Baby, I'm a dreamer

In my sweet, sweet, little crazy head...I have a list of things I would like to do before I kick the bucket.  My favorite reality tv show was about these privilege white dudes going around and completing random tasks before they died while fulfilling other people's dreams as well.  If anyone knows anyone who could give me THAT job, that would be great. 

ANYWAY, one of my dreams is FRIENDSGIVING!  In my head this is what it will look like:

 



In reality it will probably look like this:





So, we are going forward anyway.  John's saying the bugs will be horrible and we need to do this all inside.  In the meantime, I'm doing my best to keep my expectations in check while still trying to make things look cute.  We will see what happens. 

HA! To my last post...

Did you read that post from December 31, 2015?  Wasn't I cute?  Here's the deal.  Life comes fast and furious and pausing to find purpose in all this craziness is impossible. 

Diana is growing up too quickly, John and I are growing restless to see and be with family, and in the meantime we are all standing on the precipice of one building looking to leap and parkour ourselves to the other side.  Unfortunately if we miss, the way down is going to hurt, so we feel really stinking comfortable on this side of the building right now.  Anyone with me on this extended metaphor right now?  No?  Ok.

Either way, it's difficult keeping our feet planted and staying present.  I wish God was the giver of instant answers.  But, sometimes He goes radio silent and you're left to once again trust that He's still somewhere around here working on something.  Who knows. 

I know He's there, but like a child I'm pouting because He's not moving quickly enough for me or my family.  It'll all work out in the end, and not knowing the ending is what makes the story more exciting.