What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Monday, February 27, 2012

Multitude Monday: Mattie Edition

These last two months have been excruciating with Matts work pulling him away so often. But this week he has the whole.week.off and I don't have to think about how it was or how it will be or anything at all except how it is right this moment.

Unfortunately, I don't really get him all to MYSELF, since after all he is a country boy and it is syrup season. And, of course, we live in a house that has a constant list of fixer-upper projects that get added as often as things get crossed off. Maybe more.

In fact, Matt made a list of all the things he would like to accomplish this week and I am thinking it will be a miracle if I see him at all. I am praying (!!!) that I can get squeezed in here and there or I may very well deflate entirely.

But I won't think about that right now.

Instead, it is these things that are on my mind: the gifts of this week.


831. Seven days straight of falling asleep curled into his body
832. Seven days straight of waking up under the same covers
833. Seven days straight of meals, eaten together.
834. A bookcase that is being built. For the books which I have stepped around for the three months since we moved.
835. Tag-along children
836. ConnectFour tournaments at breakfast.
837. the anticipation of a no cutting-up food, no interruptions, honest-to-goodness just-the-two-of-us date? I hope, I hope.
838. a morning off from dishes
839. a new supply of maple syrup, at long last!
840. Him. Just being near.

What a lucky duck am I.


(pictures from his birthday. #35 and, as always a peanut butter frosted cake. This one took exactly 6 minutes to decorate, all the time I had- don't ask.)


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