A Week Without Kids

So....I haven't blogged lately....not because there is nothing going on. Perhaps it is just the opposite. There is too much going on. We're in the process of selling our house and have inspections, people working at the house, looking for a new house or the possibility of building a house. Then there is the daily life stuff including work each day, keeping up with a home and family, church work which includes teaching Sunday School, planning for Vacation Bible School and welcoming a new pastor. However, this blog isn't meant to be about how busy my life is.

Over the 4th of July holiday, the boys went and spent a weekend with my parents. My parents have just recently moved from Sparta (our hometown) to a small town just outside of Chattanooga TN. Granted, it's only about an hour drive however as we get used to them not living within five minutes from my house, it seems like they are an entire continent away. Thus the need for the boys and for the grandparents to have a weekend together. They had the best time, behaved well for the grandparents and came back behaving well. While they were visiting Nanny & Pa, they were treated to Chuck E. Cheese and ice cream, swimming with some of their second and third cousins and a cook out, fireworks over the lake and time being the center of Nanny & Pa's attention. Absolutely perfect, huh?

Yesterday I packed the boys up again and drove them to Kentucky where they are going to spend an entire week with my brother Brian and his wife Ashley. The boys have been looking forward to this for months. We've been talking about it since Christmas and had them in the understanding that they would go stay after "school was out". Naturally, the first week that school was out the boys insisted on going to Kentucky. My sister-in-law is in her last year of school at the University of Kentucky and has some classes that she has to take over the summer in order to graduate in December. Thus we explained to the boys that they would go visit in July after the holiday. And here we are....the boys have counted down all week. They are now at the point that they are asking if they are leaving first thing in the morning (breakfast time) or in the afternoon (lunch time).

This got me to thinking about the trips I made when I was younger visiting my family. I loved trips to stay with Mema and Papa. It was even better when there were some of the other cousins around to play with too. I think of the times that Mema would set up a play kitchen for us and we'd pretend to cook and serve her and each other. I remember when Papa first got a computer and we went to his house and he had the coolest game of "Wheel of Fortune". And he let us play it! I remember the time when Mema taught us some of the "dances" from when she was a teenager. I will never hear the song about the Bugle Boy without thinking of her. It was at my grandparents house sitting in the rocking chair with Mema that I learned to blow a bubble with my bubble gum. And no one could make a peanut butter and honey sandwich like she could.

Many times we spent a few days or a week at our aunt's house. My mom has four sisters and we've alternately stayed with each of them at various times. I remember spending a week with my aunt out in Houston TX and visiting a zoo as well as a the biggest mall I'd ever seen at the time. I remember playing in the living room with Lego's. We left them in the floor of the living room the entire week. And I remember staying with my aunt in Cleveland TN and playing outside by the creek with my cousins. We pretended all kinds of games and scenarios and played in the water. I remember my aunt taking all of us camping, having car trouble and spending hours on the side of the road. Even that is fun when you are with your family. Then there was the times of dressing up and dancing in my cousins room. We were so cool. And I remember the Thanksgiving holidays we spent with my aunt in Lexington TN. The first time I remember making a mud pie was at their house. We had mud all over us and it was the most fun ever! And I remember times staying with my aunt in Chattanooga TN and going out on their boat. It was the first time I'd been tubing and since I was the oldest kid, my uncle went a little faster when I was on the tube. And it was also the first time anyone got thrown off the tube. And the time that we went with them on vacation to Florida. It was so much fun....enjoying the beach and playing in the pool. My uncle got sun burnt the first or second day we were there. I will never forget it.

And these are just a very few of the memories I have of the times I've visited with family. I'm thankful that my children are able to have these same opportunities with their grandparents and family. I hope they make the kind of memories that you never forget.