This past weekend Seth, Harmony and I went to PA; Harmony and I had a wedding of a friend we worked with in Guatemala, and Seth was co-shooting another wedding.
We had a fantastic weekend! On top of all the quality time with each other, and Mike and Anna and Jordan Elisabeth, we also got to see Jo and Alex Pooler, who just happened to be going to the same wedding Seth was shooting. We surprised them Saturday night by pulling in beside them at the volleyball game. They very firmly believed that we were far away in MI and Seth had a few random, unknown friends traveling with him to PA. I still smile quite gleefully at how we surprised them. At one point, Shelton was ready to send them a text telling them we were in PA, when I randomly texted him, and told him we were getting ready to see Jo and Alex, and they didn't know we were around. Literally his finger was heading for the send button; whew, that was close!
Later that night we bought a half gallon of icecream and spoons, and chips, and had a little party on the back of some friends' truck. It had a cab, thankfully, so we weren't quite out in the cold. And it was cold!
We lacked a campfire, but told all the deliciously scary ghost, animal, and people stories anyway. Made some new friends, and enjoyed the old ones.
The weekend is full of memories: star-gazing at 2:00 a.m... cleaning up and cooking with Mike and Anna, coffee, much music, swimming across Blue Marsh at twilight.. good talks.. volleyball.. icecream.. laughter, driving with the sun-roof open.. Settlers.. hard lemonade.. more music.. and Jordan. She is such a fun, squeaky little person. She always seems half a tear away from laughter. I will always remember tip-toeing around the bedroom at night to keep her from waking. And her little scrunch-nosed smile is the best.
The last night before we left, I fell asleep on the couch while Seth and Harm kindly did dishes. When I woke up I was in a mood. Strange wording, I know. But it was a very bittersweet, poignant, and beautiful mood. I listened to ' Day without Rain' by Enya, and 'Carol Ann' by M.W.S. I remembered the deaths of Geoff Martin (whom I knew well) and Isaac Coates, ( barely acquainted) I thought of how death seems to assign a mysterious quality to them, how it illuminates and honors their memory. And I pondered, on what this could be. I have to be hit with inspiration to write poetry. This may be bad poetry, and I apologize. But I felt it and hope you can understand it.
In what dreams of deep, rivers of death ran wild,
He did pass into, his destination ours.
Loved he was, in life of days, but now in death still more,
He, so young! Who is passed from life to death,
Perfected, living in light of God.
And so another hero is born.
Born in our hearts, as truly as into Heav'n!
Angels rejoice, and we cry,
Immortality, mortality.
Mysterious he is and must be,
He knows now, what is veiled in us,
That death adds to memory, what we cannot see,
Who can know the height, depth, and breadth?
Face to face, he mortal, came with Christ-love.
And I wondered, if their perfect understanding and sight- to us incomprehensible, because we see and understand only in part- is what honors them so in our hearts, minds, and souls. Alot because of who they were, and much because of who they have become. Perfected in the unfathomable love, and truth , and beauty and light of God. Truly, they run in the fields of glory!
Thoughts from a tired child in the middle of the night. G'night.
Sunset thoughts
Grandma; my young Grandma. Otherwise known as Mami. ( Mau-may)
Grandma; my young Grandma. Otherwise known as Mami. ( Mau-may)
Sisters. Erma and Mabel. Both otherwise known as Mom. ( Mom)
Shelton does so enjoy his expeditions.
We scared them away. :D
Rebecca, Mom, Erma, and Mami.
AND a repeat of a former picture. It simply wouldn't let me delete the extra!
