This time last week we had arrived in Alabama and were asleep in the basement at my parent's house. And life has not stopped spinning since then.
Saturday we drove 3 hours northwest to Pisgah, AL (pronounced Piz-gee, with emphasis on the first syllable) for my cousin's wedding. It was great to catch up, albeit briefly, with family. Then we started the 3 hr drive back to my parents' house. While crossing Lake Guntersville on the way back we were able to see 2 eagles perched on their nests (the bridge on the way there is an old bridge with the metal braces overhead, and this is where they built).
Sunday morning was church of course, so we drove the 45 minutes to where Dad is pastoring (we don't stay at the parsonage because the bathroom and bedroom doors aren't wide enough for a wheelchair). Due to the holiday we had the afternoon with family, playing with my niece and catching up with my two younger siblings. At times like this, nothing thrills my heart more than to only have one service on a Sunday.
Monday morning my parents followed us back to Florence, SC where we met my older sister and her family for supper.
Tuesday we crashed, caught up on bills, and washed clothes and repacked.
Wednesday we drove to Ocean Isle Beach where Bobby's youngest sister (from TN) and her family were with Mrs. Bryan.
Thursday Bobby drove the young'ins back while I visited antique stores with my sister-in-law and her husband (and oldest daughter). And then we unpacked again.
This morning I cleaned the fish tank, ran errands, played with my nieces and nephews and spent the evening with family. My oldest niece on my side of the family graduated from high school tonight. Go EM!
Tomorrow morning I drive 2 hours to Washington, NC to help my older sister unpack everything in their rental house (my brother-in-law starts his job as pastor there Sunday week), then my parents come back with me and will be with us until Monday morning when they begin the long trek back to AL.
I should never wonder why time seems to fly by so fast.
Saturday we drove 3 hours northwest to Pisgah, AL (pronounced Piz-gee, with emphasis on the first syllable) for my cousin's wedding. It was great to catch up, albeit briefly, with family. Then we started the 3 hr drive back to my parents' house. While crossing Lake Guntersville on the way back we were able to see 2 eagles perched on their nests (the bridge on the way there is an old bridge with the metal braces overhead, and this is where they built).
Sunday morning was church of course, so we drove the 45 minutes to where Dad is pastoring (we don't stay at the parsonage because the bathroom and bedroom doors aren't wide enough for a wheelchair). Due to the holiday we had the afternoon with family, playing with my niece and catching up with my two younger siblings. At times like this, nothing thrills my heart more than to only have one service on a Sunday.
Monday morning my parents followed us back to Florence, SC where we met my older sister and her family for supper.
Tuesday we crashed, caught up on bills, and washed clothes and repacked.
Wednesday we drove to Ocean Isle Beach where Bobby's youngest sister (from TN) and her family were with Mrs. Bryan.
Thursday Bobby drove the young'ins back while I visited antique stores with my sister-in-law and her husband (and oldest daughter). And then we unpacked again.
This morning I cleaned the fish tank, ran errands, played with my nieces and nephews and spent the evening with family. My oldest niece on my side of the family graduated from high school tonight. Go EM!
Tomorrow morning I drive 2 hours to Washington, NC to help my older sister unpack everything in their rental house (my brother-in-law starts his job as pastor there Sunday week), then my parents come back with me and will be with us until Monday morning when they begin the long trek back to AL.
I should never wonder why time seems to fly by so fast.
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