minivan, fondly known as Janie the Silver Apple, was about to reach a noteworthy numerical milestone.

It didn't strike me at the time, but when I looked back a month later and saw the juxtaposition of the two pictures, it seemed funny. My picture. Dave's picture. Classic, in so many ways.